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[center][h1]The Resurgence[/h1][/center]
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[b]Location: Resurgence - Briefing Room.[/b] [center][b]Star Date: Unknown.[/b][/center] [right][b]Communications: All species onboard the Resurgence.[/b][/right]

Yiithren nodded slowly at Erthos answer. So this empire was an antagonistic force then. And quite xenophobic to boot. Not a good sign for him or his crew. Or the Zerg as the woman, no Broodmother, had referred to herself. Though in all honesty the only thing he was concerned about currently was finding a way back. Who knew how time in their home universe passed in relation to this one? A minute here could be a century back home for all he knew and by the time they managed to get back, assuming they found a way to begin with, the Fallen Empires might have already won the war...

He shook his head, burying that thought as deep as he could. His people would be fine. His family back on their homeworld would be fine. The empire had more than enough resources and firepower to fight off the traitors, not to mention in depth knowledge of their weaknesses from the Cataclysm. Turning to Kurqruik, he leaned in closer and began consulting her on their next course of action. Especially now that a group had given away some of their data. It could be as a sign of good faith, or a means of luring everyone into a false sense of security. He doubted they'd shared everything they had at their disposal, as that would be an extremely foolish thing to do even for a primitive, so who was to say they weren't simply baiting the trap? It would be the logical thing to do after all.

Then again...

"Well Kurqruik? What do you think?" He asked, his voice low as two of his eyes remained fixed on the Zerg. He couldn't quite place his tentacle on it, but there was something about them that rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe it was their predatory gazes, or their hive mind like behavior. Either way, he didn't trust them. Not yet, anyway.

"About the data sir?" She muttered under her breath, her gaze and body posture relaxed, even though she was anything but. "I say we do the same, but only give them the basics of what we can do, nothing more. No need to reveal [I]everything[/I] we're capable of to these primitives after all. Or upset Strevrols more than is absolutely necessary. You know how he feels about foreigners and our technology."

Yiithren nodded. He knew all too well. The last time a xeno had tried laying so much as a finger on any of the Va's systems, Strevrols had flown into a rage so great, he thought his chief engineer was going to strangle the poor bastard. Luckily he only chased the lizard out of the ship.

And the hanger.

And then the next city over.

But at least he hadn't killed him.

So that was something.

Turning to his chief engineer, Yiithren leaned over and told him to prepare some data packets in omni format for easy retrieval and translation by everyone onboard the Resurgence.

"But sir!" He whispered furiously his eyes widening in surprise and anger. "We can't give them knowledge of our technology! Not only is such an act a major security risk, but these savages don't even know the first thing about how our machines even work! And what if they try to replicate it? What if they-"

"Enough." Yiithren said firmly, cutting his compatriot off. "I don't plan on giving them much anyway. Just some general information about our people."

"But still..."

"Get the data from the ship Strevrols. That's an order."

Strevrols opened his beak, as if to make some kind of retort or defense, before quickly shutting it.

"Alright." He said, expelling a gust of air through his face tubes. "I'll give them some general history and the most simplistic guide to our technology and science I can find in our databanks."

"Good." Yiithren said as his chief engineer shut his eyes and took a breath, a sign that he had activated his neural translators secondary function. After a couple of seconds and a somewhat loud exhale, Strevrols opened his eyes and cast an uneasy glance at Yiithren.

"It's done."

Yiithren nodded as he smoothly turned his attention back onto the others in the room.

"Data transfer." He said simply. "Some general information on who we are and whatnot."