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1203

"Damn it," Phebia curses when she hears the gunshot. "Blow it!"

1203, day 3

"Frak!" Haxta cursed, both outloud and over the comm. "Get back!" She yelled, following her own advice as she cleared away from the doors. As soon as she was certain everyone was out of range, she triggered the charges.

Enrick, hearing the shot, moves over to the edge of the dome. Bracing his weapon, he looks over to see where everything is. "She just started the show! Nows the time guys!"

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Phebia walked quickly past Haxta and through the ruins of the door, her bolter up and searching for a target.

1203

"Sorry guys," Lot's voice sounds over the comm,"had to take a good shot before they headed out the door."

1202, Day Three

While Haxta planted the charges, Trask half-closed his eyes and concentrated briefly. He then made to push his back flat against the wall out of the blast zone of the breaching charges; as he did so, however, his outline shimmered and faded and he seemed to reappear about 4m away, in front of the doors and to the opposite side. A vague tinkling was heard as the mirrors in the packs of the acolytes on ground level all cracked, and the windows in the facade of the cathedral warped and rippled.

1202 day 3

"Sh*t", Lot swore under her breath. The cloaked figure didn't seem affected at all. Taking aim at the humans right knee cap next to the bullet proof robed creature, she fires, hoping to at least give her crew below the chance to find out more information. If we even get outta this ficking mess, she thought.

Enrick, looking over the edge spots his first target. Something ugly. He braces stubber to his shoulder and looks down the barrel. "Hello you slimy faced tentacle thingy!" Enrick broke out laughing as he gripped tight on the trigger. The weapon bucked against his shoulder and Enrick found it harder to control then he expected. Still, many of the rounds found home. Enrick watched as the creature was torn apart by the stubber rounds. "WOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

1203

"Six contacts inside the cathedral." Karibi called out over the noise, looking up from the auspex. "Two Constructs on either side of a door leading to some sort of office on the left. One human stepping through the door. One..." He paused. "Unknown xeno contact just behind that."

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As Phebia stepped through the threshold she spotted two figures moving into the left hand office. She brought her carbine up and sighted the nearest construct, a green horror standing beside the Cathedral's altar, profaning it by the xeno's mere presence. Pulling the trigger the gun roared, deafening even in the cathedral. The bolt caught the construct in the center of its chest and exploded, fling the beast back a meter.

1203, day 3

Following close on Phebia's heels, practically using the battle sister as a shield, Haxta broke off to the left as soon as they were inside, taking up cover behind the last line of pews. Propping the barrel of her grenade launcher over the back of the pew, she sighted in on the center of the group, trying not to look more closely at the more horrible of the creatures.

The launcher gave a hollow THWUMP! as the the grenade sped from the tube, and impacted square on the bishop. The projectile erupted into a ball of flame, engulfing the entire unholy party.

1203 Day Three:

Haxta's grenade sets the Bishops body a flame and melts the body of one of the Constructs. Sending it tumbling to the floor, a blackened corpse. The ring of flame washes out and engulfs the remainder of your assailants, as well as setting the tapestries, carpets and items on the altar on fire.

1203 Day Three:

Naja rushes through the blown door after the others and takes cover behind the second row of right hand pews, he brings up his lasgun and sets the sights on the burning figure of a Construct. His finger curling into the trigger guard.

12:03 day three

Two sharp clicks issued from Pahr's rifle, and one of the floating, burning creatures shook twice to little effect.

If at first you don't succeed... he thought, readying to fire again.

1203 Day Three:

Ferringo pounds into the cathedral with the party and is immediately gripped by terror at the site of the foul creatures. He freezes up and stands motionless just inside the door.