[b]Lakfakalle[/b]
As Yomo walked into the building, guards pointed their pistols at her. They appeared to be a Delphan and a Loroi, the Delphan had much darker blue skin than the Loroi. The Delphan's eyes glowed purple, and the Loroi's glowed orange just like a Triarian's.

"Identify yourself!" The Loroi yelled, her voice was perfectly stern and unafraid despite the fact that the intruder just walked right through the closed door.

[b]Operation Free Market[/b]
As the agents moved closes to the molds, they could hear a conversation going on.

"The ISF has ordered another batch of Hyphelia Vs! Cargo variant! You know the drill!"

"More Vs? What are they doing up there?"

"Something about a new station, orbital assembly and all that."

"Oh great! We're helping to build something that'll put us all out of work!"

"Come on, it's not like we've got some kind of crazy antigravity engine or anything! They'll always need rockets to get crew up there!"

"Shut up and keep welding the damn parts together!"

Someone stepped up to what appeared to be an intercom, which was uncomfortably close to the agents.

"Deliveries, we need another computer core! No, Hyphelia V! Yes, there is a difference! Yes, I will issue demerits if you don't shut up!"

The man stepped away from the intercom, heading back to the rest of his crew. Cranes lifted the finished plates into place in the center of the building, where construction crews welded and riveted them together. Other cranes lifted in parts from across the factory, which was apparently extremely large. So large, in fact, that one couldn't clearly see the sides from the center of the building. It was a primitive factory, but it still worked fast and good, something that primitive species usually found it impossible to accomplish.

Suddenly, some sort of ring flew over the heads of the agents at great speeds. It slowed abruptly once it reached one of the construction areas, and floated into place in the large stack of parts. Workers moved over to it on the scaffolding to weld it to the stack. One of them waved over in the direction the ring had come from, a single Delphan was standing there waving back, his eyes glowing purple. Apparently, he alone had moved the ring.

"Gee, that Delphan does good work!" Said one of the workers in the construction area that had recieved the ring.

"Yeah, pretty amazing to think the guy's disconnected from the Collective. Normally you'd need the hive mind to work with his precision." Said another one of the workers.

"He's a special one. He made a good choice, going into rocket manufacturing. The business is really taking off with the war and all."

[b]Nanobots[/b]
Having encountered Triarian space, a message was sent to a single nanobots. It soon flashed through the entire swarm.

"Triarian not target, Ceramus target. Flow around Triarian space, find Ceramus space."

The swarm began to move around the Triarian border, continuing the search for the Ceramus.

[b]Comms Tap[/b]
For once, the Triarians didn't pick up propaganda. Instead, they picked up a sitcom. A sci-fi sitcom. About aliens picking up a sitcom and then destroying Lakfakalle over how terrible it was.

It lived up to its predictions, it was definitely bad enough to destroy a planet over.