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The crystal it seems he referred too was the large one directly behind and above him tied into the weird contraptions of the steam and other electrical like primitive systems. It was obviously protecting him by some kind of low level energy field. Given it could protect against bullets. They could try using their phasers, its possible the shield couldnt protect him with their higher output. Or if it could they could find a frequency it was more venerable too.

GM CockRoach

Lunan eyed the field for a second and then drew his phaser, “Somebody keep the Commandant busy, I have an idea…”

-Lt. Commander Lunan Farrah: XO-

No sooner had the XO said so when the resistance fighters, and the Commandant’s followers among the locals and the indoctrinated disguised scientists they had come to rescue opened fire from cover spots with firearms, and others rushed with various metal clubs to pin them down. The melee and chaos of combat was soon in full bloom and they had best dive for cover what little there was by the various support pillars and/or the XO do what they planned right quick! The Commandant meanwhile sat on his throne the crystal seeming to infuse him with some kind of energy in addition to the barrier laughing at the chaos around him. “..Yes! Fight my minions! Fight for your soon to be God! Wipe them all out!” he cried.

GM CockRoach

NE Sprocket ducked behind a pillar, trying to provide cover fire to try and distract everyone from whatever the XO had planned.

~NE Sprocket~

Around the melee of chaos in the fighting ballistic rounds pinged, and cries of pain from both sides echoed. The rebels were giving as good as they got, but the group even with the Starfleet folks were out numbered. They needed to act quickly in some way ot level the playing field. Given they were deep underground in a hardened complex fighter support likely wasn’t viable, nor was orbital strikes of any such precision. Cackling like the mad man he clearly had turned into the Commandant remained on this throne, the crystal still seeping energies into him and around the room into his followers, including those among the survey team they had come to rescue.

GM CockRoach