LeftHandofGod
A feedback signal creates a connection via the tight-beam transmission sent - this something seems to have similar advanced technology despite their looks.
"Holy feedback surge, was that really necessary? Well, since we no longer have any need of the Assembly and the ones who had grudges against you are either dead or cast out, I'd thought we'd have hopes for a cease fire of some sort... turns out you are still xenophobic filth-spewers that remain zealots to chaos."
The psychological barrier of mundane unimportance breaks as the asteroid shell of these somethings begin to heat up and crack. Then the shells shed into a thousand pieces, revealing bright-white layers of an exotic, trans-dimensional metal. On it are brown and yellow markings and the telltale symbol of the Collective, though notably changed from the Dimensional Collective of old.
((I just came back, so until I make better art for these Classes, you're going to get MS-Paint placeholders.))
The Subcore spoke again, quite agitated now.
"Look, I'll have you know that there is a difference between dying out and going into hiding. Us Liquidators, as well as every other zap-damned Class in the Collective have enough problems, with this brutal galaxy faulting the Logical-Class and sparking the Class Clashes. And we KNOW you have debts to pay in this galaxy, so if you don't hunt us down, we won't hunt you down. That is our message, do you understand it!?"