Harlock frowns at the altar before turning to Sister Erica and his men.  "I'm afraid I can't make anything of this gibberish.  It's not something you learn in a fleet manual, after all."  He turns to the Hospitilar Sister with a raised eyebrow.  "Would you know anything more about such things?  I understand that you've some training in fighting heretics like these.  Can you make out in general what they might be planning?"  He grins disarmingly.  "Just don't read anything aloud.  I'd wager that wouldn't end well."