The Triage of Kharon’s Fall: Chapter 10 — Ambush at the Conveyor Cathedral

The moment the bulkhead locks, Elowen Markham knows running won’t save them—only choices will.The passage opens into an abandoned processing hall where rusted industry hangs inside alien angles…and then starts moving again. Conveyor belts crawl to life. Cranes twitch in place. Across the void, a green-seamed doorway waits like an answer—until its outline begins to tighten, as if the wall is learning to shut its own throat.They’re hauling two wounded. Command on the comm has a colder plan: cut the weight, keep the mission. Elowen refuses.Then the sentries rise from the shadows—tall, thin figures in armor that looks grown rather than forged. Their weapons don’t burn or blast. They remove. Rails vanish midspan. Floor becomes absence. A falling hook breaks the belt beneath their bodies, and metallic insects spill from the machinery’s underside, swarming for straps, seals, bandages—anything they can strip down to helplessness.Out of cover. Low on ammo. Seconds draining.A tech with a dead scanner throws heat decoys like prayers. A bruised bruiser drags a dying man by raw will. A frightened trooper learns to shoot for joints. Elowen draws a thin line of fire and dares the swarm to cross it.Above them, a high belt keeps rolling toward the far wall. Ahead, a cloth-wrapped shard beats warm through tape and wire—and the tomb listens.If this place wants a sacrifice, Elowen will not let it choose for her.Reformed Theologian GPT: https://chat.openai.com/g/g-XXwzX1gnv-reformed-theologianYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/@ReformedExplainerSpotify Music: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1t5dz4vEgvHqUknYQfwpRI?si=e-tDRFR2Qf6By1sAcMdkdwhttps://buymeacoffee.com/edi2730