The halls of the Academy, once alien and exotic, have acquired the familiar dressings of slaughter. Black pits in the stone and wood trimming mark where deadly shots were dampened. Large piles of ash litter the area here and there, service of the Fleet's disintegration-sword wielding guard. The guard in turn lie slain, downed in the service of Mirt the Merciless, along with the headless, fragile youths they were defending.
Even for someone who hated the Academy, this kind of shocking display cried for vengeance. Cried for urgency. Where was Mirt, after all, with his secret experimental weapon and revised security procedures during this glaring ebb of order?
Anger turns to physical pain as the siren blares loud, too loud.
Not much time to think about it. Chaos consumes attention. 1, 2, 3 decorative vases smashed, important charts and model ships slashed and crashed. Ok, so a sweeping swordfight recently filled this corridor. Hmm, what's that...the student lounge is on fire. Great, it needed a remodel. Ah, Goldfish-bowl-with-a-brain-in-it is telekinetically pummeling a a space invader in the corner. Nice, its on our side now. Oh, smoke from that partially destroyed ventilator is causing a parade of hideous space bugs to proceed across the floor. Just step over them for now. Hi, Popsicle's lit fuse just disappeared beneath the top of his dynamite stick. Check.
Wait...Popsicle?!
*KABOOM*
The dohwar had thrown it just at the right time into the intersection of hallways, the charging warriors who were now mere bloody messes on the floor revealed. "Hurry, more ran upstairs!"
Following the helpful flipper and sound of musket-fire you make your way towards the dropship's second waypoint. Topping the stairs, another giff commando's body looks back down at you with an eternal gaze. Ahead the long clouded corridor obscured by smoke emits the sound of heavy marching footsteps. Sterile white lighting from the magical sconces only enhances the haze.
Two gaunt figures in armor emerge stepping over the fallen Fleet security. One clutches a silver greatsword, while the other holds a struggling, badly wounded Miken Haverstance.
All are within a move of melee at the top of the stairs. Hallway is 10 ft wide and continues down 60ft or so. There are siderooms leading to larger chambers like the advanced physics labs, storerooms, and lecture halls.
White smoke is lightly obscuring AKA passive perception has a -5 penalty throughout this area.
Round 1:
Lazuli <--UP
Githyanki
Celsior, Yahs