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The pipe-laden cyborg lurched towards the silver figure in the middle of the corridor.
"We are ..."
The silver figure grabbed both the drone's arms; one in each hand.
And pulled.
With a combination of tearing metal and organic fluids displacing, the disarmed - literally - Borg sunk to it's knees, massive shock setting in.
The Cyberman spoke, completing the drone's statement.
"Irrelevant."