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You let out a small breath and ask what they would have the Tau do.
"The plague, though deadly, has a second nature." Oulma drags a finger along his part of the screen, using his other hand to tap at random intervals. A new video appears.
This time it shows one of the creatures that burst from the chest of the Lymantria. Laying around the room within brightly colored circles are various forms of flora and fauna. The creature finds itself a rooting spot in one of the corners, reaching out to the different animals and plant life. Delicate glowing spheres on the end of long hair like tendrils play across the prone figures. Once it finds suitable hosts thicker ones reach out and drag them in towards the plant where root like structures reach out and embrace them.
The video becomes a time lapse over several days. The rest of the subjects are removed and the creature is still. After about a day, bright and vibrant flowers begin budding along its main stem, which itself has grown thicker and darker in color. The mass of tendrils at the top wind together around the bumpy node, flattening out and merging with each other until they form a pulsing, near perfect sphere.
After half a day the video slows down to normal time. The sphere explosively splits open, vibrant red and orange ichor splattering the immediate area. A figure slips from the pod in a pool of sticky fluid, its limp body slumped on the floor. Almost immediately the creature and the thing that birthed it are set ablaze by some unseen force, a jet of liquid fire streaming in from off camera. The video feed cuts out.
You ask who the research facility belonged to. Oulma leans back in his chair slowly,
"It, was ours. From long, long ago. When we were at war with another. Other than that we do not know its purpose."
"The plague, though deadly, has a second nature." Oulma drags a finger along his part of the screen, using his other hand to tap at random intervals. A new video appears.
This time it shows one of the creatures that burst from the chest of the Lymantria. Laying around the room within brightly colored circles are various forms of flora and fauna. The creature finds itself a rooting spot in one of the corners, reaching out to the different animals and plant life. Delicate glowing spheres on the end of long hair like tendrils play across the prone figures. Once it finds suitable hosts thicker ones reach out and drag them in towards the plant where root like structures reach out and embrace them.
The video becomes a time lapse over several days. The rest of the subjects are removed and the creature is still. After about a day, bright and vibrant flowers begin budding along its main stem, which itself has grown thicker and darker in color. The mass of tendrils at the top wind together around the bumpy node, flattening out and merging with each other until they form a pulsing, near perfect sphere.
After half a day the video slows down to normal time. The sphere explosively splits open, vibrant red and orange ichor splattering the immediate area. A figure slips from the pod in a pool of sticky fluid, its limp body slumped on the floor. Almost immediately the creature and the thing that birthed it are set ablaze by some unseen force, a jet of liquid fire streaming in from off camera. The video feed cuts out.
You ask who the research facility belonged to. Oulma leans back in his chair slowly,
"It, was ours. From long, long ago. When we were at war with another. Other than that we do not know its purpose."
