"Hey, I haven't destroyed anything yet since I got here!"<br/><br/>The construct that had accompanied Draiss inside coughed. "Sir, I believe the key word there was yet."<br/><br/>Draiss had just knelt down to tap the drone, and glared at the construct over his shoulder for a moment, before waggling his head to the side. "Touche, smartass. Open up."<br/><br/>The last was to the drone, which gave a pathetic whining noise, and then popped its back hatch. "The reason it is slow is... Wait, sister-in-law? I can already tell this conversation is going to be more fascinating than anticipated. But it would be best to wait for everyone to get here before I get seventeen different versions of the story from six different people.<br/><br/>The reason the drone is slow is because the Stalkers aren't around to provide it with the support it required for the real time map. It can still do the passive control zone map, which you obviously have been making use of, but the more advanced map is going to be offline until I can get a unit stationed here permanently to give it the support it would need. However, I can do some maintenance and repairs to it, as while it was designed for rough conditions and longevity, it was not designed for more than two and a half centuries without a thorough checking over."<br/><br/>He glanced in the back hatch, and used a small blast of air to clean out the dust, but was quickly enveloped in a dust cloud far larger than the drone should have produced. He coughed, and cleared the air with a thought, before inserting several probes into the hatch. He likely wasn't going to get long to work, but he could get some work done between delighted glomps from his salamanders.