To solve infestation: Margulis, from your winter ashes, there has sprung a field of flowers. Conceived by me, germinated for deadly purpose. You used to dream of old Earth, didn't you? Bathed in gold and solemn blue. I intend to reclaim it now, from the spores and the ruin. It came to me like a proverb: fight poison with poison. Cure this sick horde with the greatest of plagues. I will call her... Saryn. To watch the Corpus: Lust was my sin. But greed is the blight that weakens our steel. These industrialists gorged on the harvest of our long war. Their mind drones; Their mechanizations, toil in foundries remote. For what purpose? We must set watch upon them. Baiting our snares with the worms of profit. Those kneeling at the altar of commerce will be returned.. to the Void. For your consideration... Vauban. [spoiler]Credit to digital extremes[/spoiler]