Submit? Scout grits her teeth against the heavy, helpless feeling that bows her head and weakens her knees. Her forehead tickles as the feeder set there uncoils and consumes part of the influence aimed her way. She feels strength pour into her limbs and spine, enough to overcome the rest of the compulsion, and snaps her blaster arm up, firing coherent red light at Morningstar, then at a couple of the new figures. She's a good shot, but it's a big cavern, too.