Darion couldn’t resist the light chuckle when Ianthe mentioned that her job was to disappear.<span style="color: green">“Well, not sure how many throats you will be able to slit with what you are saying are here… but just use your best judgment and stay close enough that we can reach you if you need help.”</span>He stated, though her other words were heard concerning Toi, but since they were starting a mission.  None of it mattered.  He was focused on at least getting them all through the mission alive and not removed from the crew because of some mistake like Kimi had been.  He wasn’t blocking his thoughts at all concerning that.<br/><br/>As soon as the airlock opened, Dariom moved out with the rest of them.  Taking up a guard position around the others.  When the hanger opened, Darion moved in front of the others and aimed his rifle into the dark opening.<span style="color: green">“I’ll take point for now.  If anyone sees something Neymi can use, we move towards it.”</span>Darion said, his mind as focused as a human mind could be on the mission.  And, especially, on their surroundings.  Listening for anything that would be a threat.  He wouldn’t lose any more of his crew, no matter how much he hated at least one of them.<br/><br/>As soon as he moved inside his eyes fell on the blood and signs of battle… he immediately followed all signs with his eyes, until he turned and noticed the impact marks of weapons fire on the door they just entered.  It wasn’t hard to see all the battle marks had come from the now inactive sentry guns.  He went from those as he moved, following the burn marks to see the blood.  And the lack of bodies.  Immediately a chill ran down Darion’s spine.  To the psychics, they would hear his very clear thought of<span style="color: green"><i>‘I have a bad feeling about this.’</i></span><br/><br/>He didn’t say anything out loud as he turned again to look down the long thin hallway.  His rifle aimed down it as he watched for anything that would be a threat.  His thoughts going to the very obvious lack of any bodies.  He was not going to say anything about his misgivings as to this mission.  The last thing he wanted was to throw them off with these many signs of a heavy firefight.  His next thoughts were on the tactical options… and the very bad situation of the three branching halls.<span style="color: green">“Neymi, I see a security station.  We are going to it now.  I want you to get into it, then tell me what you would be able to get from it.  I need to know what we can do.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>