Project Epsilon

[Osilon]

Jasmine looked up at Gunther first. "While the technology we have here is Sirian, some of it is Gallic. The coding is a mix of minds from me and my sisters, it is advanced even for Gallia. The data stream would be massive, but at such a short distance, its a lot easier to manage...You shipped us at least a tonne of optronics, this node is just the start. We could easily expand it if we needed to."
She then pondered the second question, seeming stymied for the first time since she'd met them.
"I never really considered it before. But the advantage is not secrecy. They know of my drones, it does not mean they know of their capabilities. Underestimation is the key to success in such a game...Both military and commercially. For instance...Hex5. Pod 4, Release."
One of the guard drones slid from a hole in the floor, activating immediately.
"It seems docile, does it not?" She waved over the abstract-looking white metal body, before saying one word. "Engaged" She muttered, and suddenly the drone hunkered down, its legs compresing to become heavier jointed, and the two strange protrusions where the arms would be slid outward. One side appeared to be a pack of grenades, lined up in a circular fashion, whereas the other appeared to be a high-powered cannon of some sort. A previously hidden panel in the chest slid open, revealing a large gattling gun that folded out to face straight ahead.
"The most docile things can hide deadly weapons. This is the secret that our advantage lies in...but, ah, this is only a minor advantage. The most powerful weapon is having such a massive workforce contained within a single entity." She said a line in french, and the drone went back into standby, the lethal weaponry folding back into the seemingly simple machine.

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.