Monitoring Pluma, resources, looking for references for the area. Hashmal ran through all it knew, and all it needed to do. It needed to hunt, to kill... That was what it needed to do. No matter what, it had to complete this task, and it had the means now. This was good.

It found the area references, though it didn't seem to be quite the same as what it knew. No matter; it could re-map, it had data from the Pluma. It could find its prey, no matter what tried to stop it.

When innocence died screaming...

Hashmal was pleased.