Undated_Abyss
Sensory arrays don't work in-depth, but they do sense the immediate surroundings and some adjacent rooms, they see some of the other docks deactivated, some with ships and some with boxes of material, none appear to be destroyed. The walls surrounding them are filled with pipes and an amplitude of cables that run to-and-fro, disappearing into the sensory mist, they do sense a single camera, it appears they are being watched, then:
A door, in the opposite end of the room, opens up, and out of it walks what can be described as a technopriest. A middle-aged man, wearing a blue taint robe that blends with the metal on the background, around his neck, on his arms and other places of his body he bears several metal gadgets with no apparent function, behind him are three guards with only a chestplate of the blue-taint metal, and a rather oversized rifle that glows a slight cyan. The priest speaks, his hands on front of his hip and emanating a calm aura:
"Welcome to the Holy Anvil, brothers. May you be blessed with its light for offering help in these trying times. Now enlighten me, why do you thread these holy grounds?"
