February 4th at 16:15pm
The door screeches under the combined force of Anya, Commissar Bryce and Thanatos, but the unreleenting force of the numbers slowly pushes it open, one painful inch at a time.
-DAMN IT, PRIEST! GET IT DONE!-

The monochordic tone of LIV`s voice is lost in the cacophony of echoing screams.
-It`s protected by a code.-
╙►-Ref 1- Breaking in the system without the code will take 345 standard milliseconds.-

357 milliseconds later, the door closes down and the locks slam in, severing heads and clawed hands alike. Half a torso still crawls around for some seconds dragging its guts across the floor tiles. After a while everything goes silent with only the heavy breathing of the three soldiers reverberating in the small room. Anya takes one of the rat-like heads and smells it, then makes a disgusted face and drops it to the floor. Commissar Bryce taps one of the metallic arms of LIV.

-Good job, priest.-


The voice of Doctor Bast is heard from the end of the corridor,
-Hey! There are… things in here!-

Indeed. The big room hold shelves and tables covered with boxes of all kind, some of them are just old, dirty cardboard and plastek cubes containing pieces of rusty electronic equipment, alcoholic beverages and some non sanctioned printed material, but among them, there are some metallic containers branded with the winged skull and reference numbers.

-By the iron cladded balls of Manus!- shouts Thanatos taking a green helmet from inside one of the big crates- This is Elite troops military equipment! Why is this here?-

The man starts opening every container around, and a brief smirk crosses his face when he finds a crate full of heavy looking laser rifles.
-Ohhhhh! For furth`s sake, I must have been a very good boy this year!-

LIV caresses an alphanumeric code on top of a red and golden crate with no locks or handles and gasps with her eyes wide open.
-This box came from Solaris System. This is martian coding.- She connects her implants to the opening and the odd looking code shines a bit in the dark room before opening with a hiss and a cloud of disinfectant smelling gas. She tilts her head as she looks inside and for the briefest of time, her face draws the beggining of a smile.
-Gratias tibi. Deux ex machina-

After a few moment to rest, the Mech cultist suddenly looks at a hidden dark spot of the room. She heads towards some piled up rusty crates under the puzzled look of the rest of the crew.

-I… can hear the whispers. They are close.


(continues in part II)