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Outside the mountain pass, within a land tank of the storm juggernauts, The last psion in the reactor room slumped against the wall, a burning, sparking hole in its stomach. Around the room lay six of its brethren, felled before they had time to notice their attackers or react. When the last psion fell, eleven fallen de-cloaked, the captain looking around the room before speaking.

"Bring forth Elkris-14."

As the servitor drifted into the room, and the blast doors were sealed shut behind it, the shadowmaster joined it and spoke to his vandals.

"The security feeds in this room hath been looped to before we made our entrance, but we shall move with the haste of the watched none the less."

As the vandals spread out around the room, the captain and servitor approached the large reactor in the center. As Elkris-14 accessed the control console, locking the cabal out of the reactor's systems, the shadowmaster moved around the reactor itself, making pinpoint incisions with his shock blades to remove the overload failsafes.

"Our progress to this point hath proceeded unhindered. We must hope that our brethren in the ice hammer's land tank hath had the same luck."

The vandals nodded their agreement, as the shadowmaster stepped back to the control console, looking over the servitor's handywork. He nodded to the floating sphere; once set in motion, there would be no way to stop the reactor's overload, remotely or manualy.

Noting the time on his helm's built in cronometer, the shadowmaster nodded once more to the servitor. As the fallen reactivated their stealth fields, and slipped from the room, locking the door behind them, A computerized voice grunted over the intercom, warning of inpending doom.