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MEANWHILE, IN SPACE
Part 39
43-F Start
41-H Wrecked Section
43-H Local Scan Control
43-I Atmosphere Purged XENOS PRESENT
43-J Atmosphere Purged XENOS PRESENT
43-K HUMANS PRESENT CURRENT LOCATION
43-L HUMANS PRESENT
44-H Local Life Support
44-I Former Dead Section
45-I Former Dead Section
6 Engineers
5 Stormtroopers
Well aware that the xenos are fully capable of trickery and planning, you proceed with caution to the human biosigns. A glance at your scanner uplink shows that the xeno biosigns have disappeared, though whether they are dead or hibernating is up to whoever pokes them with a stick first.
Approaching 43-K, you come across numerous deceased humans and aliens. Likely part of a fighting retreat, many blast doors are locked or sealed, but your engineers are able to ease them open or cut through the barricades. Near the approximate location of the survivors you enter what appears to be a killing field of xenos, their bodies torn apart by liberal firepower. As you begin to consider shouting out to make contact, a group of crew breaks from some cover while shouting out various thanks and curses. Many of them are spattered with blood, and all are toting various shipboard weapons.
"Praise the Emperor!" one gasps, lowering his power saw and making the sign of the aquila, "We had faith that deliverance would come, but we feared this would become our tomb. These beasts have been at us for hours, we'd all made our peace and prepared to join His side at the Throne."
Another one adds, "It was terrible, your Lordship. We didn't dare search for a way out with them lurking in every shadow... We could do nothing else, so we stood our ground and swore to sell our lives dearly." He gives a tired sigh. "We're one of the outer guard groups, but we haven't seen any beasts in a while. If you've cleared them out, maybe we can get back to a safe place? We could all use a rest, with your permission."