Following the tunnel, they passed more hieroglyphics along with eight and ten feet tall statues with broad shoulders and dreadlocks. Some had masks on. Those that didn't wear masks their mandibles were noticeable around their mouth . Some were in battle with crustacean like creatures with spears and wrist blades like the one Rath used to open the pyramid.
Deckland would get pushed when he tried to study this artwork.
Rath didn't pay attention to Deckland being bullied, but to his left wrist gauntlet sonar that pulsed against his wrist. So far, no bugs, but didn't mean they weren't waiting for the right time to ambush them. Those bugs were good at ambushing.
Rath peered over his shoulder to notice that the armadiles were focused on crowd control of the three prisoners and not on him. Flipping on his computer panel up, he noticed what he believed to be the sacrificial chamber was turned into a nest but the altar room below it was clear of bugs. Good, now all he had to do was led his merry bunch to that room and activate the mechanism without losing the three hostages. Things would be fine expect Raven properly would kill him for not bringing her along well he'll worry about that later.
Azarath, according to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, was full of boring people with too much time on their hands. Nothing worth while came from Azarath worth the time to write about it. In fact, the only good thing that improved the planet was when it got blown up that it got turned into a lacrosse court for The Octomegusgenarmus, a race of eight armed star sized creatures that used moons to play lacrosse. Due to the fact these moon balls were sticky and putty like, the suckers on the Octomegusgenarmus's arm would leave caters on the surface of the moon.
Turning her chair, "Who the hell wrote this garbage?" asked Raven.
With her back to the ship's window, she didn't notice couple black crustacean like creatures heading towards her.