The mechanical beings approached with a strange mix of reverence and curiosity. Their forms had shifted dramatically since Kelvin's intervention—what had been aggressive war machines were now sleek, purposeful constructs that moved with something approaching grace. The largest among them, roughly the size of a transport vehicle, positioned itself directly in front of Kelvin while smaller units flanked it on either side.
"Can you understand what they're saying?" Noah asked, keeping his voice low as he watched the delegation arrange itself.
Kelvin nodded slowly, his green eyes still dimmer than usual but functional. The mechanical being at the center began emitting a series of harmonic vibrations, patterns of sound that seemed to bypass normal hearing and resonate directly through Kelvin's enhanced neural interfaces.
"They're... grateful," Kelvin said, his expression showing the strain of translation. "They want to know why we came here. They're asking about our mission."
