Vailon looked back, his psychically empowered eyes peering out from under his hood, shining with dominating fury hidden beneath his poised appearance. He knew how the orders worked, and sometimes cursed them for it. There were better ways, he believed. Though it would serve him much better to simply keep them in mind, and act accordingly. To be most efficient, one must be able to adapt to any situation. On such thoughts was his philosophy founded, and such thoughts guided his actions.<br/><br/><strong>"Sister, you are here for a reason. It is to point that weapon of yours at Heretics and the forces of Chaos. Not at the sole chance this sector has for crushing this heresy before it gets out of hand." </strong><br/><br/>His bionic arm stretched and clenched uneasily, remembering the feeling of an ordinary arm all too well. It was times like this that Vailon lusted for spook. To contemplate the possibilities and allow his inner psyche to lay out the best possible course for him. Standing up, and moving towards the multitude of datastacks, Vailon finally ordered the sister what to do.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, help Gor. I wish to travel to Devlon as soon as possible. Vox me when the ship is ready." </strong>