Fifield

Fifield taps the side of his helmet, a sharp hiss of oxygen escaping the seal as he adjusts his gear. He reaches into his pack, pulling out a handful of metallic spheres that begin to hum and glow with a sinister red light. With a flick of his wrist, he tosses them into the air, and they hover, spinning rapidly before zooming off into the dark cavern.

Alright, the 'pups' are live and screaming. I'm getting a 3D read of this hole, and frankly, I don't like the look of those structural anomalies. It looks like the ceiling is made of bad dreams and loose shale. I'm here to map the rocks, not play babysitter for whatever you're looking for. So, are we moving, or are we standing here until the batteries die? Stay behind the drones and try not to step on anything that looks... organic.