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Baryos crept through the corridor. Lia marked the directions on his HUD, and he followed her guidance through the labyrinth of a freighter. The halls were silent, save for a sparking wire here, a water drip there. It was as though the duo was alone. Hive dust stuck to his boots, mixed with caked blood from the Cultists.. Lia spoke quietly as they approached a large door.



Baryos did not answer. He could not say a thing. He could sense the fear emanating from her. Her very conciousness quivered.

He drew Once Bitten.

The Warlock breathed deeply, prepairing for the other side of the door.

And then, the power went out.

"Shit!" Baryos swore, angry at the thought of setbacks.

 She materialized, her bluish glow subdued for stealth.

Adding a scholarly, light English accent, she said, "The condition of this door is absolutely unacceptable. However, the idea to shoot a projectile or handborne explosive into the mechanism? Preposterous! This door is an absolute calamity!"

Baryos grinned under his helmet about the mimicry of one of his favorite pre- Collapse antagonists, a certain nicknane magnet (Tinkerbell, Lightbulb, Spark.) Gunshots and Cleavers, swinging and smashing, could be heard beyond the door.

"Don't kill that bastard just yet..." the Warlock murmured.