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My Lord, our team has uncovered and entered another ruin, we have designated this site "1-Delta". Unfortunately we did not make it very far in. We were driven away by the tomb's inhabitants. Decidedly hostile, but I'm not entirely sure can be classified as a "life" form. Quite the opposite, in fact. The creatures appear like some ghostly, icy-blue vestigal image of death itself. The only other thing with which I can compare their appearance to would be, well, holographic images, just as Your Majesty uses on a daily basis to issue Your Divine orders to Your Empire.
We wouldn't have even been able to get into temple to begin with if Your Majesty's Guardsman hadn't translated the inscriptions on the temple's door for us. Even our finest protocol droids were unable to decipher the runes. It was a riddle, of sorts, involving archaic images and scriptures in tandem. The particulars of which, I am ashamed to admit, are quite beyond my learnings. However Your Majesty's agent proved quite adept at the task at hand.
Unfortunatley for the expedition, however, no sooner had we sent foot within the ruins that these ghastly, skeletal, and tatter-clad beings came out from the very pillars and set upon us. They shot beams of fire from their eyesockets, sufficient to incinerate two of our men. The first was killed instantly, the second's own armor caught ablaze, cooking him inside quite like a blast-roast ronto.
The third man to die was perhaps the most disturbing. One of the creatures, flying, swooped down upon him and thrust an ethereal hand directly through his forhead, through his helmet, leaving neither entry nor exit wound. The thing appeared to then enter the trooper's body, perhaps like the appearance somewhat of fluid being sucked through a hull breach in sublight travel.
We weren't sure what to do. At first the trooper appeared stunned, quite like being hit by a grenade, but then his voice was no longer his own, he raved angrilly in some unknown tongue at us and turned his weapon on us, killing two more before our return salvo put him down.
It was Your Majesty's own Guardsman who called for the tactical retreat. I was reluctant to flee at first until he so boorishly grabbed me by my collar and pushed me back out of the temple at a sprinter's pace. The raw strength of Your Majesty's man is considerable indeed. I can only hope to unlock but a fraction of Your Majesty's many breakthroughs in cloning technology some day.
Oddly, when we made our egress from the ruin, the creatures did not follow or give chase. I am transmitting this messsage now, and then I shall sit with the other officers we and discuss our next course of action.
Captain Quaid out.
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Edited by CrunchyDemon