Darius listened to the mad sorcerer's ravings over the vox with stunned horror.  He had suspected something was off... but this?  This was beyond his wildest imaginings!<br/><br/>Only a thin sheet of tempered steel lay between him and whatever was about to happen in the Security Corridor ahead... but even 2 inches of steel was a lot more than nothing.  Darius dropped his power fist away from the top of the gun slit he had been about to finish, and used his communicator once more.  "Rogue Trader Cortez?  Um... Darius here.  Er... should I... um... give fire support, or... er... not?"  Something inside was telling him that he didn't really want to see what was going on inside the room he was now so close to penetrating.