The pipe-laden cyborg lurched towards the silver figure in the middle of the corridor.

"We are ..."

The silver figure grabbed both the drone's arms; one in each hand.

And pulled.

With a combination of tearing metal and organic fluids displacing, the disarmed - literally - Borg sunk to it's knees, massive shock setting in.

The Cyberman spoke, completing the drone's statement.

"Irrelevant."