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As the EM pulse slashed across the group at the edge of the trench, King did not precisely [i]flinch[/i].

Instead, he went utterly, perfectly still as all color and texture drained from the surface of his holo-matrix, exposing a wholly transparent series of subdued field-lines hanging in space, interconnected like a wire-frame mannequin, with a small, reflective black core hanging in the tangled forest of sepia and straylight tones like a heart. It was only for a scant moment, but for that fraction of a heartbeat the illusion that was 'King' was blown away like a haze by a strong breeze, revealing the sophisticated machine responsible for the facsimile. In that moment, it was perhaps a relevant thought: Why would such a machine need to go to so much effort to model, and map motion to, the illusion of a Human body? Surely anything else would be simpler and less effort intensive, if indeed the strain of effort was something the machine could experience at all - rather than a simple allocation of processing cycles.

The moment passed, the illusion that was King flickering back into place with an inaudible snap. They still did not move, seemingly suspended and inanimate as they drifted in space, seemingly unresponsive until Salvator chimed in.

[quote=@Psyker Landshark][color=#DAEE01][b]"Right. Ilshar, back Alice up. Echo, Kleo, eye on the drone. Try to radio our support, see if they can backtrace it if you can get a direct uplink. King, with me. We've got a runner."[/b][/color] He grunted, getting a running start before blinking away in a warp jump. The voidhanger reappeared atop the trailer the purple unknown had emerged from, trying to acquire it visually for King to secure.

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Marking it on your HUD now. Nonlethal capture if you can, but not at the cost of your own safety. Want to see what we're dealing with."[/b][/color][/quote]
[color=5FADAD][i]'Oh sure, let's go chasing after the thing that may be spotting for that EM effect...and also pplit up in space on top of the horrorshow station, what a great idea...'[/i][/color] King audibly groused over comms, but nonetheless his form immediately accelerated into an eerie, gliding flight as he maneuver to take point in front of Salvator in order to attempt to shield him both from the spike within the trench as well as any hypothetical danger from the direction of the drone.

[color=5FADAD][i]'Time for me to go chasing a glorified roomba, team. I know, you are all crushed. Try not to die without me when the station tragically explodes or something.'[/i][/color] King's holomatrix made a lazy two-fingered salute while pinwheeling end-over-end in place in space, an overly fanciful and unnecessary gesture while hanging in hard vacuum. Perhaps he felt the need to compensate for what had just happened a moment ago.

[color=#5FADAD][i]'Trying to establish target tracking. Preparing thermo-electrical ablative-shock lasing medium on acquisition, will fire to disable. Hopefully.'[/i][/color]