“Alright. Elder, remain here in the dubious safety of this tower.” He regarded the trio. “Ensure your men know who I am, I’ll be joining them shortly.” The Clockwork Man declared resolutely, turning on his heel and preparing for the long descent down to the lower levels.

Considering he was a near tireless automaton, this run took a lot less time than anticipated, and only ten minutes later he was at a level which screamed alarms and spat red light down every corridor. There were mangled bodies on the ground, and two similarly styled opponents (though one was clearly a Nas’Gaduran) writhing on the ground stabbing at each other until they both succumbed to their wounds. Two of the guards the Clockwork Man had spotted outside rushed past him, apparently having received the memo he wasn’t to be shot on sight, and prepared to hold the stair-way.

“This is the only way for them to breach the tower, hold them here.” He shouted, firing his weapon past the Clockwork Man and dropping another intruder some distance down the corridor. The Clockwork Man helped himself to some form of automatic rifle, his own pistol safely holstered because he was swiftly running out of ammo, and let loose down the corridor, burning through foes with his unnatural accuracy.