[center][h1]Aboard Bjorn's Will[/h1][/center]

"Captain Aristov," Master Gunner yelled over the blaring klaxon as a ship entered realspace within range of the Space Wolf Battlebarge. "An unidentified ship has entered realspace in immediate proximity. They've begun amplifying shields in our direction."

"Re-direct and ready bombardment cannons and await further command," the Captain said, frowning at this news. First there were the swarms of tech-priests making emergency repairs and demanding access to every bit of the ship, then there were the failing engines, and now there was a ship bearing the markings of a lost traitor legion. Having as much as hesitated to open fire on them was likely to gain him all of Tyrfingr's ire, but the only ending they would see from an engagement would end with them being pulled into this Forgemoon's atmosphere to hopefully at least land on some heretics.

Merrill turned to the captain, her face leading him to believe they were being hailed by the traitor legion ship. He held up a hand to the communications officer and went to open the channel himself. Relief washed over the captain at the lack of threats and, if anything, the congenial nature of the captain. "Hail Master Lattore. This is acting captain Imperial Navy captain Aristov, in place of Wolf Lord Askeladden Tyrfingr. We welcome your peace and your support. The Wolves are directly supporting Magos in sector I-z1346 where they're currently finding success in repelling the advancing cultists. My men in sectors I-z1354 through I-z1361 are in need of immediate support. We'll upload the coordinates post-haste. And beware, It's to my understanding the Magos intends to detonate the moon should losing it to the cultists seem inevitable. Best of luck to you, Captain Lattore."