First Pivot

Firm balance. My joints unlocked with a faint click, tension running down both legs. I loosened and retightened my grip on the blasters, confirming motor response. Ahead sat an assembly of dark interlocking blocks on wide wheels. I took a measured step onto the rough weave of the carpet and extended one arm, pressing a glove against the vehicle's rear corner. Solid plastic. No reaction. The immediate perimeter is clear. I halted in place to observe.