Azus Dracates silently scoffed at the heretics fleeing from the onslaught of fire. Imperial Naval Stormtroopers, well equipped, well trained men, certainly, but they were simply mortals. He knew these Stormtroopers and their tactics, both from the sounds of their weapons, and his own personal knowledge of their own Tactica Imperialis, the way they would organize this formation was simple in his mind, plasma first, autocannon next, flanking and supporting each other as they moved up, spaced out to prevent a well placed grenade from wiping the whole team in one lucky blast. Smart, against heretics and common rabble. So he had a simple plan, but one that these Stormtroopers that, veterans that they were indeed were, would not be ready for. After all, they were on a hunting pattern now, drive the routed boarders off the ship and, if the orders permitted, strike into the enemy ship and make them pay. He would suspect this was not the case, sticking to known routes, which made this ambush all the more likely to work, as he settled into a shadowed piece of debris at a corner, resting the autocannon to train it on the direction the stormtroopers would have to be coming from, and waited, they would come of their own time, and he would be ready for them.

Sure enough, the veterans turned the corner, the plasma cannon carrying trooper had an attending stormtrooper bearing his own hellgun. Outside these two, the remaining three had another hellgun and two hotshot lasguns. Nothing he was concerned about, and they were oblivious to his hidden position. Good, good, he decided, training the cannon on the plasma cannon and attending trooper, and squeezed the trigger, the autocannon barking out in its very distinct noise, rounds barreling down the corridor, and the two men had not a chance to react before the cannon rounds slammed into them, literally blowing them down, both men scythed down like chaff during the harvest, falling and disabling his greatest concern, the plasma cannon was by far their most dangerous weapon, if one ignored their training and other wargear, but this was a good start, as the men pooled in their own drained life blood, he swung the autocannon to bear again, keeping still in cover and readying himself to continue the battle, or worse case scenario, receive the enemies fire, if they got off some rounds before falling to his cannon. First blood was his, and he would see final blood be his as well, by whatever means he had at hand.