Swamped

You just need to get past the thing. And it's not that tall.

Not so short that you could hop over it, but it's maybe half your height? So if you can avoid getting drilled, you might be okay.

And, oddly enough, it doesn't even try to drill you. It does try to kick you away, but you've got a stronger grip than it's expecting.

It's like they don't want to hurt you.

You rush out and head back to the meeting. You don't care what you're interrupting.

"We're under attack!" you shout. "Something's been digging under the base, and they're surfacing in the menagerie!"

Razor turns to look at you.

"What do you mean, something?"

"I dunno what they are. Machines. They've got drills. Bigfoot and Mantis are fending them off. Maybe they can handle themselves, but it seems to me backup would be a good idea."

"Right. Does anyone here know anything about machines?"

"Do execution devices count?" someone asks. You think his name's Rash.

"Good enough. Get over there. Cracks and Bite, you go with him. If you don't think you can handle it yourselves, you have my authorization to ask anyone you find for help." Razor turns back towards you. "Now, Crosswinds, that matter aside, it's convenient that you came back when you did. I have something to talk to you about."

Oh, great. What does he want now?