<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">SEVEN</span></span></div><div align="center">---Current Location: The Bridge---</div><br/>Seven brought an arm up to what may have possibly been his chin, rubbing at the lurid chitin nub in a motion that suggested he was deep in thought.  It was an uncharacteristically human gesture, and one that he had most likely picked up from one of the other crew members.<br/><br/>"Puppet?  Doubtful.  Blight Decorus is spontaneous, but not prone to repetition.  Return to Eyarth.  Mother of Humans.  Significant.  Different.  She is doing something<em>different</em>.  Perhaps, a greater scale.  A change.  I feel it, burning inside.<em>We</em>feel it."<br/><br/>Several of his eyes focused on Kara and Etienne in turn as they lamented the sudden change of plans, and he seemed to bristle with irritation that shuddered down the myriad ropes of crimson muscle and ending with a dull ring at the metallic orb that comprised his pelvis.<br/><br/>"Human Kara.  Human Etienne.  You are both different, but the same.  Pained.  It lingers, weighing your limbs, slowing your movements.  Your thoughts strike an ashen, sour note.  Our prey shows itself again, and you act as though it is an unwelcome distraction.  You bleat and bemoan, that we cannot chase an impotent criminal so that you may fill your coffers.  Detestable."<br/><br/>Seven's left hand had clutched the side of a computer databank in order to steady his body, and when it came away again his fingers had left visible indents in the metal.  It was difficult to discern emotions in such a bizarre voice as his, but it seemed to be buzzing with extra vigor now.<br/><br/>"We have only one goal.  A purpose that has been bestowed upon us.  In this infinite black expanse, we alone nip at the heels of this Blighted madness.  We do what others cannot.<em>Will</em>not, due to ignorance, arrogance, and fear.  It is our reason for being.  The definition of our existence.  A Mission.<em>The</em>Mission.  The only one that matters."<br/><br/>His massive bulk collected itself, seeming all the larger in that small space.  He gestured towards Etienne, his mandibles snapping like broken bones.  "You seek death?" He pointed towards the window sharply.  "Open the door, and walk out.  Erase yourself.  Remove yourself from our sight.  But do not continue to fight the Blight Decorus with the hope that she will kill you.  Fight with your entire being, or do not fight at all."