text: "Wait!" you shout, preparing for the bolters to fire.
  
  
  Surprisingly, they don't. Well, time to reason with them.
  > You say "The mutiny is going to succeed. Join us, or perish."
  "Fuck, what do we do, Sarge?"
  
  
  "The radio makes it sound like the loyalists are having their ass handed to them, and the prisoners are close to taking the complex! The psyker's right! Abandon post! Join the mutiny!"
  
  
  The guards lay down their bolters, and begin running towards the elevators. You shrug and allow them to pass, making your way down the hall. It's only a minute before you arrive at a massive, thick metal door with an intercom.