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Vedius had no real idea what was going on about him, although the plethora of raised voices told him that something was certainly wrong, even if he had wanted to turn about and see for himself what was happening he was close to finding an answer to their navigation problems...or so he believed; Emperor but these codes and complications were infuriating him, his hands moving over the control consoles as fast as they could go.

“Oh Throne,” he muttered, a blinking rune separating itself from the other, larger, runes that represented the space battle they had only recently entered and apparently coming right for them. Of course he had not bothered telling the others, it would only cause trouble that he wanted to avoid, but they had slid like a tiny minnow into a net full of gnashing sharks (the Imperial and Astartes ships) and sleek adversaries that were half there and half shadow (their Eldar opponents). For this long he had been able to avoid direct fire, assuming correctly that whomever was in command thought of them as below contempt, but now it seemed that [b]someone[/b] had decided they were worth at least the missile speeding toward them.

“I would advise that everyone hold onto something!” Came his voice, amplified by his helmet and directed toward the fractured factions behind him.

In a flurry of movement he turned on the view-screen, the large square taking up most of the foremost wall of the ship, and before all their eyes the true extent of just how deep into danger they were became very apparent; solar sailed Eldar ships dog-fought with Thunderhawk gunships and Fury Interceptors, larger cruisers blasted one another with glittering beams of pure energy or cannons the size of cathedrals, even now the Astartes of the Hawk Lords prepared themselves to send out boarding pods and decimate the enemy from the inside out.

Oh yes, they were in trou-

[i]Thrump[/i]

The missile impacted on their Starboard side, a shudder weaving its way through the whole vessel, instruments falling from racks beside the medical tables, weapons hammering to the floor.

“We'll never make it out of here alive,” came another muttering, “unless...”

His head whipped about to take in a scene that he hadn't expected to find, a bleeding Astartes, a dead-looking Ogryn, and apparently the beginning of a violent confrontation. He had to ignore that for the moment though.

“I'm going to take us into an enemy ship!” He bellowed, “prepare for a boarding action, or prepare to die.”

How in the Emperor's name was he going to do this?!