"Saren. Yes. That one sought knowledge of those who were gone. Saren offered a bounty to the Thorian, an excellent gift. The Old Growth consented to listen to flesh for this payment. It's a pity Saren's sense of gifts did not extend to its sense of power. Saren sought to destroy the Old Growth with cold ones, destroying the flesh that would tend its next cycle, flesh fairly given," The Thorian behind the asari started pulsing, gasping and whistling intermittently. A display of laughter for the benefit of the short lived meat before it. The asari extended a smile, "Saren failed. The Old Growth shall consent to interpret the air you push for a time longer, so long as you do not displease it, or seek to take the flesh it holds fairly."
"The flesh?" Garrus glanced between the others, "It must mean the colonists. But, surely it must realize that-"
"The able flesh yet lives," The asari's gaze turned to Garrus, "But in our hold. There are more forms yet for them to root into."
The transhuman suddenly froze, in shock for a moment, before it turned suddenly to Xepard, "Xepard! The passenger manifest- the transhumans! Did they bring cargo?"
Xepard frowned, glanced over, "I don't see how that matters-"
"Just tell me!"
"Ah, yes," Garrus scratched the back of his head, suddenly uncertain, "There was a cargo ship chartered by Saren personally, that made its way here-"
"The air you push is tainted with fear," The Thorian's speaker stepped closer, "Do you hear now? The strength of the Old Growth?"
They were suddenly aware of shuffling, footsteps, the high pitched whines of weapons being prepared. Descending down the silo, and marching from the entrances on either side came out more bipeds, octopods, even another one of the massive crabs that destroyed the Mako.
"The passenger manifest only counted the egos," the transhuman sounded grim, even as he reached for his shredder pistol, "Not the morphs. Those were in cargo."