DAY 131 (fri) cont ...
Kirk and the crew of the Cacophony continued to explore the dangerous corridors and rooms beneath the Preserver temple on the vulcan planet of Huroc.
They encountered and had a fire fight with another group of skuttlers, that all used an electrical ranged attack. The crew began calling the weapons 'dischargers' as the first charge always seemed
to be the biggest and most painful when it hit.
Once these had been dealt with the continued exploring the rooms. At the next door they found a pit trap, which Kirk narrowly avoided falling into, then another door that sent a shiver down his spine, but which seemed to have no further effect on him.
Behind the door was a giant bronze automaton, a mechanical being easily ten feet tall and it lumbered towards them, attacking with a colossal long sword. They retreated down the corridor and into a sort of ancient store room, shooting solid metal slugs into it with their shotguns. Kirk dodged the sword again and again, blasting away and despite its size and strength it eventually fell, another heap of scrap metal.
After the automaton the shot up another two 'rollers'. Injured and tired they returned to the first room they had entered and got some rest.
While the others rested, Kirk went back up to the ship to get some dilithium to re-power their personal shields, some rations and the 'jammer-jammer'. He took Murphy with him and they were gone about two and a half hours.
They all rested a further five hours.
By 1900 they were ready for another delve into the temple dungeons. In a room at the end of a long corridor they found three 'blue skins', humanoid type beings that attacked them on first sight with bows and arrows.
Kirk used his grenade launcher on them and two were killed. The third was badly injured but alive. This proved, if proof were needed, that generally a grenade launcher wins against bows and arrows!
Murphy healed the blue-skin enough to keep it alive, tied it up, then they continued their exploration.
They were attacked by four more skuttlers and another automaton. By now Kirk and his crew were really wishing they had invested in ear-defenders and shooter's glasses as they were now deafened from the shotgun blasts echoing off the corridor walls and half blinded by the smoke from the spent cartridges. The corridors of the temple lower levels were now full of scrap metal and splashes of blood.
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