<span style="color: green">“Well, I’m not willing to just kill a bunch of people who have done nothing to me if I have any other choice.  But that… thing… I agree with you, that is not a choice I am willing to make.  I will not leave Neymi in it’s clutches.”</span>He agreed.  Once she confirmed that she thought she was alright, Darion moved back again before picking up his helmet to return it to its place on his head.  Making sure the only thing he could hear was through its speakers.  Then he turned and raised his rifle again in the direction they needed to move.  Watching the shadows.<span style="color: green">“I sure as hell wish I had bought a TAC Light the last time we were docked though…”</span><br/><br/>Falling silent immediately upon hearing Neymi’s voice, Darion listened to what she said.  Did Neymi have no clue about what that thing was threatening the team with?!<span style="color: green">“Immediately, no, we aren’t, your scanners are right.  But I believe you are, and you don’t even realize it.”</span>He responded back.  While motioning with his hand for the others to start moving forward.  To get out of the maintenance tunnels and move into the section where neymi was.<span style="color: green">“Has that thing told you the threat, and the deal it wants from me.  Well, here it was… and I quote.. <i>'Kill the others. Kill them, and i'll let you leave. Neymi stays, she and I, one. You can't take her from me!  Kill the survivors in the tech wing. Kill them, or i'll kill you.'</i>"</span><br/><br/>He gave a pause after that.  Letting the girl think about it for a moment.<span style="color: green">“Neymi, may want to let it know I don’t like being threatened.  And I am a marine, I don’t leave people behind.  We are coming for you.  I advise you to think about this and figure out if that thing is really a friend.  Maybe talk with Ianthe and see what that thing has done.  Darion Out.” </span>Darion said as he cut off his comm with Neymi and started to move.<br/><br/>He only froze again to stumble when, suddenly there was that unseen force cracking against the walls.  He immediately fell into a crouch again, weapon aimed out for even the slightest sign of movement.  The growling was getting disconcerting… what were those things waiting on?  Probably for them to wander into a trap.  Well, since he knew the trap was likely to come, they could be ready for it when they sprung it.<span style="color: green">“Either of you machines looking at the building blueprints?  I need a good place to enter from here.  I need to know where to go.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>