The Vatican had a lot of ground to cover. Normally covered in expansive gardens (just empty plots on the ship) and comprised of a multitude of buildings, holing up there meant holing up in simply a part of the Vatican. The group was therefore in St. Peter's Basilica, which had had most of its entrances sealed off. Now they had to work on small windows and a few other entrances left neglected, but overall, it was a very defensible position. There were no exits other than the ones leading to the sacristy and treasury--which was their main avenue of escape, and heavily guarded. The prisoners were being kept in this area, and guarded by the rear guards, as leaving them in the prison was deemed too dangerous for their safety. As bad as they'd been with the Yeerk conflict, they were crew, and no one wanted them to die.

The courtyard was a chokepoint. Gunners could sit on the roofs of the buildings running alongside the courtyard to strafe St. Peter's square from the sides.

The various chapels and vestibules along the sides made excellent areas for food, medical, and weapons supplies to be gathered, and most were clustered in the middle of the basilica. The Medical area was in the Chapel of the Column, the main weapons and ammo caches, and Food storage areas were in the two Transepts, respectively, to the sides of the Papal altar. Pews all in the main areas had been converted to sleeping areas, right in the center of the whole place.

There was still work to be done, before the other group could leave. Last minute barricades, blocking more windows, moving the last of the medical supplies, inventorying the food, and so on. Then it would be time to hunker down.

So push up your sleeves and lend someone else a hand, folks.

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For the newbies, there are people waiting for them in the Obs Deck. A whole gaggle of people. Behind them is the nasty statue, and the beautiful sight through the windows of the stars streaming past and the swirling vortex of collars that was interdimensional travel.

There are more questions than answers, but the crew is willing to help, especially the Command Staff and greeters.

Duncan has also found the sensoriums. He's moving, parrying, the metal of sword steel glinting in the air as the loud clash of blades fills his ears. He know it's only a simulated battle, that he'll either not experience a quickening or it'll be a simulated one, like everything else. But, the mock battles will keep his skills in shape. And he can change the thing quickly. Earlier he'd had it looking like a dojo so he could work out and do his kata.  HIs mind and body both appreciated the escape from whatever was now reality.

Plus, he was still grappling with the fact that somewhere, people had watched him and his battles as a television show.  And briefly Amanda of all people had been the central figure of another show. And there were movies with Connor.

*When I go home...I'm facing the prospect of killing Richie. AND Connor???? It really just keeps becomoing stranger as the series and movies progress.*