<b>[Group 1]</b><br/>The two AIs managed to push the already railed-up Neymi past boiling point. As she actually stopped her mad retreat to shout through her comms and no machine mind in particular.<span style="color: blue"> "Now listen here, you zcrap for guts, and listen cl-..closely?"</span>Whatever tirade Neymi would have unleashed on the AIs was indefinitely postponed when the strange notion of stripping and surrendering entered her skull. The suggestion was so against her nature, against her personality, that it redirected all of Neymi anger to it's origin. It wanted her to surrender herself to a fate she'd sworn never to return to without even as much as a hint of struggle from her? She was going to make it BLEED for all it's done, ever thought about doing, and ever might have done if it just didn't piss off the hybrid off so much one could cook on her burning rage.<br/><br/>Clenching her fists, she activated all five of the grenade drones on her belt. The machines detached from the belt, and due to the lack of hostiles in sight, spiraled harmlessly around the hybrid Goz/human. Neymi growled lowly, balling up all that anger into cold focus. A moment before she had been terrified of the Kryslin psychic. Now, the psionicly-gifted hybrid intended to fully teach the space calamari a big big lesson in the true meaning of regret and fear.<br/><br/><b>[Psionic skill: Psi blast. Roll(16) + Psi skill(9) = 25 ]</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>