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The massive Conglomerate Worldship hung dead in space. All but the barest of systems disabled to avoid detection, it appeared as simply a large asteroid to a simple scan.
"Interesting. What additional data do you require?"
"None, Boardsman. I hope you are pleased with our results."
"I am very pleased. Our new friend will be far more pleased. He... it will be interested in the data we've collected."
"How much do you think it will be willing to pay? How will it pay?"
"Do not concern yourself with amounts, that is my field. You will reap the benefits even as all shall when our friend delivers. No more bowing and scraping to the feeble Terrans!"
"Sir, we've just lost contact with the probe." One of the workers at a computer announced to Jonathan, who was monitoring the information being relayed by the probe with great interest.
"No matter. The probe's been sending it's information live this entire time, so we can be sure we got all the information, and the mere fact the plasma shield protected it against the tremors heavily supports the theory that this is of Xel-Naga origin. Just keep taking in the data, and we'll see what destroyed the probe before long."
They did exactly as they were told, and as the monstrosity came into view the entire surviellence room froze in terror.
Was the first to compose himself, and he choked out an order. "Make a backup of this data and have it sent to the rest of the council right the f*ck now. They need to see this."
And the workers did exactly that. Gordon and the other nations were all sent a file with the information, as well as specifying that the plasma shield that had been outfitted to the probe was what allowed it to approach without dying in the first place and that it reinforced the theory that the creature was of Xel-Naga origin.
Ryt'Ayrn listens. "Excellent work, technician."
"Thank you, Administrator. Does this confirm the theory that our new partners are the Xel'Naga?"
"No confirmation. Others could use a Rip-field, theoretically. But it strengthens the case."
He starts to walk away. "Once again, my compliments. Continue monitoring transmissions and alert me of anything of interest."
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