"There's no guarantee that the invader scum left security holes so big you could drive a truck through them," Isabella points out.
"INVADER SCUM ROBOTICS IS MUCH INFERIOR TO THAT OF NOBLE NNSARXPH. ONE UNIT OF THIS TYPE WILL DEFEAT A SINGLE ONE OF THE VILE C'THKBRRI ROBOTS ONE HUNDRED TIMES OUT OF ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE. OUTNUMBERED INVADER SCUM ROBOTS HAVE INVARIABLY LOST CONFLICTS WITH UNITS OF THIS TYPE."
"Hm. Okay, that helps. Guess we can drive the metaphorical truck through the huge holes in security without much trouble, then. Do you want an army of robots, or do I get it?"
"NEW LANGUAGE PROGRAMS MAY BE ADDED AT THE CAPITAL COMMAND CENTER"
"Pity. Okay... oh - besides the invader scum and your own noble people - what factions were there on this planet as of four hundred years ago?"
"OUR VALUED ALLIES THE BBNNSKT - OUR VALUED ALLIES THE AMNRLK - THE ALLIES OF THE INVADER SCUM, THE NYSTBLI - THE ALLIES OF THE INVADER SCUM, THE ENSZZGRTE - OUR WORTHY NEUTRAL ARBITER THE RRRWEN"
"And how many robots to each of those factions have, as of four hundred years ago?" asks Adarin. Hey, if they can both get an army of robots, even better. He might need them.
"Sorry, dear. If we mop up the invader scum effectively maybe you can be a senior equipment maintenance specialist too without cutting off our options."
"My heart, it breaks," Adarin deadpans. "Oh well, I have at least three hundred years to figure out how to reverse engineer these robots to make more. I suppose I'll just have to make my own legion of robots. Bwuahahaha."
"If you really want to field-promote yourself instead of me I will let you."
He winks.
"But what if I like that thing even more than a robot army, will you be able to handle the puppy eyes?"
"I will have to try," says Adarin gravely. "Or we could decide to switch. Either."
"NO"
"If I start calling you 'Juniper', will you acknowledge the designation?"
"YES"
"Okay, so Juniper, if we - infiltrate invader scum territory, or their allies' territory, then if I've promoted myself to senior equipment maintenance specialist and made changes at the command center, will I be able to command an escort of you to come with me?"
"YES"
"That's rather helpful. Robot bodyguards. I support this!"
"NO"
"Can the invader scum's robots fly?"
"NO - ONE KNOWN MODEL CAN JUMP UP TO FORTY-FIVE MRR"
"How effective are their robots at attacking airborne targets? Or any stationary weapons they might have still operational."
"THERE ARE NO AIRBORNE TARGETS"
Isabella tilts her head. "Huh. They never invented airplanes, or at least don't have a word for them. Weird," she comments in English.
"How far can your weaponry fly up in the air if an airborne target were to appear?"
"Are the capabilities of the invaders' robots similar?"
"IT IS LIKELY BUT NOT GUARANTEED"
"Okay, so if I just fly several hundred mrr above the tallest buildings we should actually be fine regardless."
"YES"
"If I ask for instructions on - how you are built, how to repair you, would you be able to give them if I were allied with you?"
Long-term, that would help greatly for technology thievery. He'd already planned to do it with Earth's technology, why not do it with this planet's?
"UNITS ARE EQUIPPED WITH SUFFICIENT INFORMATION TO CANNIBALIZE DAMAGED OR SACRIFICIAL UNITS FOR PARTS - UNITS ARE INCAPABLE OF GENERATING NEW UNITS OR NEW PARTS FROM RAW MATERIALS"
"Are you capable of giving me information to cannibalize things for parts?"
Adarin grins. He tells Isabella, "I think I'm going to make that another side project of mine. 'How does the robot army work'?"
"Okay, but don't make too many of them disassemble themselves for you, please."
"Of course not. It would ruin your army. I want to understand how they work so I can make more."