Cerberus Mark 2’s body

The Cerberus Mark II battlesuit stood almost nine feet tall. Without the armor plates, it reminded Danielle of an old man or woman, a bony thing robbed of its vitality. It was a gaunt framework of exposed wiring and components. At more than a few points it was possible to see straight through it, past cables and pistons and load-bearing struts to the sunlit walls of the courtyard. A few wire loops sagged out around the forearms and calves, and Gibbs tucked them back in, making sure they weren’t endangered by gears or hinges. He held out his hand, and Cesar put a roll of electrical tape in it.
Danielle looked up at the battlesuit’s head. The helmet had been finished, but still lacked an armored faceplate. Two large round lenses dominated the gaping hole. The speakers were a set of blocks at the bottom of the opening…
She walked around and checked the rear camera. It had its raised protective ring, but not the housing that blocked rain and larger objects. The leg joints were exposed, too. Cerberus had always been a “face front” machine, but in this state a six-year-old with a sharp stick could cripple it from behind. She reached down and brushed some imaginary dust from the right knee.

Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 185-187
Peter Clines
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