<b>[Group 1]</b><br/><br/><b>[Initiative roll: 13]</b><br/><br/>When the slimes can into view, not a second was wasted by the hybrid goz/human, her combat drones already having moved to intercept them. Neymi didn't look at whatever Kes was doing in all of her gung-ho bravado, and instead guided her floating sentries to the closest surviving slime. Not waiting on the order of to fire from Darion, the one with the hamster mark on it approached the first slime into melee range.<i>"No visual receptors detected, opening fire on main body. *squeek*"</i>The machine chirped as it's shotgun slid out of it's chassis. A loud crack ringing in the air as the snub-nosed barrel spit out a rain of hot metal shrapnel in a cone. The merciless machine fired a second round, but the casing from the previous shot had failed to clear the barrel properly, resulting in rather ineffectual shot.<br/><br/>Neymi's second military drone flew up, assuming a higher vantage point. Surveying the battle field, it picked the next target, the slime the other drone had fired on if it was still alive, or the slime closest to Neymi if the shotgun sentry had effectively dealt with the last one. It's weapon was of a sleeker design that the bulky shotgun integrated in the other's chassis. This drone wasn't programmed with any remarks, and the assault rifle just made a sort of whiny sound before it unleashed a storm of bullets. Casings dropping from the air like rain as the rattling noise of it's fire lined up with the encroaching slimes.<br/><br/>Neymi, for her part, just kept away from the slimes, trying to keep the other Goz and the human between her foes as she scrambled behind the makeshift cover the crates provided. She had no intentions of getting even close to unpleasant smelling oozes, besides, she wasn't even sure if she could lay a scratch on them. Huddling in cover, she instead focused on a mind that proven vulnerable to her powers. It was still difficult to grasp for her, the strange mind shifting like, well, ooze, making it hard for her to get a hold onto it. But Neymi wasn't some young fool toying with powers she couldn't understand, she had as much, if not more, psionic power than your average Collective camarian. Taking the anger, hatred and pain inside her, she forged it into the visualization of a lance, sending it towards the slippery mind with an inhuman growl while her expression twisted into a cruel grimace. Showing no mercy, that initial attack wasn't enough for the hybrid. Her instincts telling her to move in for the kill as she fed more physic power into her attack, the lance becoming a thousand mental needles trying to escape from inside the Kryslin's head.<br/><br/><b>["Boo" Supressor drone: action 1: move, action 2: fire (to-hit 19+5 acc = 24. Dmg: 5D4=12) action 3: fire (to hit 3+5=8 acc (damage to be rolled on hit confirmation)) 4/6]<br/>
["Minsc" Tornado drone: action 1: move, action 2: fire  (to hit 8+5 acc = 13) action 3: fire (to hit 15+5. Dmg:2D8=8) 19/38]<br/>
[Neymi: action 1: move, action 2: mind assault (19+9= 27), action 3 (15+9= 24)]</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>