Enemy Bridge, Terminal
"You got it," he confirmed as he approached the terminal, "alright, Spanner. Let's sync up and do this." Using his sword he sliced open the service panel to expose the electronics within as his mind instinctively formed a telepatic connection to the drone. "Hook up that data port right.. here," he instructed the little robot as his eyes broke down the puzzle of how to get the terminal working again, "the main breaker will be tripped, give it power too."
As the little servo-mounted electrodes on the Mobile Spanner's data jack aligned and inserted into what appeared to be the "motherboard" of the overcomplicated computer Candon's mind was flooded harshly with Kuvexian naval data from the battle with all of the Kuvexian shipboard computers streaming directly into this one. This would require some effort to establish the connection they needed. Kneeling down, Candon's digital mind plunged into the tyranny of numbers that was the ocean of data entering a trance-like state he'd entered countless times.
He could see it, the entire battle presented in hundreds of Petabytes a second. There was nine of the chaos of war, but rather it was like watching a hurricane from space, just an emotionless swirling of deadly digits. He'd dare call it beautiful, but there was something unusually satisfying about destroying something beautiful.
"Alright," his thoughts echoed across the vast digital void, "I'm gonna wreck it."