[b]Dahti - Genetor-General[/b]

							 [@jb][@POOHEAD189][@Jeddaven][@BangoSkank]

Dahti called out over his communicator: "Mariners, report to nearest torpedo and prepare for boarding. Medicae, focus on the wounded here and get as many reinforcements of our own in working order; all others remain at your station unless commanded by a superior. I go to board the enemy vessel. Imperator Machinex Vult."

The string of binary would have meant little to the party nearby him, but the last statement ("IMV") would be said in High Gothic, for all to hear. He checked all of his systems and nodded to the rest, in a rather regular tone of voice: "Master Grimri, Sister Agathe, Roald; I look forward to this."

Dahti did not sit, nor buckle in; he did not need to. The impact of this type of torpedo was analogous to the ultra-gravity events of the Lathes - it was not going to be pleasant for anyone, but Dahti would fair perfectly well. Rather, Dahti activated the magnetic pulse on his power armor, becoming locked to the inside of the projectile-vessel, hands and feet. The clasping gasp of his helmet came down, sealing his body entirely against the dangers of the Void...just in case. His lightning gun clung in his magnetic grasp and his powermaul sung on his back, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. The Dragon-Scale Power Armor hummed with glorious energy, a deep crimson glow emanating from the Magos' Potentia Coil.

Standing near the door, ready for the breach, he looked to his comrades with an astounding blaze in his eyes and, saluting Commander Andamar, spoke proudly: "Commander, I am ready to fight. [b]LET US PURGE THE HERETIC[/b]."