[b]LIV [i]Terminator[/i][/b]

The weathered Fleetmaster clamped her eyes shut and bit back the urge to scream and convulse. The memories were powerful but drove such a painful throb through her head, several hundred times worse than any migraine she's ever suffered through. The last image, seeing the destruction and the appearance of Sylve's colors. She had reached some kind of clarity, some kind of understanding. The throbbing faded away, and she slowly fluttered her glossy black eyes open.

"Through the unbearable pain...the throbbing...the visions...your test proves to be quite powerful..." she whispered.

"I understand that what Sylve has done in this short while is nothing short of atrocious. And, indeed, we have sought to destroy them for millenia. They're voracious and foul, seeking only to take control of the universe with narcotics, extortion, piracy and murder. You have seen so little of them, and if you are willing to help us, we can end the menace that is Captain Switch."

She blinked, tapping on her chest panel to bring up a video feed being recorded by the Rakora-Class Assault Vessel PNS [i]Dauntless[/i] of the wreckage of the nuclear blast. "If you have any kind of emergency data recording devices, something our studies have shown that the humans of earth used on their old aircraft known as 'black boxes', we might be able to use that data to trace the Sylve battle group."