<span style="color: green">“If you can, turn them to our side.  If that can’t be done, then yes, break them so they can’t be used against us.”</span>Darion responded to Toi’s question as he stood there in the hallway around the corner from the turrets.  Waiting, watching and listening.  It was only a matter of time before the things they left behind got through the door, and came after them.  Or, knowing his luck, some other beastie would catch up to them.<span style="color: green">“Work as fast as you can Toi.”</span><br/><br/>…………………<br/><br/>The psionic scan only brought back some of the most basic information, and the sense of new minds other than the ones she knew were still in the labs.  Their emotions, so wary and ready to fight.  Probably rogue guards or mercs they hired to bring this place under control.  To put things like her back in their cages.  That couldn’t be allowed, and the simple thought cause a very reptilian hiss hiss to escape from the ‘experiment’s throat.  She would not be put back in a cell to be poked and prodded.  To be experimented on.<br/><br/>That hiss was immediately silenced at the sound of footsteps and the sight of someone entering the room.  Both made the creature in the dark freeze before slinking back into a corner.  Why couldn’t it sense the thing that was now poking around at one of the power ports and consoles.  Would this effiminent catboy see her?!  And why couldn’t the experiment sense the thing?  Was it just that powerful that it could block so well, or was it not even alive?<br/><br/>It didn’t really matter.  Would it be able to sneak past him and find another place to hide… or would the turrets cut her down if she showed herself.  ‘Shit’ is all she thought as she stayed silent hiding in the corner, in the shadows.  Trying to find a way to get out and find somewhere else to hide.  Or maybe see if the experiment could get to whatever ship these new people used if they really weren’t guards.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>