[@supertinyking][@thewizardguy]

"tyranid... terrifying from the feelings you're surpressing... and before you begin shooting at me, i do not need to read minds to tell someone's thoughts. a simple shift in tone, suppression of the furrowing of a brow, even the things you're definitely trained not to do give away your thoughts as easilly as if reading them from a book just from the electrical and chemical emmissions you expend in not doing them. As i can also tell you find me to have a superiority complex, let me get one thing straight, human, my 'species' as you would label me is singular, in my natural state i am merely an ever hungering mass of plasma, a star devouring mass of energy. Yet it is the machinations of creatures such as you humans that must regulate, control, and categorize that has led to the complete implosion of societies and civilizations a countless number of time. Your empire has risen and it will fall, whether to the tyranid, another outside force, or it's own hubris just as those same outside forces and tyranid will fail and wither to nothing. When I call something primitive it is not when compared to myself, I myself exist as an outlier and therefore cannot be held to the same standards, no, when i call something primitive it is in comparison to the sum total of the countless civilizations i've come across in the countless millinea i've existed with a conciousness in." Xel'rath rattles off as he studies the imperial civilization, seeming to simply scan things though if they had an immense amount of equipment out they could probably detect the occasional missing molecule or two from their structures taken as samples in order to ascertain the make up of them.

"oh and, privacy is a lie. Secrets kept will always find a way to light and if it's not obvious that they have, then all the more dangerous." Xel'rath adds as an afterthought as he holds his hands out, the light seeming to harden as machines constructed themselves from nothing in his palms. Two rather small, only about the size of a baseball, drones began hovering upon their completion, xel'rath seeming to communicate with them wordlessly for but a few seconds before they zoomed off too fast for even the aiming equipment to track should they attempt to shoot them down. "don't worry, i almost never equip drones with weapons, they're just there to monitor and catalouge things... except this one, i don't like it when people launch missiles at me, the fallout tends to kill interesting specimens." xel'rath states, pointing out a miniscule, pen-sized drone that had been pretty much constantly hovering behind his head since the beginning, but most people probably thought it was just a decoration of some sort and the writer forgot to mention it so FUCK IT. Moving on, xel'rath adds "about your attempt to gain assitance with your tactical endeavors. i'll do it in return for all personal, private, classified, otherwise secretive, and public knowledge, if you hide any from me then I will simply retrieve them. if you wish a demonstration of what you're paying for then bring the most difficult to destroy creation your military posseses... and just because i enjoy being mean to magic users, blind magic users slash psychics or whatever you call them" starting his price high and being blunt about what he wanted since, frankly he didn't care to beat around the bush as the saying went.