Guroth, Ashtor, Sanakhet, and Vibianus all managed to claim the gunship with a majority of Emperor's Children. Sanakhet glared behind his optics but kept his physical actions respectful to the house. As long as Vibianus had his men around him, the Khornite, sorcerer, and Word Bearer were going to have to keep civil. 

Dark as a shadow, Sanakhet took up a lone corner on the command bridge of the thunderhawk. His very presence was unnerving, as if some sinister outworld power had claimed him and was watching. He didn't move, but he never took his eyes off Ashtor. Plasma weapons were so unstable, and the temptation to psychically cause the weapon to self destruct was strong. Sanakhet hesitated however, as the resultant explosion could possibly damage the spacecraft, risking their escape. 

Sanakhet stood innocently motionless from across the room. He'd blow the gun up later. 

Somebody grabbed the controls and the ship lifted off the ground, a few of the third legion manned the defensive weapons and kept any other enemies off them. Sanakhet wasn't going to waste his talents on this duty, mainly because it would involve turning his back on his dubious allies. 

Where would they go to now? The gunship wasn't warp capable, and Tzeentch only knew who had naval superiority in the space above. At best, they'd be able to relocate on-world, probably to wherever the damn purple legion was hiding. Sanakhet for whatever reason couldn't see that far into the immediate future. "This is why we are losing." He mused to himself. Nothing was worse than chaos ununited.