Darion froze in his steps when he heard Ianthe’s voice ringing in his head alongside the beautiful humming.  Neymi was in trouble?  Yes, she was an ally, he needed to stay with her and the others.  Then they could move together towards the tech wing.  Hopefully whoever had been screaming was still alive by that time.  With a growl, Darion turned and marched back over to the group.  Bending down to pick up and put on his helmet in the process of moving over to the rest of the group.  Heading straight towards Neymi.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“You stupid piece of shit, you are not helping her.  You are just making the situation worse by even touching her. Let her go and back off so the drones don’t shoot you. And don’t you dare shoot either Cypher or I will see how durable your chassis is against a pulse rifle.”</span>He growled out at both of them, but dropped his rifle so it hung over his front from the sling attached to it.  Keeping the weapon away from his hands so that he didn’t appear as a threat against her.  To keep the drones from shooting him.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Neymi.  Noone is going to take you back.  I would shoot anyone who tried.  You are part of my crew.  So calm down.  The machine is just an idiot, so it is not likely he is trying to take you back to where you were before us.”</span><br/><br/>(Roll to try breaking from the Siren song.<b>Mental Resistance:</b>1d20 = 1(roll) + 6 = 7)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>