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Al-Insun flips a few switches on her computer, and it begins to awaken. As it whirs to life, she reaches up and begins to remove some of the plating on her helmet. Large worms begin to wriggle, now clearly in view of the Admiral. What appeared to be thick muscle fibers or fleshy cords wriggles free of the top segment of the helmet, revealing many nightmarish eel faces, with all their eyes and mouths pointing towards the xeno. The worms begin to gurgle and quietly shriek, but only for a few moments before they go silent. The admiral might realize now that the black circles dotted around the priest's and warriors' armor were camera lenses, microphones, and speakers, rather than decorative items. 

Al-Insun's heads split their attention, with several turning towards the computer she's now operating one-handed, and the rest making eye contact with the xeno. A few minutes pass, and then a rod extends upwards from the crate. On it, a roughly spheroid device with a lens pointed toward the table the xeno stood at. It swivels a moment, and a blurry image projects onto the xeno's table, coming into focus slowly as the projection lens whirs softly. It is writing, accompanied by a rough silhouette of the Ophisian priest holding her palms together and baring her neck. Al-Insun mimics the image, all heads pointing upwards as she makes a guttural vocalization. In that stance, she waits.

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