The video that played for thim just made Darion feel even worse about not even being able to do anything.  He couldn’t just leave Neymi her so close to such a large group of people intent on raping each other.  Or more like those blue mer like people raping the scientists and hybrids.  Just watching it all actually made Darion angry, very much so though he just pushed it down to a boiling sea of anger under the surface.  That was especially true when their goz hybrid was thrown into darkness, and they couldn’t see anything beyond that blinking computer.<span style="color: green">“Damnit Neymi, talk to us.”</span>He muttered, highly doubting she would listen.<br/><br/>He was a soldier.  All he could do was use a gun and kill things.  He hadn’t been able to stop her from just running off.  He was blaming himself for that.  She was part of his team and it was his duty to protect her and the others.  The frustration was obvious to any psionics.<span style="color: green">“Damnit.  Forget the dampener.  We would need Neymi to do anything with it anyway.  I think she said there was no guarantee even she could fix it, so forget it for now.  We need to regroup, get her and finish the mission quickly.” </span><br/><br/>Darion just growled a moment to himself as he turned from the hallway.<span style="color: green">“Cypher, cover the hall that neymi ran off to.  Shoot anything that moves that isn’t Neymi.”</span>He ordered before he let his rifle hand on it’s sling and pulled his helmet off before he started to move.  Walking towards Ianthe without hesitation.  His hands up to show no weapon for her to react to as he approached.<span style="color: green">“Toi, go stand with Cyper.  Analyze that video from Neymi.  See if you can find anything we can use to get to her.  Or even an alternate route around that room she went through from the schematics.  We need to get her before anything else, and avoid whatever is causing this attack on both her and Ianthe.  I refuse to lose another team member.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Ianthe, look at me.  You are right, we need to help Naymi.  And we would need your help to do that.  Focus on me.”</span>He said, kneeling down in front of her, actually in range of her blade if she actually went to use it.  He had no choice.  He needed her to calm down.  So he focused on staying calm and focusing on her alone.  Hoping that would help her focus.<span style="color: green">“Come back out of that attack completely.  We all need you back here with us.”</span>He was avoiding touching her unless he absolutely had to.  Touching someone in full panic mode wouldn’t help anyone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>