Delila can hear nothing.  In this weird, disembodied state, she feels like she has no voice.  But as she wills herself towards Thraxius she finds herself looking into an image.   The interior of a Dreadclaw, like this one, but much more used, in imperial military colors.  It is full of a squad of convict soldiers.<br/><br/>Delila looks closer, and realizes that the image is... wrong in many details, and fuzzy in spots, the only clear part of the image is the man seemingly central to the image, a rough looking brown skinned man.<br/><br/>Then another wave of images floats past Delila's eyes, and seems to focus on the man inside the image.  Suddenly the image focuses, and all of the other soldiers take on definition, though the Dreadclaw's interior still seems somewhat... unfocused.<em>Memories</em>Delila realizes suddenly.<em>The machine is somehow drawing upon his memories.</em><br/><br/>Delila senses another focus, another point of view.  Something or someone else is watching the scene.  Even as she senses this, she spots a point of light hovering nearby.  As tiny as the speck of light is, Delila senses it is a portal.<br/><br/><em>Delilah can make either a Willpower check to enter the light, or the scene. Or a logic test to determine the best course of action... though that will eat up some time.</em><br/><br/>Thraxius, meanwhile, is still dimly aware the the scene he is living out is not real... but it FEEL's real.  It almost seems like something he remembers from the past... though he's never been in a drop pod before... still as he looks around, he thinks about a gang that he fought with... a band of conscripted soldiers... the day he lost his arm.<br/><br/>Sarah's voice finishes the count down.  "2, 1... touch down.  Go, go, go!". The doors spring open, the buckles release, and everyone surges forward.  For a moment, caught up in the press, Thraxius is carried along... and he finds himself in the darkened ally.  The sounds of screams and gunfire mixed ahead as his team moves quickly down the alley. The dropship is gone... ahead lies danger...<br/><br/>Several of his buddies look like they are going to go AWOL... he remembers they came back later, sheepish, but alive, to his med chamber, where he was on life support.  No one else survived the coming battle.  Thraxius suddenly realized he has a choice.  Max, leader of that group, was a friend.  He holds the door of a side building open, invitingly, as the rest of the squad rushes down the alley to their death.<br/><br/><em>Thraxius can follow his squad, or follow Max to safety... or make another willpower test at -20 to end the scenario early</em><br/>