Kelvin's face turned to something between shock, rage, and complete frustration at Clarinet's matter-of-fact statement. He tensed so hard that the gash on his ribs further opened "Refor-... Do you even?....." Kelvin's voice filtered harshly through the speaker; his fists were clenched hard and it took everything he had simply to keep from punching the glass. Though Kelvin wasn't the best at containing his emotions, whatever had happened on that planet had made him feel particularly raw. Kelvin looked at the Namekian with sheer bewilderment.<br/><br/>"Reform those-.... monsters!?!" his voice was quickly crescendoing as his emotions boiled "Do you even know what they're capable of?" he shouted<br/><br/>"They destroy planets for fun and enslave because they can. Just to show they can dominate!" He was visibly trembling.<br/><br/>"I don't think it's even possible to reason with them! It's like something in their brains can't understand compassion or kinship. They'd kill one of their own race just because they sounded funny or looked dangerous!" The fluid was beginning to shift and bubble around him.<br/><br/>"Reform them! You have no idea what the hell you're talking about!" the machine was starting to rumble and sputter.<br/><br/>"I feel nothing towards them but hatred! They're a disease on this universe! I'm glad that they.... I'm glad they aband-" For any number of reasons, Kelvin had never told Clarinet about what the Frost Demons had done to him; was it too painful? was he ashamed? He wanted so badly to understand why he wasn't good enough. Why wasn't he a cold, uncaring killer? He just wanted not to feel so miserable and confused. The fluid slowly settled down. He shook his head and untethered himself before opening the tank and climbing out. His leg buckled and he placed his hand on the glass to steady himself. He let out a frustrated grunt before heading for an interior door.<br/><br/>The door slid open when he caught a glimpse of the "ship" they were approaching through a window. It was massive! Kelvin looked curiously at the communication screen, but nothing flashed on it; no distress call, no warning, just static coming from the speakers. Without any notice, Kelvin angrily smacked the opening mechanism for the ships hatch. A transparent container dropped down to encase the hatch before the ramp lowered and Kelvin charged out toward the large, unresponsive craft.<br/><br/>It only took a minute to reach the craft, which had a large bay door completely ajar. Kelvin charged in and searched for a button to shut the door. It only took a moment to find, but he decided against pressing it; Clarinet might need to land the ship somewhere where it wouldn't float off. Kelvin entered the airlock. The hatch door groaned as it moved and hissed as it shut. After a few moments in complete darkness, the door to the interior produced a loud thunk before creaking open. Kelvin stepped out of the chamber into a large hall. The room was dark and desolate. Weak light panels on the floor flickered and dimly spotlighted the walls on both sides of the hall but the main source of light was a large snow-filled screen sitting imposingly on the far wall, opposite of Kelvin. The pale rays from the screen illuminated the dust and some scattered equipment nearby.<br/><br/>What's this thing doing here? Kelvin thought as he scanned the abandoned room. He floated towards the screen and curiously laid his hand on the terminal in front of it. A thick layer of dust coated his hand as he pulled it away to inspect.<span style="font-style: italic"> this place hasn't been used for a long time </span>he thought as he searched blindly for a way to turn on the communications system<span style="font-style: italic"> but this place is so advanced... what could've...</span>his train of thought was interrupted by a loud pop from the screen as an image came into focus.<br/><br/>The image that came up was what seemed to be sentient insect creature. It wore something like a thick purple scarf about its neck and a dark brown cloak was draped over its shoulders. The only uncovered part that could be seen of the creature was its head which looked quite stern in its expression. The creature was smooth, with a red carapace-like sheen. It had two large pairs of black glossy eyes arranged symmetrically down its face; the bottom set were slightly smaller and closer together.  Apart from that and two small antennae hanging from its forehead, its face looked quite humanoid. The creature's frame was small enough for the background to be seen. The environment around him looked like what this room might've if it had been cared for. The alien gave a slow blink before clearing its throat and speaking.<br/><br/>"If you're watching this...." a high-pitched yet distinctly masculine voice began "Then I've failed at my task. My race has been destroyed and this station still stands," he took a shaky breath as if he could see this future unraveling before his eyes. The display flickered and the image of the creature was replaced by a recording of what looked like a white observation chamber. Whatever was inside had all of its limbs bound in metal casings attached to the floor and walls. A mask was placed over its slumped head but its feature were easily distinguishable; it looked like a frost demon. The voice began again.<br/>"The Demon here was captured after it crash-landed twenty-five kilometers from Station 501. This is the initial testing of the biofrequency experiments,"<br/>A latch opened and what looked like one of the insectoid's brethren walked into the room. The mask fell from the Frost demon's face and it looked with murderous intent at the meek intruder. The insectoid froze in place and released a pleasant tune. The sound immediately made the glare melt from the Demon's expression. Its breathing slowed and it seemed to have calmed down significantly.<br/><br/>"Here you're seeing the symbiosis frequency used to trigger reward pathways and metabolic overdrive; the true Demons exposed to this frequency become very calm and agreeable. This is the natural frequency at which us Goki breath and speak. Before Demon hybridization and self-decimation, this ability guaranteed we would be safe from Frost Demon attacks."<br/><br/>The image flashed back to the original insectoid "When Frost Demon attacks became more common, Elders Paves and Ria began pushing for genetic manipulation. What they created..." the shaky voice broke and the screen returned to the bound and blinded demon in the observation room. The hatched opened once again but this time, a much larger gaunt figure dredged into the room, its claws dangling in front of it limply; the creature wheezed as if it were struggling to breathe through a whistle. When the mask dropped, the Demon looked momentarily surprised by the abomination before staring it down. The creature lets out a choked cough before releasing a violent screech. The noise made Kelvin's heart race and his head pound. The Demon in the room convulsed and screamed in agony before the creature walked up and slashed at it violently. Blood and flesh began to coat the white interior and the Demon's screams became gurgles as the abomination shredded it into pieces. Kelvin's face was wet and his body was trembling uncontrollably. The creature stopped as the Demon finally became a silent bloody heap; the abomination gave a final blood-curdling scream before the footage cut out.<br/><br/>The man reappeared and sucked in a shaky breath "I don't know who you are, but these.... beasts are not my people. I supervised the assembly of this station thinking it was an evacuation plan for our people. Elder Paves is consumed with hatred; he's disgusted with what he's created and enraged by the races that antagonized us. This station was meant to transport an army in search of a way to expand and reverse the mutations. I miss my race but I couldn't let him hurt innocent people; we can't become our enemy! I launched the station into space and I'm currently researching how to reverse the effects. I'll have recorded several messages and stored them on this terminal. I'm not sure how far I'll get but... any breakthroughs I make are yours." the insectoid got closer to the screen, a look of desperation in its eyes<br/>"If you can't save my people, destroy them. I can't let this be our legacy," the video cut out and static resumed.<br/><br/>Kelvin turned and sat on the floor, his back resting against the base of the terminal as his mind tried to process everything. He wiped his face with the back of his hand "Clarinet, you level-headed bastard. I could really use your help right now,"