Jason's plasma pistol slammed into the outer casing of the egg, and even the mighty atomic energies unleashed by the weapon didn't seem to do anything to the behemoth other than place some hairline cracks in the shell.  Just before hitting, the plasma bolts slowed down, and seemed to get partially dissolved in by the nanovirus.  A tiny, scarab-like machine crawled out of one of the cracks, and obediently pulled the cracks together, mending them with an odd green putty before skittering off across the hull of the machine, getting back into its guts.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">"YOUR ACTIONS ARE POORLY CONSIDERED.  INTERFACE_UNIT_113 IS REINFORCED BEYOND THE CAPABILITIES OF ANY CONVENTIONAL ASSAULT.  DO NOT STRIKE INTERFACE_UNIT_113.  YOU WILL FAIL.  PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPON AND SURRENDER BEFORE THE COUNTER-INTRUSION DEFENSES OF INTERFACE_UNIT_113 INCINERATE YOU FOR YOUR SAFETY. "</tt>The machine warned, while a vane-like protrusion extended from the top of the machine, peppering Harlock with low intensity las-blasts.  Meanwhile, the machine's bolters opened up on the Ratings infiltrating the chamber, killing five of them in a single barrage, while Inquisitor Durke cursed and led another charge.<br/><br/>(four laser blasts incoming on Harlock, dealing 8, 13, 13, and 10 damage respectively, penetration 0.)<br/><br/>Down in the entrance section, four tiny, bulbous two foot tall demons chattered forth, jumping out of the closet and getting ready to savage Baromir and Arkhah with their plague covered fangs.  Absurdly, the demons had servitor cybernetics wired into them, complete with red laser sights connected to their heads, letting Baromir know that three of them were staring directly at his crotch.  The fourth was looking up at Arkhah's jaw.