The practiced smile was plastered on her face as the silvery door of the Kalon fell open. The sight that met her, however, was far from official. Rather than the Imperial Prefect, she was greeted by a shabby looking pair of young women in oversized armour vests. The two women were filthy, and both wore dented Imperial Security helmets.

“Ah! Get your head down, your grace!” said one woman, who bore a long scar along her cheek. Lament suddenly became aware of the thumping report of force gunfire in the air. In the cavernous ceremonial entry hall she noticed makeshift barricades, behind which soldiers fired at an unseen foe in the darkness outside.

The Catacombs of Cthon: Chapter One