Nexus proceeded to watch carefully as a handful of other life forms entered the rapidly-becoming crowded meeting room. It followed the trickling 'pulse' of power in one, much more peculiar than the other robotic-based lifeforms. Was it an android? Was it autonomous? Did it prefer she, it, or they? Much attention would be required to unlock the secrets of their mystique. They drew quite an interest from the machine, obvious in the way Nexus constantly flickered its royal blue optic over their figure, like it was trying to peer into the lower level, beneath the synthetic flesh to see its inner workings. It did this completely unashamed, until its trance was broken by the entrance of another peculiar man. This man was the theoretical 'stick-in-the-ass' lieutenant type. Ironic, as he fit the stereotype perfectly. The machine followed his entrance, watching him with intrigue.

	Even though he was high in command, he didn't greet a single member personally, preferring to address everyone with a dull collective acknowledgement. It was the way either fresh, young, high-ranking officials preferred to conduct themselves. They had something to prove, and felt it a statement to their place. If it wasn't that; it was the older type. One who was desperately trying to hold onto their place and was attempting to further prove their right to hold their rank. The machine took it as an insult. The chain of command should hold the strictest members at the top but this Captain was completely lax. Why should the second in command be similar in force to Mussolini?

	The machine blank-stared the miniature man. Reinforced steel? While the machine hated ridiculous orders, it would simply prove to humiliate the captain for tasking the illogical. With much more delicacy than when it moved to dry Ramona, it positioned a chair and prepared to sit. Very gently did the machine settle into the steel chair below, slowly pushing more and more weight into the seat creating rather loud stress-creaks as the chair bent more and more. It was about three quarters of relieving the weight from its legs before the chair snapped its welding and crumpled into the ground, taking the machine to the floor with it. The landing was softened by the cushioned chair seat, meaning Nexus did not leave a dent in the floor. When the action was completed, it slowly panned its head to face Rolands, illuminating his face with a rather bright, rather annoyed royal blue.

	"Directive accomplished, maximum ridiculousness achieved. Are we to await further illogical directives or shall we proceed individually?" It stated. Nexus had already been insulted once today, further interaction was forcing it to grow tired and irate. Every core despised being ordered around. What was so wrong with the machine standing solemnly in the back of the room? This was the type of man who would order an alien to eat human-food because it was natural to them. Synthetics did not require such frivolity, why was he forcing them upon Nexus?

	As fast as it had moved in to prepare sitting, it launched itself up, re-positioning itself at the back of the room, dimming its light to allow all those within to room to view the slide show. As the Captain finished the sitrep rather quickly, which it was thankful for, the machine stepped forwards with a little click of the foot.

	"Previous statement alludes living VIP's aboard target ship. This prevents utilization of heavy armaments, correct? We reason, a subterfuge based attack would be much more profitable than assault. With provided scrap, ability to recreate a stealth-based visual light influx field generator becomes a possibility." It offered, wishing to lay out the way of attack before it needed to be hastily slapped together.