"I am worried." Thief says as the colossal robot trudges along toward the second base. "That transmission earlier has stopped. Do you believe that something has happened to the sender, your majesty?"

Looking around at the wasteland from Ferug's massive shoulder, Thief took the opportunity to observe the wreaks that littered this old battlefield. Maybe there would be something to help in whatever situation they were walking into, whether violent or diplomatic. 

(Power TO Compute: scanning all the dead robots as we pass, marking the location of anything useful)