Perimeter Check

Joints engaged. Weight distribution balanced across both steel-toned greaves. Beneath my boots, an entire detachment of miniature static units sat deployed across the polished stone surface. I rotated my left wrist, feeling the articulated servo catch and click. A single unit with a horned cap rested against my right toe. I lowered my finger, nudged its tiny forehead back two millimeters into formal alignment, and scanned the dark vertical wooden planks behind me. Posture secured. Operational readiness confirmed.