The scientist in her can't help but be fascinated by this information. There were plenty of symbiont species on the colonies, but none of human-level (or greater) intelligence. "How does that relationship work, if you don't mind me asking? Are you okay here by yourself, or is your Shontine friend with you somewhere?"
She shakes her head. No apology necessary. "It's fine, it's..." She laughs, but it's not very happy. "There are all kind of horrible weapons out there, it's probably enough to know that it kills whatever in its path and leave it at that."
Obtaining Death weapons of her own is just about the last thing on her mind. Someone in her Fleet's military would likely consider it -- they weren't above biological warfare when it was a possibility -- but Adia holds out hope that her own war can end without repeating the seemingly endless cycle of violence.
"They're a little stronger than us, too, but that doesn't matter much. We do most of our fighting between ships." She twists again at her bag's strip. "They aren't... they don't all hate us, not the way your enemy does. But that's not much benefit to us now."
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She shakes her head. No apology necessary. "It's fine, it's..." She laughs, but it's not very happy. "There are all kind of horrible weapons out there, it's probably enough to know that it kills whatever in its path and leave it at that."
Obtaining Death weapons of her own is just about the last thing on her mind. Someone in her Fleet's military would likely consider it -- they weren't above biological warfare when it was a possibility -- but Adia holds out hope that her own war can end without repeating the seemingly endless cycle of violence.
"They're a little stronger than us, too, but that doesn't matter much. We do most of our fighting between ships." She twists again at her bag's strip. "They aren't... they don't all hate us, not the way your enemy does. But that's not much benefit to us now."