The speakers, one broken, one functioning, clicks and a slow count commences, in slow bings and ticks, no voice heard. From the cage there is a cry as the man inside panics.
“No! No! They’re coming! You can’t! You can’t let them take me!” A loud echoing bang rolls out of the cage in a long line of smoke as the man inside the cage fires, the stubgun bullet hitting the shoulderpad of the advancing Battle-Brother, pinging ineffectually off him and ricocheting off into the ceiling. The man in the cage cries out as he resets the weapon and starts pumping out salvoes of three shots each, into the chest, legs and shoulders of the giant “Get! Away!” he keeps crying out between salvoes.
The speaker keeps counting down but there is another sound now. From behind, up the corridor you came from, there is a hissing, a clicking and then a long high-pitched wail. As you look down into the gloom and smoke you can see three shapes moving, one in the center of the corridor, walking with a shambling gait, dragging a long weapon on the floor behind it. The second is sliding with its back to the corridor wall, walking sideways, with a weapon raised and pointed at you. The third is crawling, slowly, in the ceiling, staring ahead, at you, as it shifts and moves, gripping the mesh grating overhead and pressing its body upwards to lay flat up against it.
The center figure throws back its head, and the silhouette shows off a massive mane of hair, as it shrieks, widening its stance somewhat, the eyes glittering as it stares at you. It is tall, slender, and quite obviously armoured, the weapon some sort of curved blade, now dragged on the floor behind it.
“No! No! Not again!” The salvoes keep ringing out from the cage at the Battle-Brother as the man inside obviously panics at the sound, firing wide now.
“Blink 7 in 30 seconds. Stand by.” The speakers announce calmly in their pre-recorded voice.