Luck seemed to be at Inquisitor Vailon's retinue's side, for within just a few hundred meters of their landing zone, they came upon what looked like a maintenance doorway. The fully loaded trio looked quite intimidating to the two sole guards that were standing here to guard it. Two heavy machineguns unmanned behind neatly stacked sacks of sand as they sat in the tiny bunker next to the door, playing cards. If this was how they guarded maintenance entrances, then the retinue would have quite some trouble with getting into a real entrance.<br/><br/>Though, as Imperial citizens, even those guarding entrances, don't shoot upon humans without a good reason, all that happened was one of the guards dropping his cards, scrambling for his lasgun and calling out to the trio. "Halt, who goes there?" Distrust and fear easy to read upon his features. He was unsure, likely unseasoned, and certainly at a loss for what to do outside standard protocol. His friend was slower even than him, though a lot older. He backed his younger partner up after reaching for his lasgun. The choice whether to use guile and cunning, sheer violence or intimidation was upon the trio. And the sister was still in charge.