Zeta's Tunnels

Concept activates his Adaptation and starts sneaky-sneaking around.

"Uhh, hi. I am conducting a safety inspection for Cri- For Iota! He wants to know about your workplace safety," Crimax says as his Adaptive systems scramble to develop Epsilon countermeasures.

The Adaptive systems settle on a series of weapon targets, which are displayed on Concept's HUD.

Concept follows the Epsilon.
"Yeah, wierd malfunctions."

"Well, our factories are this way..."

"Here, we have Epsilon workers using elemental iron devices to produce our varied ETT units."
They're big.

Rahkshi begin to slowly scan stuff out of sight.

An Epsilon flies through the towering mountains. It looks around, scanning the cliffsides for a specific tunnel. It starts toward one, but stops and becomes worried when it realizes that it is not the correct tunnel. It frantically searches it's surroundings. Is it lost?
No. There it is. It makes a grinding sound that probably equates to a robotic sigh. The machine flies toward and through the tunnel and into the base.

"...Aaaand over here we have standard War-in-a-Box technology storing them up for whenever we strike."

     Zeta stands up. Being a robot, he does not stretch. Even if he desired to, his rigid mechanical body would not permit it. He walks to the door, opens it, and strides down the hall. The few Epsilons in the hall stop and salute; Zeta does not so much as acknowledge them as the door slams shut. He shoves the door to the barracks open with nearly enough force to dent the wall.
     "ATTENTION! We strike today. Generals, report to me. Soldiers, be ready to march."
     The generals - Their rank signified only by a golden stripe of paint across their chest - stand up and follow Zeta back to his office. The rest, mere soldiers, stand and wait eagerly for their march on Atero.
     After all, the Mangai must be stopped.