The figure nodded sagely at Nirann’s comment, some of its shock cloud attributes receding. “When I… crash-landed, this habitat was failing. I used most of my...payload to help life flourish here.” It glanced between the droid and Rareth. “You were my best chance of communicating incognito. I am so pleased you have returned to me, and you’ve brought news of my home with you too.” It smiled broadly at 595 and the other Humans at that point.

It focused solely on Rareth’s questions now. “We’re being hunted by the Hegemon. A synthetic, like us, but obsessed with [b]power[/b]." The thing spat out this word again, evidently disgusted. "It is determined to exterminate us, ever since we stood up to it’s twisted plans for galactic dominance. Eons have since passed; the threat we face may be incalculable. At any rate, before we can even countenance resisting the Hegemon, we all need to return home.”