Video - May 14th - Early morning

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Mother.

[ Nihlus looks extremely nauseated, even under all the neon green. ]

It's name is Mother. The emptiness is gone now, I don't- I can't- find it again-

[ Here, he stops for a moment, running his hand over his crest, trying to regather himself, trying to regather his thoughts. They'd scattered the moment the recording started and it was so hard to find the words to describe everything that'd happened in the past couple of hours. ]

I am Nihlus Kryik. One of people who'd been part of the diplomatic venture to Asteroid 276.

The Ingress glitching had given me temporary powers, similar to what many of you seemed to have experienced.

On top of a myriad of other abilities, I was able to form a psychic link and establish... contact with what I believe to be the source of the contaminant. Whatever the being is, this Mother, they are linked to illness we'd gotten from that station.

And they are hostile.

If you have any form of psychic abilities, do not try and connect with it. It is dangerous and it can pull you deeper under its thrall if given half the chance to. Its intentions are unclear, but whatever the may be, they do not seem particularly friendly.

Please. Keep in network contact with someone uninfected, either a friend, family or a medical professional. Anyone who is available to monitor you. Report to them any changes in your condition.

[ He pauses for a moment, just staring at the TAB, trying find some angle to make everything he'd just said not sound as horrifying as they did. But there's nothing he can think of. ]

... Take care of yourselves.

[ Spirits, he really hopes he's wrong. ]

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[beautifulspaceraptor]

They reached out to us with the offer of diplomacy.

We were sent to assess the station, gauge their intentions. Lay down a path for a future potential partnership between Savrou and Asteroid 276 to the mutual benefit of both parties. As always, contact with unknown groups tend to come with fifty fifty chances of them not having the best of intentions.

[ Which is political speak for 'yes, pretty much, but we had reasons dammit'. Nihlus has been politicking with other Turians enough to have his guard up here.

Her answer to his question has him tilting his head slightly. ]

Everyone? [ he quizzes, raising a mandible in amusement, tone mild. ] I suppose that'll be post-mortem then.

[ He watches her silently for a second. Those tatts were Palavenian but that accent and casual speech pattern sounded more like something from the outer worlds. ]

If it's alright, can I ask what your name is?

[nyx_it]

[Ugh. Political speak. And here she thought Spectres -- even dead ones -- were supposed to be Bad Examples. She folds her arms, tilting her head to one side. Everything about that posture yelling skepticism.]

You screwed up, in other words -- took the bad side of the fifty-fifty. So what are we doing about it?

[Which is about as un-political speak as you can get. Sorry, Nihlus.]

Yeah. To both things.

[Which is creepy. And doesn't explain how the hell she's having this conversation with him right now. She mulls that over, too, but, really, there doesn't seem to be a down side in naming herself. With Ryder here, it'd probably only be a matter of time, anyway.]

Vetra Nyx.

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[ 'You screwed up' was an awful familiar phrase and Nihlus barely resists the urge to roll his eyes. ]

Vetra Nyx, [ he echoes instead, subvocals carefully neutral. ] Presently, we're organizing efforts to discover where the parasites that we'd expelled had gone to. Here:

[ He links her to the emergency announcement. ]

The mass that'd crawled away.

[ He's awful blase about that fact that he'd vomited up a squirming, gorey horror. ]

A human named Soldier 76 is currently coordinating the search. If you wish to help, you should contact him and find some proper contagion-proof suit.

He's guessing they might be in the sewers, but it's, well, entirely guesswork. There are no real leads as to their location or what their purpose is as of yet. I only know that their apparent source, this 'Mother', wants revenge.

It will be a high risk mission.

[nyx_it]

[And like she thought -- if he recognizes her name, there's nothing there to go on. Either he doesn't, or he's really good at covering his tracks. Which -- Spectre. So either is likely.]

... well that's just wrong. On so many levels.

[Said after reviewing the footage. And listening to the information. She can't keep the grimace off her face. Or the revulsion.]

Something more than a hardsuit and helmet, then? [But if it works for space, why not contagion?] Okay, great. Revenge-crazy goo.

Revenge for what?

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[ Nihlus has worked with a lot of underground sorts, but the galaxy was a big place. Vetra Nyx was small fry in the grand scope of things, just another nameless soul trying to get by.

For the better, really, especially with her sister in tow. The kind of games Spectres played weren't usually very kindly on family. ]

Revenge for what, is the question. Until we can answer that, we're in the dark.

And if you have a mil-spec hardsuit, you're as prepared you can be, considering the limited intel.

[ Giving her a wry, tired little smile, he adds: ]

Good luck, Nyx. Stay safe.

[ The TAB screen tilts, juuuust enough for Vetra to catch a glimpse of Saren's pale figure in the background before cutting out. ]

[nyx_it]

[There's. Literally nothing she can say to that. To that lovely parting image.]

[Other than What the fuck.]

[That, and wow this guy's an asshole.]