Well, now's as good a time as any to try this stuff out.
You figure a few millilitres will replenish your reserves
and you'll be back to your old omnipotent self in no ti-
YOUR BRAIN IS ON FIRE!! A QUARTRE TANK WAS TOO MUCH!
EVERYTHING IS LAMBENT WITH PSYCHIC ENERGY! GAAH!
Auugh! You've lost your train of thought in the synaptic conflagration.
One of these two must have some plan to regain your political control.
"We could materialize a circlet with a materializer and a psychic dispencer powered by bendy straws that
connects to the van and makes it a psyvan which- Gaah"
It is decided,
that sectoid doesn't get to make any more suggestions, just obey.
You can fix his vocal organs...whenever you feel like being annoyed again.
This only leaves the janitor. What does the janitor think?
...
Plaintative shrug? Does she
want to be gagged again. You'd probe her
mind but you can scarcely detect one within her stupid, stupid, skull.
All of your lackeys are useless, at least old legless tried to hit that tide
general with an old piece of bread. How are you ever going to get to your room with lackeys like these?
Oh, right...
"So, the last level is the repair bay for the scout ships?"
"Yep, by process of elimination, they should be there"
"Weird that we chose to go that way last"
"Well, like I've always said, numerical order is fine but-"
RAGEVAN DEATCHARGE!
REBELS WILL DIE!
Copious commandos are crippled underneath the careening charge
of your carriage. You defend the cart mentally while TQ-02 fires off shots from the side
even though he's a terrible shot. The janitor drives because you have no idea how to do that
and frankly TQ-02 shouldn't. The carnage continues until you approach the door to your
personal quarters. You must be swift to overcome all of your security measure in adddition to
any of those that may have been installed by the coup. But however will you accomplish
such a task?
Yeah, that works.
Finally, the precious psiotonin you've traveled so far to obtain. With this,
you will once again be able to teleport freely throughout the ship under your own poer
and bring death to-
Wait a minute, something seems wrong with this victory.
Hope I didn't keep you in suspense for too long.