"<span style="font-weight: bold">BISMARK CREWMEN!</span>" Tyla's voice reaches the Starfleet crew before they can even leave the room, anger in her tone. "<span style="font-weight: bold">WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?!?</span>" She walks towards the main computer, and displays a schematic of the weaponry carried by the average Dark Eldar. Along with a detailed description of what it'll do to you.<br/><br/>Suffice to say, the Dark Eldar has enough weaponry to bring down even Tyla, in excruciating agony. And keep her alive to be taken back to Comoggoragh's slave camps...<br/><br/>"What part of '<span style="font-weight: bold">STICK TOGETHER</span>' do you fail to understand?" When they turn, she points at the schematic. "If you leave this room before we are ALL ready,<span style="font-weight: bold">YOU. WILL. DIE.</span>In more pain than you ever knew possible. Dragoon is merely going to get hardware. You will wait here until he returns."<br/><br/>She takes a deep breath, then glares at them. "The next person who moves for that door before everyone is ready will leave this room only in my stomach. Do I make myself clear?"