Even at our most gentle, said the other, it’s too much for their frail forms.

Unfortunate. Perhaps… do you sense that? The pair of narrow heads turned skyward in unison. Energy surges across multiple spectra: Electrical, combustion, synaptic.

Yes; the pattern is clear. Protocol demands a preemptive strike when hostile spectra are confirmed.

The one gazed at the soft forms scattered by the tin machine. These were a diversion? Executed poorly, if so.

Its companion focused on the first form. No… Ah. A faint connection back the way they came. A way to see the condition of their people from a distance.

Crude but effective, replied the one. Now that is interesting. The mind observing the connection is strong compared to these others.

The time is past. Protocol—

Let’s not be hasty. Time yet before these clumsy beings pose any real threat. The one projected with the gentlest touch. Greetings, one called Benjamin Rast. We come in peace. I would advise against any rash action.