The Emperors Fury belched fire from her many opened corridors. As soon as the Void shields had failed the Eldar Pulsar Lances pounded the Plasteel exoskeleton. The graceful Eldar Darkstars were next, launched from the ships bays they scythed through the slower and bulkier Imperial Furies. After they sliced effortlessly through the interceptors, they concentrated their fire on the Emperor class Battleship, disrupting power coils, weapon batteries and decks. The entire ship screamed in pain, echoing through the massive rooms and narrower corridors.

"Mill'Lord! We have severe damage to the prow, damage on decks throughout the ship. The ships machine spirit is in agony! We must heed it, we must heed it! " A voice yelled amongst the hundreds scattered working noises, a mechanical tinge clearly evident in his voice.

"We will not retreat from these filthy Xenos! Overburden all operational main lance batteries! All you need heed is feeding the Lances targeting data. One shot is all we need, Emperor guided!" the voice dominated the large two storey bridge, followed by an equally strong group response of "Yes your Lordship."

The massive house-sized Lance batteries rotated; each targeting one of the fast, agile Eldar ships swarming the wounded beast of Machine, clinging to it like stingy carrion flies to a carcass. They fired massive stabs of energy into the void of space, several impacting Eldar ships. Most missing due to the Eldars Holofields that interfered with the Imperials targeting attempts. Those that were hit were riped asunder. The tide of the war was slowly turning, when a salvoe of massive power slammed into the Imperial Battleship's stern quarters. The already grumbling ship shook more violently for a few seconds, then the engines could no longer be heard.

"Lordship, I fear we lost stern power. The engine's Spirits are unresponding, we are dead in the void." The Mechanical voice chimed in.

"Very well. Techpriest Valusat, inform the fleet. We must end this battle soon or it'd be the death of us!"

The other two massive ships moved towards their wounded counterpart forming a wall of hull armor, their Void shields up and absorbing the firepower being put out by the Eldar. The couple dozen escort ships trying to get a lock on the fast swarming Eldar ships.

The escorts moved as fast as they could, firing their Lances and weapon batteries at the Eldar, often missing. However, three lucky hits managed to destroy three unlucky Aconite Escorts. The Eldar response was just as heavily felt as a Hellebore targeted and picked off four Cobra destroyers and a Firestorm frigate. That left twenty Imperial Escorts and five Eldar. Direct scores on the Eldar ships were sparse, but numbers began to show as one by one the sleek, elegant Eldar vessels succumbed.

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The bridge of Skull Ferros was as insanely built as the rest of the ship. Sharp protrusions littered around, with still alive humans impaled on them. Their screams were deafening. One of the guards walked towards the throne like command chair, and motioned that he wanted to speak with him.

"What," came an exagerated rasp of a word.

"I believe their souls cry to be harvest." the guard stated, close to the lazily slumped commander.

"I cannot hear you over the deafening sound of pai--" He wheezed again, somewhat louder, when his sentence was cut off.

"I believe the harvest should begin," the guard yelled, more or less a scream.

"Do not interrupt me Haemonculus Kcral. Remember your place, or you'll be the ones who pain I so enjoy!" His voice took a flatter tone.

"My appoliges Archon," the Haemonculus' tone remained the same; sarcastic and arrogant. Though it had dimmed a considerable amount,"I'm merely stating that we should sweep the--"

"What!? Your words fall flat!" The Archon screamed over the unending cries of pain.

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To the port side flank of the Imperium forces a Warp rift opened. The swirling purple obscenity belching forth two massive ships.

The first one through was the largest of the two: a massive, square shaped ship with a fading rust red coloration. A massive symbol of office emblazoned on the prow. It was a gear encircling a half-Human half-Machine skull, the insignia of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

The second Battleship was more of a shock than the AdMech Forgeship. It was a Grand Crusier, painted night black with several identifing crests announcing to the Galaxy it's standing as a ship of the Emperors most glorious Inquistion. The stylised I proudly displayed on it's Black Prow.

"What in the Warp are they doing here?" the Admiral inquired, "Vox them, Vox them now!" he yelled at Techpriest Valusat. He harbored no ill will toward the hollowed Inquisition, however most Admirals disliked the blazing eyes of an Inquisitor glaring unrelentingly into them. Executions for Heresy and incompetence were all to common.

The Vox channel opened, the Inquisitor in plain sight on the Admirals Tactica screen. He appeared aged to his late 60's, with greying hair and a wrinkled complexion. His face bore many scars and he wore a great coat as black as his ship, under it heavily modified Carapace armor in plain sight, with a Plasma pistol displayed in it's holster. The same stylised I displayed on a chain around his neck.

The Admiral made the sign of the Aquila and made a slight bow.

The Inquisitor was first to break the erie silence,"Admiral Carius Decan, we picked up your desperate plea for help and have arrived,"

"M-mil lord," Carius stutered,"I thank the Emperor for your assistance, though may I inquire..."

"Speak," his voice boomed over the Vox channel,

"Mil lord, what brings you to Segmentum Tempestus?"

"We're 'en route to a outlying Imperial world on accounts of techno-heresy. We made a, pit stop, if you will, where we picked up your communique, I can not allow Xenos to destroy a fleet of the Emperor!"

The Inquisitors Grand Cruiser fired it's Nova cannon, belching forth the massive round that reached the one Eldar Aurora class Crusier in a mere second. What was left of the Eldar vessel was the sparse debris floated around in space.

The AdMech ship was next to open fire; Lances blazed across open space, Torpedos flew free from their bounds and Plasma let fly. Several Eldar escorts were caught in the sudden whithering swathe of fire. They shattered and floated lifelessly in space. At this point what few Eldar where left entered the Webway and fled. The Inquisitor opened a channel to Carius' fleet,"Ha! The Xenos fled like the broken spined scum they are!" The Inquisitor took some time to collect himself; he spoke again a couple seconds latter. "In the name of the Ordo Hereticus, I am conscripting you, your Guardsmen, and your fleet."

The Admiral offered no objection. He, his two other Battleships, Escorts and Transport were now apart of the Inquisitors fleet. "Yes, very well Inquisitor."

"For your information, Admiral, it's Inquisitor Caron Vaelois. Now prepare for Warp to these coordinates." The Inqusitor motioned to his Transmechanic off screen to transmit the designated course to the Admiral.

The Admiral recieved them and Voxxed them to his Navigator. The Emperors Fury's blast shields closed down over Plasglass, the Gellar Field activated. The ship was ready for warp.

In sync the mighty ships entered the Ether.

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