SFWA member, Edward McKeown delivers another great story with a few interesting twists!
 

     “Got him,” Jarl Esser cried.  He knew a fleeting moment of pride at the kill, one less threat to the camp.

     “Nice,” Marceline said, not looking up from her work of scraping stone samples from a moss-covered rock projecting from the jungle floor.

     Jarl sighed.  Why should she look up?  She was a scientist, university trained on Earth itself.   What was he but a high school dropout with a knack for mechanics?  He hit the recall button and Red Baron, the last of his Teckki IX units, flew back to rejoin the dozen other basketball-sized minibots sitting on a nearby ridge of black rock.  The nine-inch hyperwasp Red Baron had just killed, tumbled from its pincers into the nearby vegetation.  The rest of the squadron of Teckkis had wiped out a nest earlier.  Jarl had been on the lookout for any rogue warriors returning late.