'Vishumee wished to speak; to declare the fallibility of the words pouring from the Dem-- Spartan's mouth.  But 'Vadumee had not bid him to do so, so he kept his mandibles clamped tight.  However, 'Vadumee seemed to echo 'Vishumee's opinions, alhough saying that both 'Vadumee and 'Vishumee are aligned with the general Sangheili beliefs would be more truthful.  The elder of the two began.<br/><br/>Looking at Lord Hood, 'Vadumee's voice cracked with a bare hint of increduility.  "Hood, these Spartans are much less discplined that the others I have met before," he said slowly.  "And nowhere near as intelligent."  The last part carried an accusatory tone.<br/><br/>Lord Hood looked uncomfortable.  "Beside the point," it said.  "092, you are correct, but 'Vadumee is correct.  We must act in the short term or we won't have a long term to plan for.  I suggest you and the rest of your squad stay silent for the rest of this meeting," it said in an embarrassed, almost reprimanding voice.  "This is<em>not</em>the time."<br/><br/>It looked like it might have said more, but the intelligence again cut him off.  "Lord Hood, the Covenant ships are clean.  We're trying to figure out why they travelled here as we speak."  Remus' avatar turned slightly, now looking at 'Vadumee.  "Although we should let these matters stay within their respective races, correct?"<br/><br/>"Correct," it said back, hands clasped behind its back and ridges, wrinkles, forming on its forehead.  "Now, about these strike teams..."<br/><br/>'Vadumee grunted in acknowledgement.  "If it comforts you, Human, the decision was not entirely mine.  I supported it, yes, but it was ultimately up to the Council."  He gave what appeared to be a sigh, though his mandibles barely moved.  "The team's are composed of several ships, each with specialized training adapted specifically to combat the Parasite.  Considering your..."  He searched for the right word.  "...weakened state, the Council thought it best to take action in their own hands, lest the Parasite contaminate more worlds, including their own."<br/><br/>Lord Hood frowned even deeper.  Or at least that's what 'Vishumee thought.  It's mouth grew thinner, and the edges seemed to slant downward.  "The survivors?"<br/><br/>'Vadumee replied.  "They will be evacuated.  Quarantined, of course, on specialized ships.  They will be put through rigorous, but harmless, testing and decontamination, and then returned to your space for your own decontamination processes.  The Council was... determined to call off all evacuations; completely sterilize the worlds and eliminate all risk of a carrier escaping.  But myself, and others, insisted that this would push your species beyond the extinction point."<br/><br/>The room sombered quickly.  The extinction point was the population where a species was no longer caoable of fully restoring itself.  No matter the reproduction rate, they would eventually die out and become extinct.  The Human woman, the Colonel, looked regretful.<br/><br/>'Vishumee did his best to hold back a smile.