Dirka and Helius were not surprised by the sudden Spike in power requirements. The data spreading through noosepheres was quick and precise. Dirka had heard the intercom-ed threat, and she grinned cruelly. [color=662d91][i]Such fools. To think they can make humanity yield? If the past 40 millennia have proved anything it's that mankind is like roaches; we refuse to die or leave.[/i][/color] She immediately saw an alert for one of the automated guns. [color=662d91]"Sheix! Helius, take over. I'm headed to the top deck."[/color] Helius immediately grabbed her wrist. "You go up there and they'll pop your head clean off!"
	Dirka laughed at her coworker. [color=662d91]"Ah~! You do care!"[/color] She said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. She ripped her arm from his grip, surprising him. [color=662d91]"Either I go up there, or our chances of everyone on this train being turned to corpse-starch increases by 7.23%. Which would you prefer?"[/color] Before he could protest, she was out the reactor and maintenance shaft. She quickly ran through corridors and jumped up pipes and shafts to the top deck, where many PDF forces along with the spirit's natural defenses held out. She only had her head out of the hatch and a shot wized by her head. She cared not. She pulled out the pistol she grabbed earlier and got her legs out. She sped across the deck to a panel behind one of the flaks, to the left of a PDF laz cannon. She pried it off and went to work, ignoring the weird looks she got by those in cover.
	When she finished she opened her comm with pride. [i][color=662d91]"Flaks, working as if they were just made! Reporting back to maintenance."[/color][/i] She looked on as more fire was sent towards the heretics. She grinned sadistically. Oh, how her blood was thrilled at the sight of pain being inflicted. One of the downsides of her mutations was a very predatory look on life and death, something so carnal and instinctual that it was pointless to resist. Only her Adept knew though, seeing it as a way to provoke the Inquisition and  that wasn't not good for business.
	She heard a hiss next to her and looked to see a battered warp-mutated cultist. He hissed angrily at her. "So your the one causing so much trouble? Maybe I should have at your mind to see what's inside?" He reached out only to have his hand pinned to the deck by one of her appendages, which were now very sharp. She pointed the bolt pistol to his head and blew a kiss. [color=662d91]"I think not. Bye, and [i]Shertox Berzai[/i]"[/color] His eyes widened upon hearing the phrase, right before his head bursted like a melon.
	A few minutes later she was back in maintenance with gore on her right hand. Helius just looked at her incredulously. "So, are we not going to talk about this? Or are y-" She cut him off by pulling him close and kissing him. She then shoved him away and continued to work. His optics flared. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO A MEMBER OF THE MACHINE CULT?!" She looked at him with a coy smirk. [color=662d91]"I don't know what your talking about, bolt-brain. It's obvious my poor organic mind cannot comprehend it."[/color] Her voice dripped with venom and she giggled shortly after. [color=662d91]"Besides, you seemed to enjoy it."[/color] Helius, flustered, crossed his arms. "I most certainly did not enjoy you putting your flesh on my face-plate!" He stammered.
	[color=662d91]"Liar."[/color]