When the device finished what it was doing, Carthus ripped it off his ear. No matter the species, the look on his face was not compatible with any semblance of positive thought. Just when it started to look like they were getting somewhere. An what even what was that thing?
“Tristac, get on the long-range and yell back to the Latanos. Tell Legate Vamos to sign me up for a detailed brain scan immediately upon our return.” he told the marines before turning back to their host. Though he knew the alien couldn’t understand him and that it was his fault for going along with its plan in the first place, his blood was still boiling.
“What in Artorias’ name was that?” he tried not to raise his voice too much, “For all your fancy holograms, surely a little visual representation of this things operation isn’t too much to ask for?” Although he didn’t think the alien had malicious intent, this little episode nibbled at the foundation of that assumption.