Voice (backdated to the second)

[forwearemany]

(And now Legion is making another network post. This time, rather than sad, they sound alert, alarmed.)

Multiple corpses of entities from our universe of origin have been deposited on the shores of Enso. They are commonly referred to as Thresher Maws.

They are exceedingly large, difficult to kill, and typically only a few are likely to be found living simultaneously on a planet: we are uncertain as to how this occurrence is possible.

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[eudaimonikos]

They could've just been dumped here like that?

[Yeah, usually dead people end up alive here, but they were also in the ocean. Anything could've happened.]

[forwearemany]

What is brought here typically arrives alive.

Possibility of live Thresher Maws is extremely concerning.

[eudaimonikos]

Well, if something killed those, it'll probably get the other ones. Do they normally swim?

[forwearemany]

They do not. However, they do not require air.

Whatever "got them" is likely more than capable of "getting" us.

(This is concerning no matter how you look at it.)

[eudaimonikos]

[mmmm, okay, fair point then]

Can you tell what did? Any marks or anything?

[forwearemany]

Negative.

(They are rotted enough and Legion is inexperienced enough that they can't tell much of anything.)

[suspecteverything]

Like you? Think there's enough left to investigate?

[While Jules certainly wouldn't try to use his mutant Trisani abilities to slip into Legion's systems since they're clearly a sentient being, one who has already passed on - so to speak - seems fair game to Jules.]

[forwearemany]

Clarify.

(That he might be asking if they're synthetic doesn't immediately occur to them: they are like a thresher maw in that they can survive environments typical organics cannot and are difficult to kill, and the bodies could definitely be examined. But they know that that is unlikely to be what is meant.)

[suspecteverything]

Technology or electronically based. At least partially run by some kind of circuitry or motherboard.

[He has to assume that's what Legion's asking at least. And that he didn't say anything that would be offensive.]

[forwearemany]

(They chatter.)

Negative. Thresher Maws are wholly organic.

[suspecteverything]

Damn. Not going to get any information then.

[Is it weird that he's not at all concerned by a big pile of dead bodies?]

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[counterblows]

Is that what those are?

[Long pause.]

...anything we can salvage from them, do you think?

[forwearemany]

Affirmative.

(They chatter.)

Though they are rotting, it is possible their armored exoskeletons may be of use.

(More importantly.)

Washington-agent, Thresher Maws are capable of surviving environments uninhabitable by other organic life, and are difficult to combat even when armed with tanks, missiles, gunships, similarly powerful equipment and weaponry. We are uncertain what could be capable of this.

[counterblows]

A god, maybe? Or a dragon? We know those exist here.

[They're dead, which is the important thing.]

How would you kill them?

[forwearemany]

(They chatter, considering this.)

Use of remotely operated vehicles to lure it above ground followed by bombardment with explosives from a distance has the lowest risk and highest likeliness of success. Environmental damage is likely to be high.

Shepard-Commander has assisted in killing one on foot, though this was extremely difficult, and should not be taken as an indicator of possible success.

(Shepard-Commander, regardless of their opinion of her otherwise, is basically the most badass human to ever live. Attempting to emulate her is unwise.)

[counterblows]

How'd she kill it on foot?

[Sorry, but without any remote-operated vehicles here and not very much in the way of explosives, "on foot" seems to be the only way to reliably get that done.]

[littlemhigan]

An' here I thought The Burn had some overgrown worms. What in seven hells kind of place do these come from?!

[forwearemany]

They are near ubiquitous throughout the galaxy, though they are most commonly found on planets and asteroids with minimal atmosphere.

[littlemhigan]

...They aren't dragons, are they? Comin' from the stars like that?

[forwearemany]

They are not.

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[catpiper]

They sound scary.

[The thought of something bigger out there taking down these large beats is, you know, a lot. She hates it.]

We should stay away from them.

[forwearemany]

Affirmative.

(They'd prefer, at least, if Ren stayed away from them entirely.

More importantly:)

Ren-Pumpkin. You have returned?

[catpiper]

[Legion's nickname brings a smile to her face. It's nice that they remembered her and they're still around-too many people are vanishing or forgetting their time here. It's stressful.]

Yes, I didn't want to leave, but I'm back home now.

[forwearemany]

Acknowledged. We are ... glad.

[catpiper]

I'm glad you're still here. It makes me very happy to hear your voice again.