Rory had just enough time to yelp something about 'not in the manual!' before his training armature collapsed in a heap of twitching limbs and misfiring impulses. Alas, the short didn't affect sensors, so he saw the look on his instructor's face juuust fine --
At the armat's feet (more or less), Divine crossed his arms, glowering.
"That's the second short in a standard week, cadet."
"I know, sir! Sorry, sir!"
"New prisms, coded by orbit's end, cadet!"
"Sir!"