<b>[Group 1]</b><br/><br/>Darion listened to both of what they were saying.  Kes he was sure thought that she could handle it, but he knew that everything Neymi was saying was right too.  He didn't want to abandon these two.  But if he didn't to go save Kimmi, he couldn't be sure that they would get there with enough time to actually save her from being turned into a slave.  He was fairly certain she wouldn't want that.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“Right, I’ll leave all but two of my grenades and a few mags.  Then I will try to lure as many of the slimes away from you two as possible, to give you a better fighting chance.”</span>He stated, trying to lesson some of Neymi’s worries.<span style="color: seagreen">“And if that happens, when you do chose to haunt me, please be naked, or in skintight leather.”</span>He would think that would work too.  His feet could carry him pretty fast on a dead sprint, even with full medium armor.  Maybe if he lured some away Neymi would be able to have the AIs trap them in an airlock.<span style="color: seagreen">“And if that happens, when you do chose to haunt me, please be naked, or in skintight leather.”</span><br/><br/>As he was about to let them know his plan for giving them a fighting chance that the pressure began on his mind.  That very creepy, skin crawling feeling.  As soon as he felt it, all his plans went out the window.<span style="color: seagreen">“Damnit, the Psychic is in range!”</span>he agreed, knowing now that it was in range he would never be able to get far enough away in Kimmi’s direction to not be taken down by the thing.  Guilt also touched his mind at that instant before he crushed it.  Guilt at allowing the call to shoot the ship.  He was certain that that was why the pair had been caught.<span style="color: seagreen">“Damnit!  Fall back to the hanger, funnel the slimes through the door if possible.  I don’t get to be a big god damned hero today.”</span><br/><br/>Darion began doing exactly what he said, falling back towards the hatch through which they had entered.  They needed some sort of funnel, or they would be swarmed.  This mission really was going to hell.  It was FUBAR as soon as the psychic had decided to come out of hiding.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>