[center][h1]Broodmother Kasira[/h1]
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Broodmother Kasira watched with interest as various different species and factions entered the briefing room. She could even feel the curiosity of the Zerglings within her, though their thoughts were more in regards as to how tough the new beings and their various armours were rather than delving into the mindsets of the newcomers. For the sake of her own safety and the diplomacy, Kasira did not use her psionics to peer into their minds, but still kept herself aware of who had such a potential in the vicinity. The Zerg's psionic link was strong, barely recognisable and controllable by the Terrans or Protoss, but she still had knowledge of an extremely rare few that had managed control of at least a few Zerglings.

It was the variation of the species that intrigued the Broodmother. She watched from multiple perspectives as each one arrived; through the Leviathan, through the Zerg in the hangar, and through her own eyes in the briefing room as they arrived, and they each had their own [i]style[/i], in movements as well as equipment. The strange, tentacle-legged beings as well as one of the Terran-types didn't even bring their own craft - Broodmother Kasira wondered if that was due to a lack of such craft, or to hide such designs. She knew [i]her[/i] Terrans liked to hide and be awkward about their technology. They, at least, seemed to be acting as expected in their operations.

The Broodmother shifted her focus to those that were in front of her now, the [i]leadership[/i] of the factions. There were few that truly struck her attention right there and then, but one of the main ones was Supreme Commander Jason Erthos himself. When it came to Terrans from her homeplace, Terrans did not always warrant the ranks that they were given. Generals could use horrible strategy whereas Captains could be well-skilled in tactics. It was a mixed bag when it came to dealing with them, and so Broodmother Kasira did not always know if a rank meant they were going to be a worthy combatant or a walking pile of biomass. The fact that this Supreme Commander was willing to let a lot of unknown species (as well as their combat troops as guards) onto his ship showed a lot of courage from the man, and the intelligence to know that he needed to make allies or else they would be fighting for who knows how long, and who knew who would survive?

The Broodmother's head turned to each person as they spoke in turn, however one of the Humans, a woman who stated that they all were required to make their way back to their own universes before being interrupted, caught Kasira's attention. She was a psionic, Kasira could sense that, but the problem was that she felt [i]less[/i] psionic than she had felt before. It made her curious as to what the woman could be trying to hide. With mental delicacy, Kasira slowly reached out psionically, almost as if trying to sniff out how much of a psionic potential that the woman had, before letting herself psionically back off. There was not much to be worried about. As the Broodmother turned her head to more interesting elements of the meeting, two of the four Zerglings turned their heads to watch the woman's group a little more, to pay it just that bit more attention. At least one of the Zerglings had it's eyes on the woman, never less. But Kasira still had many worries, and not just with this woman.

[color=plum]"The anti-Alien worry extends mainly toward the Zerg Swarm and my other non-Terran friends,"[/color] Broodmother Kasira finally contributed. [color=plum]"I feel as if this system is not a safeguard from those worries, however. I know where most of you wanted to point your weapons when we first entered the system, and some of you did, even as others arrived. I know where most of your thoughts strayed, and where hostilities or suspicion may lay. Yes, I, Broodmother Kasira, am Zerg, and I stand on six legs as others may stand on two. My vessel is one of being, not metal. But I wish to survive as much as all of you, as well as retreat back to my own lands and my own brood. I ask, quite reasonably, that you treat me as you would treat others."[/color]

She paused, turning toward the individual who had claimed they had sent data to everyone. [color=plum]"Indeed, physical data will be appreciated. Please provide it in any manner that you find suitable."[/color] With that, the Broodmother settled down to listen to the rest of the meeting, awaiting something else to catch her attention. The Zerglings remained on watch, with the two in particular still watching the group with the psionic woman.