The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime
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				Title: <strong>The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 20:28:16</strong>
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				(http://app.fantasyflightgames.com/dark-heresy/images/dh-art/hive-sibellus-big.jpg)<br><br>Miranda Prime, Miranda IV’s capital city, it’s size defies description, at its highest points it represents the epitome of mankind’s mastery of the stars, towers of glass and steel, but as one travels lower and lower these towers first give way to cold steel hab blocks, then slums, then finally the under hive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 21:55:01</strong>
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				After some time Varo and his warriors slowly emerge from the highest level of the underhive, and enter the hive itself. Keeping to the shadows they enter through a long forgotten heating duct in an abandoned building. Moving silently and quickly they make their way to the far right edge of the building. The Arbites station is the building directly next to theirs. “you will wait and watch from here” Varo says indicating a hole in the wall from which his cultists will be able to see the side entrance of the station. “I will dispatch the guards at the door, once I have done that you will move to support me. We will clear the building quickly and quietly. I will subdue most if not all of the resistance, you will follow behind me and clean up any survivors.” Each cultist nods as he gives them his commands, one of them saying “yes my lord” <br><br>Without another word Varo begins to move up the building, taking the stairs 5 at a time, moving light and silently on his feet until he is two floors above ground level, from there he looks down at the single level Abites station, and begins to watch the guards’ patterns of movement. He has chosen this station for two reasons, the first is that it is the only station close enough to offer quick responses to any orders to enter the underhive, and second because it is quite small and very undermanned. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 22:36:17</strong>
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				Arbitrator Smith was having the usual boring day.&nbsp; He was out on his daily 8 hour duty watching the battlements.&nbsp; He had heard about all these incursions.&nbsp; "Fething hive scum slaughtering each other again.&nbsp; Who gives a shit?" he thought.&nbsp; <br><br>Arbitrator Jones was back from another tour cleaning out the hive riots.&nbsp; "Who cares about these hive idiots? Let them kill each other off and let's&nbsp; be done with it," he settled in for some shuteye.&nbsp; He thought his day was over...<br><br>Judge Wilkins was in his office.&nbsp; He was tired and the recaff wasn't having the desired effect.&nbsp; He had been up for 3 days straight dealing cleaning up the mess the hive cultists were creating.&nbsp; He hated this part of the job, but he was stationed right at ground zero.&nbsp; He sipped a cup of black recaff.&nbsp; "Ughhh..." he groaned and then spiked it with some amasec before taking some more.&nbsp; He had been hitting the bottle particularly hard lately and it had made him much more lax in his duties and it had hit the morale of his inferiors hard.&nbsp; "Emperor protect me...I hate this fethin' job." He continued to grumble.&nbsp; Lord Parlow had left that toady Smithers in charge.&nbsp; In his infinite wisdom, he had been sending out nearly all the Arbitrators in the hive to each spot only to have them redeploy to another spot when an attack hit elsewhere.&nbsp; Smithers would brook no opposition to the unsoundness of his planning.&nbsp; "Smithers...Emperor take him...," he grumbled.&nbsp; Smithers was leaving skeleton postings everywhere instead of adapting to changing conditions, as is the usual procedure.&nbsp; However, his authority was superceding common sense in this case and every Arbite must obey his superior as if he were the Emperor himself.&nbsp; This left his 2 remaining Arbites and himself to guard the outpost, which held many armaments for riot control.&nbsp; Smithers had chosen to ignore his protests about how underprotected the outpost had become.&nbsp; "Everything will be fine," he said in complete ignorance.&nbsp; "No everything will NOT be fine..." he muttered.&nbsp; He did not know how right he was about to be.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 23:28:40</strong>
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				Varo quickly ran through the spectrums that his mask offered him, scanning the building seeing that it was occupied by only three people, there were several machine slaves in the armory but they were deactivated and unarmed. Paying them no mind he slowly bent his legs bunching up his muscles his plan of attack already made. This would be a quick fight, and he was looking forward to getting it done as quickly as possible, there was no glory in slaughtering animals, and that was all this would be… <br><br>Drawing both of his power axes he pressed the activation switch on each of them. His weapons letting off a soft hum as they sparked with the bluewhite light that was the trademark of any power weapon. A second later he was off, jumping quickly through the wall, his jet pack silently flaring and directing his fall, turning it from a fall into a glide. <br><br>A glide which lead him directly in the path of the sentry posted out at the building’s entrance his right arm already moving into a swing timed perfectly to remove the guard’s head from his shoulders. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 02:06:27</strong>
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				Smith did not even know he was dead as the axe cleanly severed his head.&nbsp; Spurts of blood came from the stump as the axe had cauterized the wound.&nbsp; The head tumbled away and the body fell lifelessly forward, twitching and burning from the electrical discharge.&nbsp; <br><br>Jones was cursing his luck just he saw the terrifying armored giant appear in one moment and then decapitate his comrade.&nbsp; He stood in horror at the mutated monstrosity.&nbsp; "M...M...MONSTER!!!" was all he could yell as he began to blaze at the monstrosity with his autogun.&nbsp; However, his rounds did little but scratch the surface.&nbsp; <br><br>Wilkins heard the cry, roused from his dozing.&nbsp; He stormed out yelling, "Jones! What in blazes are youuuu..." As he saw the terrifying form rear up.&nbsp; He pulled out his Auto Pistol and&nbsp; began to blaze away, screaming as he had never screamed before.&nbsp; In a matter of seconds, both men had run out of ammo.&nbsp; Their rounds had done no damage.&nbsp; Jones was frozen in horror.&nbsp; Wilkins had to act.&nbsp; "Jones! Hurry!" he pulled the stunned Arbite back inside just as the horror turned to pay attention to them.&nbsp; Wilkins shut the door and locked it.&nbsp; He knew not if it would keep the beast out.&nbsp; "Jones.&nbsp; JONES!" Jones was in shock.&nbsp; He ran to the squad bay, pulling Jones with him and started the vox.&nbsp; "This is Arbite Outpost 10-1.&nbsp; We are under attack by a heavily armed assailant of unknown origin! We need backup! Come in!" It now dawned on him that the vox line was dead.&nbsp; All that could be heard was static.&nbsp; <br><br>Jones curled up into a fetal position.&nbsp; "Emperor protect...Emperor protect..." he muttered again and again...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 02:21:01</strong>
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				Varo almost laughed as the little worms closed the door behind them, reaching out with one hand he calmly pushed it open as if it weren’t locked at all, striding into the building he began to move directly towards where his readouts told him the other two were, his cultists following in stunned awe and silence, moving from room to room behind him checking each one not realizing that their master knew exactly where the enemy was. <br><br>Varo strode directly into the room with the two arbites, hefting the axe in his left hand he threw it directly at the man who was standing, the axe finding its mark in his chest. He then looked down at the sniveling fool on the floor, listening curiously to what it was saying. “No…” he said as he grabbed the man by his arm lifting him up off his feet as if he weighed nothing “no….the false emperor does not protect…. He betrays” with that he threw the man across the room and into one of the walls not caring whether he was dead or not…the cultists would take care of him if he wasn’t. He then turned to his followers “go to the first room you entered when we first came in, activate the machine slaves, and have them begin to load up the stations weapons, every last weapon, once that is done one of you will come notify me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CmdrRenegade</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 03:42:32</strong>
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				<br><br><br><br>Wilkins could only utter a single word of prayer as he died as the axe had completely wrecked his organs.&nbsp; Jones had only the vaguest awareness of what was happening, almost unfeeling as the Chaos Space Marine launched him into the wall and he lost consciousness at last.<br><br>"As you will, great one," Iago the cultist said.&nbsp; Iago had only known life salvaging scrap in exchange for what little money so that he could eat.&nbsp; There was no Emperor to him and the appearance of this demigod had proven it.&nbsp; Iago had been among the first to follow Varo into war against the Emperor.&nbsp; He was nothing before the might of his lord, the sorceress, or even the Ork, but he was useful to his lord's cause and that was enough.&nbsp; <br><br>"My brothers, activate the servitors! Gather all the weapons you can find! Be hasty!"<br><br>He looked to the fallen Arbite who had slammed against the wall.&nbsp; The glassy eyed look meant he was either dead or catatonic.&nbsp; Iago knew not nor did he care.&nbsp; "For the Dark Gods!" He slit the Arbite's throat and splashed the blood all over himself, laughing hysterically.&nbsp; He began his dedication, painting the eight pointed star of Chaos as well as many words promising death and destruction to any Imperial eyes.&nbsp; In his wild abandon, he pulled out the entrails of the two dead Arbites and threw them about in a gross parody of celebration.&nbsp; "We are finished, brother," one of his fellow cultists called out.&nbsp; "Excellent," he said," notify our Lord at once." He took the empty autogun and auto pistol of the two eviscerated Arbites.&nbsp; He would keep these as trophies if his Lord allowed him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 20:15:19</strong>
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				Varo nodded "very well...our work here is done..follow me out and make sure the servetors don't get lost" with that Varo turned and began to exit the Arbites station the way he had come once everyone was out of the station he pulled out a small remote pressing a button on it, a second later the Arbites building collapsed on itself, leaving only a pile of rubble. While his cultists had been rounding up weapons Varo had laid explosives so as to destroy the building and cover their tracks. As the sounds of alarms, and the emegency response units began to arrive Varo and his men made good their escape, compleatly avoiding notice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 06:51:51</strong>
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				<em>This was beneath her</em>, Esra thought as she was climbing the grimy cable sheathing that lead into the main cogitation center for Miranda Prime. <em>I should be slaughtering the worshippers of the Corpse, not disabling communications. Do I look like a techpriest?</em> Images of hate and the dismembering of Varo floats through her mind as the pipe ends with a large collar and goes into the floor of the level above her.<br><br>Loud grinding can be heard from the floor of the cogitation center. Half of the banks shut off, the cable main cut from below. A sickening yank can be felt by the minds of everyone in the room as Esra telekinetically shoves the rest of the cable through the collar, and floats into the level through the hole, sword out and glowing crimson. The psykers eyes glow as the PDF guarding the facility open fire on her, telekinetic shielding pushing the bullets from the autoguns away from her, and into the tech servitors behind her that were trying to fix the damage. Errant pieces of steel zip across the room unnaturally, lodging into throats and eyes until she is the only person in the room still standing.<br><br>"Filthy men." she remarks as she goes from bank to bank and slice them in half, making sure the damage is unrepairable.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 02:48:32</strong>
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				Mitchum was shocked when first there was a noise, then the action started. He drew his lasgun as he had been trained to and began to fire. To his shock the woman didn’t even seem phased by his fire or that of any of his squad mates, the last thing that passed through his head…other than the shard of metal that killed him was to wonder how the Emperor would allow them to fail. <br><br>As the last guardsman died, and the final cognitor blew out a single screen was left undamaged, the words SYSTEM FAILURE repeating on it over and over in red.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 16:33:30</strong>
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				None would suspect the arrival of a hidden force from deep below the surface of Miranda Prime, through the weaving expanse of the city's vast sewage system, speeding towards the basement levels of ever important primary generator complex. Right under the feet of the everyday citizen, four noisy, smoke spewing and crudely modified sewage service vehicles split formation into three groups, each taking a smaller tunnel that branched out from the main pipeline. Two to the north, one to the south and the last to the west, each having picked a destination and objective to reach a sinister and destructive final goal.<br><br><div align="center">-------------------------------------</div><br>The truck bumped and rocked about as the driver brought the vehicle down the pipeline, coming to a complete stop right next to a walled hub where sewage was distributed into several different directions. According to their maps and their knowledge of the sewers, the closest wall to the east would be right next to an important objective. Khazthrull hopped off, booted feet landing heavily onto the moist and filthy ground. His Nobz followed after. One of them grabbed a wide circular object with him, slinging the device over his shoulder. Each weighted and cocked their weapons once more, their faces bright with a grimace of eager anticipation.<br><br>Their leader brought them forward to the wall section and inspected it. It was just as Big Boy had told him. Definately seemed weak enough.<br><br><div align="center">-------------------------------------</div><br>"Git yer gear off da truks, boyz! Up at it! Kareful with da explosives!"<br><br>Big Boy directed his gretchin and three other green skins in the task of unloading their ordnance and arming themselves with small firearms. They had enough of the compact volatile material to make sure that whatever they planted it on would not survive, be it humie or structure. All ten gretchin made themselves busy strapping themselves with a good number of it, not enough to weigh them down too much but enough to get the job done. From the weeks of experimentation and practice, Big Boy was happy he made this new improvised bomb design long before this job. The humie materials that were dumped into the sewers were particularly useful, in providing for bigger bangs than whatever else he had the pleasure of working on before. Problem was, however, he only knew that the timers worked well. He never had the chance to test the things fully, so he did not know just how powerful each satchel really was.<br><br>After the gretchin worked through their complaints and random chattering, he ordered them into the numerous chutes on the sides of the pipeline wall that would lead them where they wanted to be. These holes were only big enough for them and no one else that he would ever know, no matter how much he wanted to be there when the explosives were primed. He could have tried fitting in there if it were not for his enormous pot belly and wide girth.<br><br><div align="center">-------------------------------------</div><br>Sawtoof and his kommandoes were part of the first phase of their boss' plan when the initial assault begins. They were already deathly silent when the chaos of post preparation was complete, very much unlike their kind to be so still at any one time. Even the driver of their truck had joined into their trance of silence, staring at them as if the group were something too odd to comprehend.<br><br>The wall next them was already planted with the device Big Boy had provided and all it took now as a twitch of a button to send it crashing down. They waited for the signal, ready to provide that twitch and swing into action the moment they hear it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 20:54:24</strong>
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				PDF Captain Raymond shook his head as he looked around at his situation, he had been tasked with protecting the generator. The higher ups believing that the Arbites weren’t enough protection in these dangerous times. He’ gotten the assignment yesterday, and after reviewing a few maps of the area he had petitioned command for armor support, specifically a Leman Russ or two….he’d gotten a Chimera. The brass stating that all the Russ’s were busy protecting ‘less defensible’ sites. The generator room itself was comprised of a single entrance and exit large enough to fit a baneblade through, anyone&nbsp; entering those doors would find a large circular room at least half a mile in diameter, at the center of said room was the city’s massive generator towering larger than most buildings, with its control panels on scaffoldings built all around it. <br><br>So Raymond had done what he could with the forces he had he’d positioned his three heavy weapons teams so as to have clear lines of sight on the entrance, four of his thee infantry squads were placed behind the door out of range of any explosives that might break it open. And ready to move to plug the gap should they be attacked, the other two squads were on constant patrols along the walls, checking for any signs of sapping, or sabotage.&nbsp; And finally the Chimera, which he was in, was positioned behind his infantry ready to provide fire support. He shook his head, if there was a major attack they’d be torn to shreds…but at least they’d give the first few attackers something to think about. <br><br><br><hr><br>Guardsman Rico was walking along the walls with the rest of his squad, watching the wall for any signs of attack….which there had been none of all day! He could hear some of his squad mates making jokes but he didn’t join in, his mind was on what would be happening later today when his squad was relieved and the next squad took up guard duty….there was a sweet little Guardswoman back at the barracks who he had plans on meeting with tonight….it was going to be very fun! He smiled a bit at the thought, granted the woman had a reputation of not being ‘choosy’ but she also had a reputation of being very good at what she did!!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inquisition of Miranda IV: Miranda Prime</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 18:28:46</strong>
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				All around the complex, dark shadows stirred around corners and various out of the way places, skittering, dancing and whipping about. Each movement so small and obscure that the normal human eye could not follow or observe. Those guardsmen on patrol who were alert enough to notice only find no traces of any activity or movement upon investigation, the mistaken sights and sounds of industry disguising any tracks and evidence, almost literally chasing ghosts with the slightest fidget of the peripherals. The clank and clatter of metal grates would occasionally catch the attention of passing soldiers but again, only the shadows loom over them like a dark shroud, even as the Mirandan daylight sun beats down upon them.<br><br>No one suspected. Who in their right mind would strike this deep into the upper hives, to target such an important structure normally out of reach to any who seek it harm? Doubts abound, all suspicions faded into chaotic confusion when the first explosion rocked the facility.<br><br>The backup generators. At two points in the room, significant combustions of volatile energy sent the delicate machinery and unsuspecting personal into disarray. Those who survived suffocated or burnt to death from the molten plasma that oozed out of their tanks. Equipment and raw material melted and exploded violently in secondary explosions that proceeded to demolish what was left of the room, turning it into an uncontrollable crematorium of death and destruction.<br><br>Seconds after, several power substations were sent flying into the air. Electricity and flames consumed all that came within contact with, killing dozens of those too close to the epicenter. Black smoke and a plume of hot gas shot up into the winds, passing over a vehicle depot and setting it ablaze. Fuel trucks and stations added to the already out of control inferno.<br><br>The barracks was next. The concrete building's rooftop blew upwards like a deadly volcano. Shadows of bodies and weapons followed the expanding cloud of fire, a gruesome fireworks display of the deaths of the dozens that were unlucky enough to be inside the building. Only charred cadavers remain as they hit the ground in a splattered heap, not a shred of flesh left uncooked and seared to the bone.<br><br>The communications center. Obliterated into chunks of screwed metal, dishes and burnt stonework from several internal explosions.<br><br>Wall sections. Infrastructure. Operating vehicles. Groups of personal. Seemingly at random places and at random times, as if their world was ending right before the terrified eyes of the men and women that work and defend the complex, a silent unseen foe striking down at them with merciless fervor.<br><br><div align="center">----------------------------------------</div><br>The first detonation. The signal. It was time.<br><br>Sawtoof signalled silently to his fellow kinsmen, who all gave him a confirming nod. His kommando flamer lit his weapon and stood ready, as their sergeant punched the button. In a flash of red and grey, the charge did its work, sending the tunnel wall crashing down before them, sending out huge plumes of dust and smoke. As ventilation here was near nonexistant, visibility dropped to zero, as well as within the room beyond. Within moments of the wall coming down, his kommando flamer quickly stepped forward and pulled the trigger, an enraged beast set loose as the jet of hot death coughed to life. Beyond the ringing of his ears, he could barely hear the sound of the flamethrower letting out its deadly roar, accompanied by the sounds of its gleeful owner's laughter and the sounds of screaming. Humie screaming. The smell of putrid sewage turned into one of exhaust, spent fuel and cooked meat. The once cool atmosphere that he so detested turned comfortably hot and sweltering. Conditions were just the way he liked it, and he knew his kin liked it too.<br><br>After his flamer had done his work and stepped back, the rest of his squad stormed into the room and picked off whatever survivors they could find. The area had been devastated by their sudden breach and flame, the area he was told to be the central security control room, where the complex' security operations all were coordinated. All the staff had been burnt to a crisp, the servitors and the guardsmen laying about melted and smoldering, some of the petrified ones even still holding onto their expressions of surprise and sheer horror. It seemed that they were quick enough to perform this phase of the plan. The general alarm had not been sounded yet and the element of surprise still held.<br><br>He spotted a humie nearby, seriously injured with a piece of metal lodged into his shoulder and parts of the wall section pinning from the waist down. From the broken, charred and bloodstained armor, he could recognize him as a fighting humie, one of the 'guardsmen'. He was shivering and twitching, struggling to keeping himself alive at any cost, his arm was even reached out towards some machine connected to the wall. It was too far to reach, obviously, but the humie tried anyway. Sawtoof did not harbor any pity to the man and he was a little disappointed. He wished they could at least be a little less fragile and show some fight. Every one of them he had encountered and surprised so far did not seem to survive long enough to be of any sport to him.<br><br>He stepped closer to the wounded and helpless humie and the stomp of his massive foot on the wall section that pinned him caught his attention. The guardsman looked up, sputtering out blood, still stunned and shivering. He cocked his enormous heavy stubber and aimed it at the pitiful man's head at point blank.<br><br>"Surprise, humie...." He coldly grumbled, pulling the trigger. Blood and viscera flew everywhere. He then turned to his nearest kommando, not bothering to wipe himself off, "Make sure da humies don' eskape. Find der main kontrol konsole and lock all da doors. All of dem."<br><br>The rather small soldier stomped off and almost immediately found it not far from the carnage, shielded from the flames by a thick wall. After stabbing the hapless civilian there, he stepped over to the console and went to work, surprisingly skilled in punching in computer commands in humie language. Having been in so many conflicts, he had a lot of practice and experiance with humie tech, thanks to the 'nurturing care' of the tech crazed mekboyz. Soon, all doors within the complex were locked, inclusive of the main gates and the inner gates of the main generator room.<br><br>The main objective was now within reach. It was time for Khazthrull to make his move.
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