Ben turned to see the Vortex of doom start to manifest. He stepped back a few feet, and looked at his plasma pistol, it was starting to turn pink. He held it at arm's length and pressed a button on the side, releasing a stream of hot air that whistled loudly. Ben looked back up, pistol now much safer to fire and saw the Vortex swirling out of control. 

Ben turned and looked at the psyker and had time to step to the side and laid down, pushing his feet against the platform a statue had been posted on it. He felt the pull, and crouched up against the platform, feeling anger at the Psyker getting him killed. He literally just warned the inquisitor. This just proved his point. 

And suddenly, the vortex was gone. Ben slowly stood up, looking at the motley crew lying on the ground, and brushed himself off. Ben would head over to Zhevon and help him up, and would brush his shoulders helping. He spoke quietly as the group adjusted themselves. Truly, he didn't care if anyone overhead, but he was polite, and tried to keep it down. "[color=aba000]I told you, sir. She has no regard for our safety. Here she is almost getting us killed! Three times now, every single time she's tried to use her powers down here she's put us in danger. You, me, the planet, the mission. It's becoming very hard to trust her sir, even on your word. We were not so poor off in that fight that we needed her to try and kill us all.[/color]" Once he was done talking, Ben would walk over and scoop up the null rod, and walk back over. "[color=aba000]We need to keep this on right now, we cannot trust her. If you ask the group, I'm sure some of them will agree. Do not misunderstand my words, I don't dislike her, but I'm starting to fear for my life around her wanton misuse of power.[/color]" Ben held the null rod out to Zhevon, looking at him.