Esone screwed his eyes shut and groaned, massaging his horned temples with stony fingers.<br/><br/>"Ok, let me get this straight. You're not just some hive-mind super-being from beyond the stars that can warp your drones into overclocked super weapons. You are a hive-mind super-being from beyond the stars that can inhabit all manner of creepy-crawlies and turn them into the embodiment of my worst nightmares. I HATE BUGS, EDDIE DAMN IT! WHY WOULD YOU MAKE YOURSELF ENTIRELY OUT OF THEM!?"<br/><br/>The Lieutenant took a deep, shuddering breath, reaching over his shoulder as if to grab a holstered weapon. As he drew his hand back something began to take shape between his fingers: a shaft of emerald light, nearly three feet long, capped with a heavy square block. The entire thing appeared to be little more than a facsimile of a sledgehammer forged from the same hard-light as an omnitool, only painted an unhealthy green. Esone grasped it firmly with both hands, knuckles popping and whitening as his trembling grasp shifted from one of fear to one of fury. His discordant voice took on an oddly melodious tone as he began to sing, swinging the sledgehammer experimentally.<br/><br/>"'Under the sign of the hammer we live, and here we all may die...' Though if I can help it, I'm gonna squash as many of your damn bugs as I can before they can get me. NOT EVEN THE COCKROACH WILL ESCAPE MY WRATH!"