Czar did not move as she listened to Sean, nor make any comment when he referred to the Peacekeepers.  Kai barked hoarsely in what might have been a disbelieving laugh.  Gerry was still.<br/><br/><em>"This may be a silly suggestion, but perhaps trying to talk to this seeker and occupy him... or her... so that it can't excert as much effort on plowing us into the Ross Ice Shelf... overload him with text for a change and he may actually be interested enough to talk instead of sending viruses into your software."</em><br/><br/>"We've been talking to it, or trying to, for nearly two weeks now," Czar said, some of the patience gone from her voice.  "At first, we didn't realize we were talking with something not human.  It used a lot of misdirection, so we were never quite sure if we were communicating, but now it's clear.  The<em>why</em>of it less so, however.  There's another discussion going on about it in the CIC."  She sent a dispassionate wave towards the door she had entered though, and then folded her arms across her chest.  Having accomplished this with no difficulty despite the bulky suit, she must be very skinny.<br/><br/>It was at this point that Zoey spoke up.  Czar's gunmetal grey eyes shifted to where she hunkered on the trembling deck, their corners at first wrinkled in concern, then narrowing in thought.<br/><br/>"The first nonhuman aggression was roughly two weeks ago, when the Derelict appeared and collided with the International Space Station.  CERN is not a part of ARCTICA, and the LHC was activated long after it would have been relevant besides.  However..."  Czar paused, tapping the tip of one of her glove's fingers against her lower lip.  "...we may be able to use<em>that</em>now."<br/><br/><em>"Are the monitors we passed back there an extension of the MONA system, or are they completely separate?  Because this Seeker flashed a message up on one of them as we walked by.  </em>I will show you fear in a handful of dust,<em> to be exact."</em><br/><br/>Bekah's words pulled Czar from her thoughts, eyes flickering from the rubberized deck to the young woman's face.  When she spoke, some of the excitement from earlier reentered her speech.  "Poetry, now.  Yes, that makes sense."  She laughed suddenly, a brief yet sincere sound.  She held her hand out, palm up, and slowly made a hollow fist.  "Elliot,<em>The Wasteland</em>, one of my favorites.  I always liked to imagine he was referring to a 'handful of TICA'."<br/><br/>Gerry's visor turned to stare at Czar; it was the most he had moved since she had appeared.  She returned with a look of her own, her mouth inverting into a slight frown.  It wasn't directed at Gerry, but rather was an introspective expression, like the face of a woman struggling to remember something.<br/><br/>After a brief moment, she shook her head and looked back at Bekah.  "One of the ploys your Seeker has been using is poetry and art in general.  Using it to cover its tracks, communicating through it.  Simply reading it for fun at times, we believe.  I haven't seen Elliot yet, but Major Llewellyn just showed me a piece from Aiken, so it follows."  Czar gestured at Bekah's MONA.  "As for those bricks, your MONA are their own isolated system.  The<em>Aegis</em>'s systems have been compromised; you seeing that excerpt is all the more evidence of this, but it also helps us track down the damage the Seeker has done.  Thank you."<br/><br/>Czar clasped her hands in front of her chest like a mother looking at her children before their first day of school.  "Now, quickly, was there anything else?  Any other messages, communications, or anything else unusual?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Czar spoke with you and your colleagues, the situation in the Holding Area was growing tense.  One of the people Gerry thought of as "cons", a burly and broad shouldered man with a protruding chin, had stepped up to the frontmost Peacekeeper and was now shouting full force into his face.  Spittle flew, dotting his visor.  Some of the other cons were nodding or speaking.  A few stepped in behind him.  Fitzsimmons and Taylor were in the back, and observed with cool eyes.  The Peacekeepers did not move.<br/><br/>The shouting man lifted a finger and began stabbing the air in front of the Peacekeepers, stopping just centimeters short of jabbing them in the visor.  A woman placed her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off.  Another woman stepped forward next to him and added her voice to his.