Mia stood on the bridge with anger and disappointment on her face. Every screen that surrounded her and her officers displayed live feeds of everything that was happening below.
Wings of mecha scanned every inch within the cratered settlement and transmitted their findings directly to the frigate. There, her intelligence team pieced together their data, compiled them dutifully, then sent them back.
Their intel displayed alongside the live feeds, albeit with a slight delay.
Hallowed teams down below gathered up what parts they could and packed them into crates. Just like before, they tore apart any corpses they came across. They ripped the remaining fleas off all the cybernetics they found, and packed them up in separate containers.
They also packed in broken drones, mecha parts, logic circuits and everything electronic. Just like all the other times before.