[b]XEON III - COMMAND CENTER[/b]

Captain Herald studied the unknown Mecha, a visual put up on a side screen for a closer look.  It was unlike anything he had ever seen before.  "Are there any matches in the database?"  He decided to ask though he had a feeling there would be nothing close enough to be a match.

"Databanks show negative sir.  Craft is of unknown design and origin."

"Well now, this is certainly a sight.  Let's see what its going to do."

[b]IRIS 1[/b]

[color=violet]~Solar system species attempting communication, analyzing transmissions.  Running linguistics program, language recognized.  Translating.  Species attempting first contact, more data is required.~[/color]  As the I.R.I.S. AI processed the information the Mecha started to spew what could only be described as a cloud from its shoulder turrets.  A purple mist funneled out and started to spread rapidly through space, the 'mist' was full of tiny little nano-machines, equipped to latch onto anything they touched and to send the data back to the IRIS 1.  The cloud expanded rapidly in all directions, getting thinner the further out it went but it didn't take many nano-machines to get a good amount of information.  Any machines touched by the nanites were quickly tagged by the IRIS one, meaning the machine could know their position at all times, hidden or not.

[color=violet]~Considering responding to primitive species...communication not advisable.  Will continue analyzing lifeforms.~[/color]  The IRIS 1 started to move through his scanning cloud as the information started to pour in from the millions of nano-machines attaching themselves to various surfaces.

[b]Marsha Wells[/b]

[color=darkred]"What in deep space is that machine trying to do?  Things are not starting to look to good."[/color]  Marsha was thankful that her machine was on the side away from the IRIS 1 so she was not in danger of coming into contact, whatever that mecha had just spewed into space around it.  Things had taken a turn for the weird.