On the way here, Rain noticed several zip ties, hanging from the belts of several bodies. A total of 5 zip ties could be collected there.
As you reach the corridor that led to the hangar bay, a blood chilling scene came into view.
Massive red smears covered the walls and floor.
The entire corridor was littered with bodies. The golden insignias on their chests, marked them as the Gerran Honor Guard.
The battle was very one sided. Someone had passed through here, massacring the Gerran soldiers with unnecessary brutality.
You noticed Kaylee, Mercer and Eva, standing in front of this scene.
Unable to bear the sight, Kaylee haphazardly leaned against the wall and began throwing up.
The radio went live again, and this time, you heard the voice of the Gerran Councilor:
"-..I didn't think it'd be you" she quietly said to someone.
"-..why? Because I'm just some yokel, born in a ditch?" Drasko's crazed voice echoed in response: "Its the little people you should be afraid of"
"-..hardly. Your combat experience is almost null. I have nothing to fear" Chambers coldly replied.
"-..is that why you hid behind your men?" Drasko released a quiet, crazed giggle: "You know... everything that has happened, was a direct consequence of your actions. All you had to do, was leave us alone. But your hunger for Tilerium ultimately caused the deaths of thousands. All because of a stupid rock... And now, you're going to die, because of a stupid rock... you started this... I'll end it"
"-..do your worst, vampire" Chambers' quiet voice echoed: "I can hardly expect much from trash"
"-..that's why I didn't come alone, did I?" Drasko released a long, quiet giggle.
You heard Chamber's slightly gasp, before the transmission cut off.
Mercer shouted for everyone to run forward and the mad sprint across the corridor continued.
Kaylee stared straight ahead, horrified and trying not to look at the bodies around her. Distant sounds of battle came from somewhere ahead and the sound of heavy machinery echoed from the hangar bay.
It was about a minute later, when you finally reached the doors to the hangar bay.
Councilor Chambers was laying on the floor.
No obvious signs of trauma. No blood.
Her hands, collected over her stomach.
In a different circumstance, one could think she was sleeping.
The blade incision on her neck was so small, you only noticed it by accident.
She was dead.
A small, blue, Tilerium Crystal was placed in her hands. Its dim light casting small shadows over the corridor.
As you look passed the door frame and into the hangar bay, you noticed over a dozen batponies, scattered around the area.
One had already crawled into the pilots cockpit of Slavegear and had turned the machine on.
Several others were working a loading crane, carefully placing a large missile, into the Slavegears rocket compartment. Just before they fully loaded it, one of them popped open a small hatch on the missile, and placed a familiar looking canister inside, before sealing the hatch shut, and letting the missile load into Slavegear.
Off to the side, you noticed Johan's blue shirt. He was sitting in the middle of the floor, his eyes hazed, unseeing. He emptily stared into space, leaning against a wooden crate.
His shirt dirty and bloodied, he must have recently fell on the floor, somewhere in the corridor earlier.
Next to him, sat one of the batponies, gently holding Johans shoulder. You couldn't see who it was, but it seems he tried to calm Johan down.
Marek and Drasko were nowhere in sight.
Just before you were noticed, just before Mercer shrieked a battle cry and charged towards Slavegear, a squad of Union soldiers materialized on one of the catwalks above, and hurled a set of grenades at every batpony they saw.
One of the grenades landed close to Johan and his companion.
Johan's eyes briefly caught focus, widening for a second in horror, before the grenade went off.
The explosion hurling his body into the ocean bay and making him disappear under the waves.