Brank
With the bloodcult ship "running" away, the LC vessel goes into what can only be described as...
serious mode.
A warning shot buzzes past mere meters from the cult beast...
//Transmission Start//
"Do not attempt to escape, you are under orders from us to identify yourselves.
Do so now, and you will be spared"
//Transmission End//
BUT WAIT!
A psionic signature!
...could this be in their minds?
A strange song fills the beast's mind as it instinctually attempts to read the collective's crew minds...
what could it be?
As the beast realises what is happening to it, it makes them recoil in a psionic facepalm induced pain.