In a small room a holocron light flickered bringing to life an AI; Sentinel: MIL AI-8253. A flicker of light ran through the AI and its three centrifugal booms made a sort of "facial gesture."
He turned toward Colonel Ackerson and muttered, "Ego constituo hostis."
Ackerson frowned, obviously confused at the statement
Sentinel's booms spun slowly, as if computing, and had an output, "I have found a hostile; location: 52,000 miles from current location. Planet Type: 30% H2O combination, similar to Earth in construction. Large radar array, suspect large Rebel base, combat capable; triangulation of our location, imminent. Categorized as Type 5 Threat."
Ackerson frowned, "Wanna try to beat the around the bush?"
The booms of the AI moved towards the front, gesturing a frown. "Non sequitur, best option is to attack the base, remove the threat of the rebels. Recommended method; STARS to monitor and send SPARTANS."
The creases on Ackerson's forehead thickened, he nodded his head, and contacted the nearest ship with SPARTANS: the Andraste.