Thread:InfestedThunder/@comment-25175729-20180928224911/@comment-34353298-20180930023851

Before long, it came into sight. What appeared as a sort of grey slab, with small alloy ribs protruding from the bottom, grew quickly closer. But, when it came close enough, the ribs retracted into the slab, and a few thrusts of unseen propulsion systems halted the machine. Slowly, the extended front of the device split open, flaring open to reveal the machine's many emerald photo-receptors, stationary and cold. With its optical portions extended, the rest of its body slowly came to look as it would normally, with two 'arms' held close to the body, most likely to keep speed within the Mystys it used to travel in. Slowly, these came to a more natural resting state, their long tendril-like 'fingers' noticeable. The machine sat in its position for a moment, staring at the ship, and more likely, the Passan inside it, examining the situational variants, and cross-checking the possibilities as time passed. Eventually, however, the time for caution had become null, and a small rod distended from underneath the center of the Chronicler's 'eyes'. Soon after, over the transceivers of the Passan craft, a transmission began to be relayed.

"Greetings, Unknown Passan Traveller. I am Chronicler Unit Number Sigma-Nine-Eight-Zero-Four-One," It greeted with a monotonous, unfeeling voice, "You have passed the designated border sensors that designate the Netra-Dax territory and have continued into our central area of operations. If a query may be made, please state your reason for entering this area?"