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[Dwarmin]

Avery's scowled-she reached for the heavy pistol belt on the small dresser, drawing them both in one fluid motion.

She cracked the door open from the side halfway, gun muzzle pointed directly in the face of whomever had opened the door.

"You're halfway to the Garden of the Pancreator-I suggest you don't flinch, for I am one full of wrath and fury. What's going on? Who are you?"

[adwarf]

Trent nodded at the Archon as he spoke, most of what he said was true, as the Archon finished he stood up and spoke,

"As you say Archon, I'll be going now, but I need a new lab, and a new research team if you wish anything to get done in a reasonable time space. The confines of a ship in space are not good for research when the research team are Church members who are partially affected by your Ecclesiastica Schola."

"Along with the fact that the lab is built under Church specifications, I'll send a data slate later to be given to whoever builds the lab for what I need in it, also my request would be a good move for now. Someone else can lead them, but it would atleast give you some of that army you need to wage your war."

With that Trent left the room, he'd tried but his plan had failed, he would try again another time when he'd researched what had to be researched.

[Taricus]

"Alright then, but I have a pretty bad feeling about how this'll turn out..."

Climb the chapel, use the rifle scope to search for incoming hostiles.

[Ghazkull]

Tavius

As you enter the Chapel you find [6] yourself in a small Altar Room. Except for the Portal you came in only a staircase leads upwards, however as you walk towards it you notice a bit of steel badly covered by a rug directly behind the altar. as you move it aside you find yourself looking at a large closed steel hatch. You rip at the handle but it won't budge. [6] looking at the underside of the altar you find a small button and press it [4] activating a mechanism. Suddenly the whole building seems to shiver and the hatch begins to open with a loud groan. As you look down you see that a staircase leads downards into the darkness...

[Taricus]

"Huh. Well, whatever is down there isn't going to find itself."

DOWN THE STAIRS!

[Ghazkull]

Tavius

As you move down the stairs lights start to go on. As you walk downwards you hear curses from above.

"GODDAMMIT LAD. What is taking you...Tavius what the hell are you doing?" The Prior is following you down and when you reach the end of the steps you find yourself in a massive Necropolis. the gigantic room is spanning into the darkness and although you must be on the right wall of it you can't see where it leads to. in the midst of it you can however make out a dome like structure.

"By the Creator. What have you uncovered lad?"

[Taricus]

"Why don't you come down and see for yourself prior. I think you may be surprised yourself..."

[Ghazkull]

Aeverys

I am sorry Mylady. I am your personal Guard. Or i was supposed to. What happens is that somebody is attacking the fleet. Now if you would please follow me the outer parts of the ships are dangerous in a situation like this...

The voice sounds quite young...

Tavius

[6] The Prior comes down and stands next to you. " by the Creator." he falls down to his knees weeping. "Such beauty. The Famed Necropolis of Admiral Tercius. He was buried with all of his Crew and rumours say even with his flagship the "Arda's Träne". We have to go down this place certainly contains some holy relics."

[Taricus]

"What about the mutant force approaching chapel Abbot, unless you're intending to conduct a mobile defense with the flagship, if it's down here..."

[Ghazkull]

" Mutants? Oh yes the Mutants...well we don't have time for such diversion. The squad will hold long enough. We have to find eventual relics and then contact the Church! Onwards recruit, we will be blessed by the High Archon for this!"

[Taricus]

"Right, then, I'll lead on."

Head down into the necropolis...

[Ghazkull]

Tavius

[4] You find a staircase leading down onto the next floor were you are already greeted by the first tombs. Which are in surprisingly well conditions. More so, they are loaded with the deads belongings. You spot some pretty interesting weapons on the corpses things that are way more advanced than the Pre-Fall armory of House Nova. [2] Why you are not sure but it had to do something with the Church and the Empire or something...eh you weren't really the historian type anyway. And as though the Prior could read your thoughts he already scalds you

"These Belongings are true relics not to be touched by one as foul as you Repentant." [?] It seems like he wanted tos ay something more but he is cut off by the dull sound of gunfire from above. "Damn these Mutants! Suddenly the ancient radio he carries with him springs to live
"Prior where are you? The Mutants are coming! Hundreds! Thousands!"

The Prior turns his back to you before giving orders. "Stand fast Repentant. The Pancreator will welcome you in his garden of light!"

[Taricus]

"...You didn't do the boulder thing? Honestly? At any rate, Get the squad to fall back in here immediately. The nercopolis is more important than the shrine itself."

[Ghazkull]

"Yes of course you are right!" [3] The Prior quickly orders his men in who barely manage to retreat down the stairs before the Mutants follow.

You already hear screams and gunfire coming into your direction. " We have to stop them. Tavius we need to push them back and close the damn Hatch!"

The Prior runs off into the direction of the gunfire. Well now would be a good time to run off or not?

[Dwarmin]

Aeverys

I am sorry Mylady. I am your personal Guard. Or i was supposed to. What happens is that somebody is attacking the fleet. Now if you would please follow me the outer parts of the ships are dangerous in a situation like this...

The voice sounds quite young...

"Why don't you stand right there?" She said softly.

Action: Keep the gun on him-open the door and pat him down for weapons. Was I even assigned a personal guard?