Darius crouched at a distance. He was torn by conflict. The Agent should be followed but Darius had no way to communicate his findings to others should he be forced into a new dimension. He briefly wondered if Ilun was capable of such silent information transmission. The thought was pushed from his mind as the Agent approached the scene.
His sensors could determine that a large hole was nearby but little else could be made of it. Stripped of much of his previous data, the Drone found himself in a tight spot. He spoke as softly as possible in Dronic flourished with too many words.
"Ilun. I can not approach further without being detected. The Agent appears to be alone. He has not drawn Others to him yet. These creatures posses dangerous technology. They can manipulate minds. They can drive organic creatures insane. Approach with extreme caution until their abilities have been determined. We will wait. He may or may not summon"
And then -
"Are you able to receive and send data transmissions?"
The Drone wasn't accustomed to Aegis or the Cthulhu (the true mythos) of his current dimension. His limited knowledge came from the warped insanity that plagued his place of origin. His assumptions were based on that experience. His Vafflehelm was plagued by Shoggoth and other dreadful things. Very little life or hope remained there for any faction.