As the locks gave way under Marga's deft touch a gentle hiss of escaping air wafted past as the uncontaminated atmosphere within began to mix with the thinner, less well fragranced air in the corridor. A moment later a series of clicks and whirrs could be heard from the ceiling as ancient systems came back to life, panels sliding apart and gears moving into place lowering a pair of automated guns down into the passageway.

For a moment the guns swung back and forth as if uncertain as to what they were supposed to be doing, before springing to life, peppering the hallway with laser blasts designed to discourage unwanted access to the control room behind them.