"It's not a Standard," Explained the Navigator "Not really. It's a demon made real. It has it's own will and goals. Goals that include us. Mortal weapons cannot harm it and if the demon gets a chance it will flee to the warp and return to oppose us. The only way to midigate the damage it could cause is to keep it with us until we find the Demon's flaw."<br/><br/>Delila sighed painfully, her low voice muffled by her helmet as her eyes focused on Cortex. "Captain, do you trust me?" Delila asked tentitavly. Then she remembered who she was talking to.<br/><br/>"Right. Stupid question. Just be ready to blow my head off if I go insane." Determined the Navigator, stiffening her back. The tall woman confidently strode forward, folding her hands in her robes. Her pace slowed as she approached the fallen corpse of Sergent En. Delila stared a moment at his body, swallowing hard.<br/><br/>Delila inhaled, reached down and quickly snatched up the staff in a gloved hand.