She observed the new strains with interest her own moral standings aside it was impressive that the Infestors had figured out a way to keep their targets from acting like Zerg.
Taking a moment to regain her bearings after being given her consciousness back. Her eyes refocused on the evolution master.
“I like what I see, Infestors are an important part of the Swarm especially in place were we face resistance and the creatures are too hostile even for us at first.”
He did little but watch. She knew he would comply with anything she decided. That was his purpose. As she would decree which strain to integrate, and which to dispose of, he would do so. It was not his place to decide against such an act.
“Infestor; covert operations specialist. Powerful toolbox for Swarm. Allows for unexpected attack vectors. Hampers movement. Turns enemy against self. Dominator Strain well-suited to long-term application across worlds. May allow for subjugation of governments, and subsequent acquisition of resources. Psionics apply.”
Abathur turned to his left, a single hand waving towards the other creature he had prepared.
“Ancillary Strain expands upon combat-readiness. Able to devour Terran and potentially Protoss warriors. Delivers friendly bodies where Swarm designates. Can regurgitate multiple creatures as large as Hydralisk and Roach. Loses storage space for Infested Terrans. Must be refilled on battlefield. Allows assured delivery underground.”
Now, he simply waited for his Queen to make her decision.