Inside the cathedral's barracks, Darian finally found himself with some privacy. After a hard day of administering wounded troops and nearly getting himself converted into a Symbiot in the process, he was now off duty. His new quarters were small and hardly luxurious, but they were at least his own. He had a bunk, a bedside footlocker, a small dresser, an empty bookshelf, and a desk with a kerosine lamp filling the room with its gentle, warm glow. At last, his time was his own.
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Ivan looked over the room, and the slightest hint of a smile appeared at the edges of his pale lips.  He made note of everything in the room, recording an inventory in his think-machine. Though he was tired from the day's tasks, he did not immediately prepare for bed.  Instead, he performed a close inspection of the room, wanting to know it inside and out before carrying out any research here--unknown variables would make his work even more dangerous, he knew.

Once satisfied, he began to set up his things.  He put his perimeter guard orb to keeping an eye on the door, while he moved his tools to the bookshelf, and his small set of lab equipment to the desk.  The more valuable and dangerous samples he locked in the footlocker.

Finally, when all was to his liking, he prepared for bed, and fell into a fitful sleep.
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Darian was awoken from his sleep suddenly by a loud alarm and a voice over the PA:

"Red alert! All crews to battle-stations! All crews to battle-stations!"

Outside his quarters, he overheard trampling footfalls and panicked shouts. Soon a rising evacuation siren sounded throughout the barracks. Then within moments, a thunderous explosion shook the walls from somewhere outside. The rattle of artillery fire and booming canon-shots echoed all around.
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It took a moment for Ivan to grasp the significance of the siren, having been experiencing rather unpleasant dreams since he fell asleep. After a few seconds, he got out of bed, and quickly readied his gear. Mixed emotions played inside him, though none of them were visible on his pale face as he prepared. A Symbiot attack meant another chance to collect specimens, but after the last encounter, he was unsure that he was prepared to take a sample. I must perfect the extraction technique before attempting this again, he thought to himself.

Once his gear was ready, he left his quarters and moved calmly but swiftly to his assigned location.
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