Mithias swayed from the effort exerted in slowing the massive clone ship, not to mention fighting against the strange psychic dampening power the Tyrannids were exerting (which I had totally forgotten about). Sebastian seemed caught up in his perplexion over whatever had just happened to his crystals, so he probably wasn't about to give Mithias a coherent answer. Clones were running around, putting out fires, hitting this and that button, and trying their best to work the ship's defenses or some such. Mithias looked about for anyone he could recognize, and then he found Klonos, the winged woman with horns. 

Just as he was about to call out to her, a wave of unified voices rang in his mind once more, and he realized it was an endless hive of beings all acting coherently. They had so much power, yet were so simplistic in their choice of words. He felt them reach out, and he braced himself in anticipation, but their will had lashed out elsewhere. Quickly Mithias realized the unexpected and unprecedented level of attack they had wrought with their combined effort. They were throwing an entire planet at them. 

"We're still falling!"

"No we're not!"

"Yes we are!"

There was a moment of confusion as the clones argued with their instruments. Certainly their systems were going haywire. But no. No. They weren't that fortunate. 

Mithias staggered again, but this time in shock awe at the ungodly level of power these beings could wield. 
With his new gifts, he could sense what was happening, and he knew it would take more telekinesis than he had left to muster to dodge this ship far and fast enough. 

"Klonos! Sebastian! We've got to get out of here!" In a state of emergency, he desperately tried to round up his friends.