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"Control serves the highest cause, Operative Ustlear... one of preserving the Balance, as the upcoming missions will show, " Susan Continues, "You will find that you do both the Imperium and the Galaxy at large a great service."
"That is all I ask." Ustlear replies.
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The "hand" from Operative Zhiel indeed does feel like the grip of a hand to the Aslan, and presently, the "cloud" of bearings that make up its form retract into a small door on the underside of the disc. The disc sets down on the Bar, and a small being, roughly 8 or so inches high, also wearing an Omega uniform stretches as it steps out of the featureless sphere on haunched legs. It is vaguely rreminescent of a Terran marmoset or small Lemur, but deep blue in color.
*Not a robot! I don't recognize that species though...* thinks Ustlear. Zhiel reminds him of the 'Eiosaa', an animal common to the forests near his home on Kaagin. He idly wondered if Khiel's fangs were poisonous like the Eiosaa's...
As the briefing starts, Ustlear mentally shifts into "Briefing Mode" absorbing as much of the data as he can.
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