There had been a long period of silence from Neymi's end. The repeated messages in her direction failing to get a response from the hybrid. Yet everyone was too occupied with their own problems to pay Neymi's absence any heed. Perhaps that was why when Neymi finally was heard of again that her intervention was so surprising. One can only wonder what happened to her when her voice was heard once more, stronger and more confident than ever, a shining sword of conviction with no room for doubt, a confidence that made her sound almost like a different person.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"At last!"</span>Her voice came from her drone, flanking Darion as he stood before the guardsman and the grey he was protecting.<span style="color: blue">"Lower that weapon now, human, I don't care if it's capable of disintegrating zomething down to even the atomic level. I'm fairly certain it's design iz experimental, and it doesn't have enough battery power to take down everything in the facility. You recognize my voice, right? Then you know you zhould be afraid, but I'll give you a few more reasons to be afraid. EVERY critter in this facility will listen to me, and I zhut the psi disruptor down. If I tell them to all charge to here, and turn your little turret cannons against you, do you think you could get away? Don't even dare doubt it,<b> I am in control!</b> So lower that toy shooter of yours before I grow annoyed!"</span><br/><br/><b>Persona roll 6 vs persona score 18, 12 'hits'</b><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Now, as much as I want everyone who worked for this place dead, I will zpare your lives if you work with me. I need a voice and DNA zubmission from one of the Senior Lab Workers or zomeone of Security Chief or higher. Give those to me, I don't care if it comes from you or one of the corpses lying around, and give it to Darion, he'll zend the data through to me."</span><br/><br/>A private message reached Darion shortly after.<span style="color: blue">"Reached tech lab. Get what I want from these two no matter what."</span><br/><br/>------------------------------<br/><br/>After her show at Darion and the survivors, Neymi next made her presence known to the group tangling together lustfully in the service area. Her voice rang out from Toi's communicator, more gentle and a lot less terrifying than it had been a moment before.<span style="color: blue">"Toi."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"I don't have any visual on your situation, nor my bot to act as my voice and eyes, zo zend me what you zee and turn up your communicator audio level so that everyone else there can hear me."</span>Regardless of wether  Toi followed Neymi's order or not, she soon spoke out with a firm, raised voice.<span style="color: blue"> "Issirah Jackson, camarian zlash human hybrid. I read your experiment log. as much fun as you have making my teammate's vitals go off the charts, I zuggest you ztop that and listen carefully. I am Neymi Four, and I can assure you my teammates won't hurt you unless you do zometing ztupid. We're not the people who made this place. In fact, my companion here with would love to turn anyone else associated with this thing in a mental and physically broken wreck, like zhe did to all the other researchers here. Zo get the ztick out of rear and help out my team, and I will help you find your team again. Now, Ianthe, Toi, clear your heads and get into gear, especially you Toi, you're ztrong enough to carry everyone on your zhoulders. Cleaner initiative countdown is down to less than forty-five minutes!"</span><br/><br/>A far more private message arrived a few moments later, directed to Toi only.<span style="color: blue">"I need you, Toi, after the mission, please hurry."</span><br/><br/>------------------------<br/><br/>Done with tugging on her team's leash, Neymi let out a sigh, lowering her arm. Would they really be alright without her? She can't exactly babysit them every step of the way. She turned a meek smile to her companion.<span style="color: blue"> "Alright, that done..."</span>She gave her companion a quick, comforting hug before tugging her attention to the console before her, opening the doors to the tech lab.<span style="color: blue">"We'll get that thing you want zoon, but lets go and grab all the data from here along with whatever other goodies we can carry. We don't exactly have a lot of time to fool around, but once we're away from this place..." </span>Another smile played on Neymi's lips.<span style="color: blue"> "...then everything will turn out alright."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>