Delila mentally scowled as her images were so rudely dispersed. The machine again tried to turn her memories against her once again but the Navigator turned them aside. She had dwelled on them long enough to know truth from illusion.<br/><br/>The spirit seemed much larger than the images she conjured. Fine then, she'd need a larger, more dangerous image. The navigator's cloak rolled itself up into a little ball and then explodeded outward! The reeking swaps of the Deathworld Nosfen IV erupted into the space.<br/><br/><em>Hunted. Chased. Alone. The others rejected you. Said you had no luck to give. Said you would only slow them down. Disease and beasts await you with hungry eyes and grasping claws...</em><br/><br/>((OOC: 32/60 (total) Willpower (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27211). Jesus, I'm on a roll! ATTAAAACK! ))