Afton continues observing the Y-17 trauma override harness, the creature or machinery in question finally getting to its feet. He wondered if it actually knew how to fight in melee combat... It lacked any saws, flamethrowers, or other enhancements that robots generally used to bypass their weakness in flexibility and the limitations in their programming.

The suit raises its leg robotically, before stepping forwards and slowly walking towards him. Afton drops into a martial stance, waiting to see what it'd try, inwardly considering ways to utilise this technology for other purposes... ​​

The suit stumbles forwards and throws a sloppy punch at him, but he easily sidesteps it, kicking its leg to see if it'd be able to avoid falling... It doesn't. It falls to the floor facefirst and looks like a struggling tortuous as it tries to get back up.

Shaking his head, Afton draws Lucky and shoots it in the chest... And then raises a brow at the fact that his bullet was easily shrugged off... Whatever material these suited were made up of was bulletproof for some reason. He fires again, this time at the glass bowl encasing its head...

Again, it pings off, doing no damage whatsoever... Well, while these suits fail at basic movement and combat skills, they make up for in durability. He reloads Lucky and holsters it, this time taking out a Proton axe.

He slashes the axe across its waist, easily cutting it in half and causing the sound of its mechanical insides to cease. He pushes one half away with a foot and raises a brow the cross-section. The skeletons spine had been completely crushed, Afton had thought that the suit was somehow utilising the bones to make movements, but apparently, that assumption was wrong.

No, the suit was moving entirely on its self, the small, complicated machinery surrounding the skeleton being more high-tech than he'd anticipated... Was this what the scientists were truly capable of? Sure, Proton axes and forcefields were cool and must've been hard to create, but this suit was something else entirely...

His fears of a robot uprising that'd been stemmed from Mr Houses army were nothing in comparison to his apprehension at this thing. He'd find where they were manufactured and learn more about them, afterwards he'd see if they were useful enough and worth the risk of utilising them.

He walks past the suit and looks towards the X-2 Transmitter Antenna Array, the technology he'd been told to acquire was at the very top of it. He claps his hands together to rid them of dust and sighs, "Alright, time to work." he mutters before pushing the door open and entering inside.

Inside he's greeted by a hallway with a shut door at the other end. Not wasting any time, he taps the switch with the back of his plant-hand, causing it to open up and reveal a huge room with a winding staircase that goes all the way to the roof, stopping at a few floors as it does so.

Not only that, there were many Protectrons walking around the place, all of which turning their bodies in his direction and points their manipulators towards him. "INTRUDER!" they all call in robotic voices, the combined volume of them echoing through the room, no doubt alerting any other protectors that hadn't been aware of his presence.

He deftly steps towards and slices one in half with a Proton axe before unholstering the Sonic Emitter and firing a couple of shots at the next robot... The impact of the projectile isn't all that great, but the electricity from the robot in response meant that it was doing something at least... At first glance it didn't seem to be doing all that much damage, but, after two hits the robot goes down in a steaming mess.

[Uncivilized Weapons] had boosted this weapon to a silly degree...

Afton's forced to duck and take cover from the barrage of lasers that were being shot at him, with quick and efficient utilisation of VATS though, he slowly begins picking away at their numbers. The Protectrons were quite accurate and had a decent amount of firepower, but they were still slow and clunky. Not the king of soldiers you'd want in close-quarters combat inside a building.

He'd taken out around twenty of them with relative ease, and slowly began scaling up the staircase. One bonus his Sonic Emitter had was its ability to occasionally paralyse robots... Once in a while a Protectron would lock up and fall over, making it incredibly easy to execute.

Of course, Afton knew the chances of this effect occurring were based on luck, so he'd not rely on it at all. Instead just taking advantage of it when it happened.

Soon enough, with much slashing and shooting, Afton had made it to the top. The top floor had a metal catwalk cutting through the middle of it, a ladder leading to the satellite dish from down, and a door sitting on the opposite side of the room.

Afton wastes no time and climbs up the ladder, blinking the light out of his eyes as he crawls out and onto the decrepit and damaged-looking satellite dish... It looked as if bits and pieces were falling off of it, but the things in question had been replaced with forefields... Whether or not using forcefields was most cost-efficient than simply repairing it, Afton didn't know.

Above him, being held up by thin struts of metal was the antenna relay. He clambered up it and climbed to the top, eventually finding himself face to face with the technology he'd been asked to retrieve...

"GOOD WORK, LOBOTOMITE! THE SCHEMATICS HAVE BEEN UPLOADED TO THE THINK TANK-" Dr. Klein's voice is cut off by Mobius.

"Ah!? Trying to steal the X-2 Transmitter Array Antenna, are you? You won't succeed, not if my lethal Robo-Scorpions have any say in the matter!"