She landed in a few centimeters of water, which felt surprisingly warm against her hooves. The ocean was apparently more tropical than its otherwise lifeless appearance implied. Inside, the drones were abuzz with activity. Forerunner was already fully engaged with the repairs, though it hadn’t been specific about what was required. At least until now, when its voice came from the wall beside her. “I should have the Cyclops ready to travel again within the hour. But it would be advisable to remain at periscope depth for at least twenty-four hours for the resin to set.”