[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NISMglX.png[/img][/center][center][h2][color=#b9dde9]Laurey Karlin[/color][/h2][/center]The corridors constricted around them, the vessels of some beached leviathan. With the thumping in Laurey’s ears, it wasn’t too hard to imagine. It was almost a relief when they came to the cell blocks, like emerging from water and drawing that deep, grateful breath. Except that there were many cells emptied, broken in some way during the crash. That would have been concerning even if Laurey hadn’t been dressed in her Ascendancy Officer uniform. Her scalp tightened over her skull, an involuntary reaction to the fear. 

And that damned shouting… 

The message that blipped into Laurey’s mindstream did even less to comfort her.

>>>Fireteam Lamia engaged by unknowns in armory. Target is human male with possible interference magic, supported by mechanized troops.

Perhaps being field marshalled was a smarter decision than agreeing to board this prison. She drew another deep breath, this one physical instead of metaphorical, and focussed on not throwing up. It kept her quiet as they rose through the ceiling, pausing in block B to inspect other potential Star Marines. 

Finbarr approached cells housing would-be allies, began a tirade they might not have time for. 

>>>Fireteam Harpy to Horus, status of Fireteam Lamia?

[i]Don’t be dead[/i], she thought after sending the message. Later would she reflect on that thought, and what it meant for her future. 

“Sir,” Laurey said, speaking to Millard, “I believe taking these two Star Marines into our custody will be a simple task. I am eager to have Realist safely under our control as soon as we can. If you would, I’d like to have Jan esort me to the AI’s cell whilst you handle them?” The words fell out with the haste of a stimulant addict evacuating their bowels. It ended on a lilt, becoming a multi-layered question: ‘is it a good idea?’, and ‘[i]is it a good idea?[/i]’.

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