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Nevermore, whose main data core wasn't far from the cultists location, activated his personal combat Frame.



Nevermore's voice suddenly changed.



An eight-foot tall combat frame dropped from its storage pod in the engine room ceiling. It paused to insert a small black cylinder into the back of its cybernetic raven's head and deploy the minigun secreted in its right arm. Its eyes took on a blindingly bright red glow.



The terrifying robo-crow let out a horrific screech as it sighted the cultists and opened fire.

(I'm so sorry. But it just popped into my head.)