!6DKrLMZbEU 01/28/11(Fri)01:27 No.13686596|
>Deep scan on enemy minds.
After a few moments Zephyr face scrunches up as if she had just eaten a thousand unripe lemons. Her hands ball up into little fists, growing even whiter if that was possible. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes, threatening to roll down her cheeks, and the command staff brace for another tantrum and some even scoot away from the overhead lighting. After a moment she lets out her breath and thinks to the commander:
“Commander, their minds are so filthy! Xenos are like eating ants, with bitter acid tang! But these men! My tongue needs to be washed with soap! They are all criminals! They have done very, very bad things, and they curse all the time! They are given weapons and equipment from the Federation and deployed where the Federation needs then to do their dirty work. They attack planets outside the Federation’s protection, ‘fringe’ planets, as well as behind the ‘Iron Line’. I think the Iron Line where the Federation makes its stand against the enemies of man, and we are behind it. They are part of a larger group called the Baskerville Hounds, and this ‘Mongrel Unit’ has gone even more rogue and has been pillaging planets ever since.”
“THEY HAVE DONE VERY NAUGHTY THINGS AND WE MUST PUNISH THEM!”
With the last psychic outburst a little blood trickles out of Polaski’s ear.
>Also she now knows the information about the units, and sends that to each soldier. Now you can call them by their names and not worry about using knowledge you have!