Voices [Closed; Happening at about the same time as the Strike Team thread]

[ohm-nom-nom.livejournal.com]

In a slime-slicked chamber, surrounded by darkness, they watch illuminated screens. Organic projectors swirl screens around in circular patterns so many glistening compound eyes can see. They have never had any real opposition before. It must be analyzed, prodded at, inspected, understood. There are individuals on the screens, a girl riding on the back of an angel, a giant girl, a young woman firing magic. A man in red and blue blazes across a screen, an S on his chest, and they hiss their discontent.

{{Threat.}}
{{Accordance?}}
{{Acknowledge.}} {{Acknowledge.}} {{Acknowledge.}}
{{Many.}}

Non-visuals are analyzed as well, including that strange source of their own language being mimicked back at them, something they’d reached out to and found an organic at the other end.

{{Potential.}}
{{Accordance?}}
{{Acknowledge.}} {{Acknowledge.}} {{Acknowledge.}}
{{Many.}}
{{Tear away.}}
{{Mind.}}
{{Tear.}}
{{Understand.}}
{{Intel.}}
{{Useful.}}

Video of the ship flashes across the screen.

{{Designate: unknown.}}
{{Unknown.}}
{{Unknown.}}
{{Withdraw: deemed acceptable.}}
{{Accordance?}}
{{Acknowledge.}} {{Acknowledge.}} {{Acknowledge.}}
{{Many.}}
{{Intelligence. Understood. Targets acquired.}}
{{Accordance?}}
{{Acknowledge.}} {{Acknowledge.}} {{Acknowledge.}}
{{Many.}}
{{Require.}}
{{More.}}
{{Understanding.}}
{{Tear away knowledge.}}
{{Many targets.}}
{{Tear away.}}
{{Alternative: eliminate.}}
{{Accordance?}}
{{Acknowledge.}} {{Acknowledge.}} {{Acknowledge.}}
{{Many.}}
{{Acknowledged.}}