Her eyes snapped to the image of the machine, soft growl building in her chest. "I would see the last moments of the friend I lost."<br/><br/>Ix hadn't even finished her vocalization before the scene had shifted, leaving a dizzy, sickly sensation in her stomachs. The hotel room, with all it's comforts had been replaced by a crude shanty cobbled together from decaying habitation module pieces. Cold wind flowed in through the chinks, carrying the stink of the megafactories that loomed over the small xeno-ghetto. Huddled in one corner was a quadrupedal alien, the dark interior making it hard to distinguish from the detritus that littered the floor. Ix moved closer to it, squatting down to the same level. "nok' Tul," the name was barely a sound.<br/><br/>As if responding to Ix eye stalks popped up, but they stared out toward the crude doorway. A soft, undulating low pitched sound reached timidly out into the gloom.<br/><br/>"Are you there friend?" Her eyes flashed violent rainbows as Enigma's avatar translated the words.<br/><br/>"No, no... nok'Tul is a Tehgri, they have very strong psychic perception. It's not possible for him to believe it's me out there." Ix snapped off each word, practically hissing, eyes moving from her fellow alien to the door. A figure resolved out of the darkness, there was no mistaking it for the four-armed alien. nok'Tul was not even able to get to his feet before the killer moved forward, yanking the alien to his feet by an eye stalk. The movement was deliberate, meticulous. Mistaking this as something unplanned was not possible. Ix didn't move, simply watched the memory unfold, eyes turned to black pits devoid of all color.<br/><br/>The killer pulled out a knife, the unusual blade had a wide flat tip, a shape all too familiar. With brutal efficiency nok'Tul was hacked a part, the movement of the blade flinging strings of dark ichor across the walls of the hovel. The frantic struggles of the victim ceased after the first few strikes and the ordeal was over in a few moments, though those moments were painfully long for the onlookers. When it was over the dark form of Weskia looked down, as if suddenly realizing he still held the now detached eye stalk. He tossed it away, leaving it to fall among the gore and debris on the floor.<br/><br/>"Enough." The word was a like a stone shattering the uncomfortable silence that had fallen. Again the scene froze, a stillness that seemed so unnatural for its eerie life-likeness. Ix stood, facing the machine once more. "I was in Caldur Hub lockup. I was there because someone reported that I was acting suspicious, and being a human colony that took me in without a second thought." She paused, a tremor crawling up one side of her face. "It was him wasn't it? He reported me, made sure I was out of the way."