Well, that would explain how someplace that had these kinds of defenses was overrun and lost control of whatever was here.  At least by what Neymi was saying and pulling from the systems.  Of course, the sound of the names that she was pulling of the experiments did not sound promising.  The question though was, with Neymi’s accent… did she mean Siren, or was Ziren correct.  Darion would assume Siren.  And he remembered the stories of something with that name.  Luring sailors to their death with a beautiful song...<br/><br/>He tried not to focus on that as he heard the humming.  Instead on what she was saying as means to get through the base.<span style="color: green">“Skyway would make too much noise to breach and would draw whatever is in that section to us.  We should go through the maintenance access.  We can control the doors and move section by section and seal the doors behind us.  It may take longer… but is most secure path.  Whatever hostiles are in here are more likely to use the walkways.  I agree, we should head to the weapons R&amp;D.”</span><br/><br/>He didn’t say anything as they began talking about dirty jokes, and Kes.  Yeah, he missed her too.  She may have had a dirtier mind than even him, but she was fun, and actually was a soldier that he could be around and talk with on even ground.  Plus she had the most defenses against heavy fire with her heavy armor.  As well as dealing the most punishment with her heavy machine-gun.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“So, where is the entrance to the…”</span>he began before he froze upon hearing the scream that interrupted the humming.  That followed soon after by silence then the melody started up again.  With more voices in a much louder tone.  It rang in his ears soon followed by seeming to flood his mind.  He couldn’t really think past a few moments.  His movements down the hall with the group slowed… then stopped.  His rifle soon lowered, to his side.  The grip never left his hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“That… yeah... lets head towards the Tech wing... someone may need help.”</span>He said, his thoughts becoming rather simple, no longer thinking about the mission.  Only thinking of getting to that beautiful voice.  Darion started walking, pushing past the others towards the Tech Wing.  He never dropped his rifle even though it was obvious he hadn't felt the tugging at his mind before it had a hold of him.  Soon he raised it again to his other hand and moved normally again.  Heading towards the tech wing, no matter what the others said.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>