It was supposed to be another normal day, like any other. As the Nano machines start picking up information about the natives, the operators were to sit back, drank their coffee and relax. In an ordinary day, the A.I runs through the tons of information sent to HQ. It will when translate and organize the information and pack it in a neat report. The only reason for it to disturb the operators when necessary.

Today was not an ordinary day. As the Nano Machines send off the data to HQ, the A.I was flooded with potentially vast amounts of important information all around the planet, from many native metropolitan areas. It starts to translate the text, structure the text and hands it off to it's human supervisors.

Every monitor screen played the audio and video footage of the speech, with text used to translate what they were saying. Shocked and confused on how the natives could have possibly known about their existence and their covert operation, panic started spreading across the entire room, with chaos unravelling further every second, as groups of people would usually do. Simon, seeing it all unfold, takes an urgent call to Melvin.

Melvin had been talking his morning expresso coffee, to get himself energized, in the cafeteria. When he picked up the call, he wasn't expecting Simon to be in a state of urgency.

"Sir, I need you to come quick! The operators are panicking!"

Melvin wanted to ask why, but immediately figured it wasn't the time. As he walked out of the cafeteria, gulping down his hot espresso coffee into his mouth, burning bits of it, he dashed to the Drone Operator room. By the time he had arrived, paranoia was starting to take hold, and madness was taking hold. Melvin and his words as the baseball bat, stuck the heads of disorder. He grabbed a megaphone he uses to gain attention of the operators in situations like this.

"ATTENTION!" he shouted through the megaphone. The mob slipped into near silence. Melvin was took an iced water from the filter, to calm his how mouth down before continuing to speak.

"Now, tell me. What happened?" he asked. Simon, the one who called up Melvin to stop the decent to disorder, spoke up.

"It's the natives sir. The A.I has detected and has been flooding about... well.... us."

"What do you mean us?"

"They appeared to have somehow found out about our existence sir. We just received the info, and more is coming our way."

"Show me. Show me the translated clip." Melvin sat down on one of the chairs, and takes a black headphone to listen to, while Simon loaded the files for his own ears to hear. Melvin, holding onto his chin, listened to the clip twice. He is still, composed on the outside, but in extreme shock inside. He takes off his headphones.

"Continue monitoring the situation. I will take a call to the commander." He gets up starts dialing Commander Marquise. He sighs. "What a day to start listening to." Marquise picks up the call.

"Drone operator Melvin. What is it that you want to inform me?"

"Well sir, the natives busted us."

"Pardon?"

"The natives have somehow discovered that we exist. Our precious plans need serious recalibration. We need to call a meeting so that we can discuss with the other heads of department." Melvin can hear the Commander's annoyance from the other side.

"Alright then. I will arrange a meeting in 3 hours, get a report of the situation ready by then."

...

The well lit room painted white, had a long dark oak table in the middle, with a circular patterns and a black hologram projector in the middle. The multiple black swivel chairs used a hard cushion that it durable for long periods of time. This place was one of the many meeting rooms for everyone to sit while discussing anything important.

Commander Marquise Jackson, General Archer Peterson and Adam Perez, Head scientist John Hamilton and Head Drone Operator Melvin D Rogers were all gathered, and now in a serious discussion. It was not expected to have an emergency meeting be assembled immediately so soon. But the situation regarding the natives forced the commander's hand to do so. Archer Peterson, Adam Perez and Dr. John Hamilton were all a bit confused to why there is meeting so early.

"Gentlemen. I have gathered you all here for an important discussion. Just today, about 3 hours ago, I received a call from Head Drone Operator Melvin here. The natives of Xerox have figured out our existence, and their elite have communicated it to their people." Their jaws dropped a little as he released the info.

Melvin tapped his white earpiece once. On the table, a hologram appeared detailed one of the native king's speech on the balcony, with full translated audio, made using a voice generator, and video. They all stared at it, all in disbelief.

"Any idea of how they got the info? Did you let any native loose?" Marquise asked Melvin.

"No sir. We made sure we neutralized, or deceived any witnesses before conducting our abductions."

"What about those... pointy eared things.."

"XRX-01-02, sir" Dr. John Hamilton corrected.

"Yes... what about them?" Melvin pointed at John when asked that question.

"Sir, species XRX-01-02 have seem to have little to no friendly contact with XRX-01-01. Most are isolated in the thick forests, and the ones who have met each other seem to be hostile to one another."

"I see. Well we need to rework or plans for the future, and we also need to launch an investigation on they gained knowledge in the first place. Any ideas anyone?"

"We could use the Nano-machines. Plant them every where the elite natives reside in." Melvin suggested.

"I though we already covered the metropolitan areas with the Nano machines?"

"The Nano machines cover the general area where most natives live. There haven't been any specific enplanement of Nano machines in the area of the elite, where the rulers hang out."

"I see. Anything else?"

"We could use one of our test subject as a trojan horse." Dr. John Hamilton suggested.

The commander and generals leaned in. "Go on."

Basically, we insert a brain chip that records and sends us data of our spy. We use it to get intel from their perspective, and record the brain reactions to know a bit of how it works. This way, we can record their view on an extremely advanced race, and also how their social structures and culture work and act in given situations."

"Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Yes sir. There is one we captured earlier, when we first arrived on this planet." John started to tap his earpiece. The hologram switched to a blue haired girl.

"This is XRX-01-01-#003. Sex: female. She has been monitored throughout the early days from the U.S.S Meta. We have calculated that she was on her way to a metropolitan area to study quantum psionics. That is until she got attacked by some other natives, which we killed, and then abducted for use for experimentation.

I suspect that they have been expecting her. If we are quick, we can drop her off at the area she is needed to be in. We can help her with memorizing and studying the native art of quantum psionics. Hopefully that would help her get her into more of the top academies of the native civilization."

"What if she doesn't. What if these primitives have some sort of caste or feudal system in place, which when I read the report, looks far likely." Marquise asked.

"Well sir, we could intervene in the selection process. Perform covert operations to make her more favorable. Letters from nobles, implanted memories, and such." Archer proposed.

"Where will we drop her off then? What about her... deceased relative?"

"We can go with the excuse that she was attacked by some bandits, and somehow managed to escape."

It went on for a while. The plan was tweaked multiple times as they all had different ideas they brought to the table. But by the end of the day, an agreement and plan was made. XRX-01-01-#003 would dropped off near a settlement, after getting into the psionic school, she would be 'incentivized' to get close to the elite, to figure the best possible way to plant the Nano machines, to learn of their social structures and culture.

But before the meeting could be officially dismissed, Melvin spoke up of a inconvenient problem that plagued them in the meeting.

"Before we end this meeting I would like to add in one more thing."

"Go on Melvin."

Melvin turns his eyes and head to John.

"Don't you have some kind of easier name for us to use. The scientific name pretty forgettable, and I worry that there might be a bit of confusion. We all should use a codename for her. One that is more... memorable. Along with the native's names."

"I agree with Melvin." said Archer Peterson, while Adam nodded in agreement. Looking at the three, he looked at the commander.

"Melvin's right. We would really love a codename for these things." Marquise responded. Internally he and the other generals were relieved that Melvin came out about it. John sighed.

"Fine."

"Alright! We can do XRX-01-01-#003 for now. Any ideas?"

"What is her name?" Melvin asked, looking at John.

"What?"

"I said what is her name? We can use that instead of coming up with our own, or something similar at least." Melvin repeated.

"Well according to the brain scan, her name is... Heil.... laun... aww?*"

"We can go with Hellie."

"Fine by me." said Marquise. The others nod.

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*Most similar native pronunciation in English.

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