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[Prosperan Son]

The Mon' Kiegh struggles in your grasp. You have him pinned against the hall of the ship, the side of your elbow pressed against his throat. With one simple push you are able to crush his wind pipe, sending him to the floor, limp,dead. Your brothers fan out before you, checking the interior of the hall way, there is a mix of aspects here, ranging from the Guardians, the Dire Avengers, and a single Warlock.

"We must move swiftly." The Warlock informs you telepathically, his voice would have been unheard due to the siren's blaring. The hall rumbles as another salvo of torpedos smashes into the Imperial ship. a class of which you are unfamiliar with." This way to the command center." The Warlock continues, filling your mind with a detailed path of the ship he has recovered from the Mon kiegh before you killed him.

[Draco Ny'ade]

Nods and beckoning two dire avengers to follow he sprints towards the command center, chain-sabres spinning silently

[Prosperan Son]

"This way, hurry!" The Warlock continues to guide them along the path. It wasn't long before they ran into more of the Imperials. The Guardsmen were quick to act, raising their lasrifles to open fire on the Eldar.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 18 (18)

[Draco Ny'ade]

Ran in, slashing and parrying like a master, and went for two quick kills on the guardsmen

2d100 rolled for a total of: 80 (35, 45)

[Prosperan Son]

Both men raised their guns to their chest to try and block the attack, but Atholdor was to fast for them. His blades struck out simultaneously , lopping off both crewmans head, sending them to the floor in Unison. As the Eldar Boarders continued to proceed,another explosion rocked the ship, sending them all to the floor violently.

[Draco Ny'ade]

*into comms* "Warlock, what was that?" he mutters as he picks himself up. he lollects 1 of his chainsabres from the floor and looks around for the other, finally spotting it by the body of one of the decapitated guardsmen. he collects it, then walks over to help one of the dire avengers up

[Prosperan Son]

The warlock grumbled as he came back to his feet. Dusting off his clothing, he examined each of them with a quick glance, he did the same with the interior of the ships. " If I had to guess, I would assume that is our own ship returning fire with this one. We must hurry, before both vessels are lost in the conflict."

[Draco Ny'ade]

"understood" continues along the corridor towards the command centre

[Prosperan Son]

The Raiding crew continue to travel along the length of the Corridor before coming into the Engineering bay. The bay is bustling with life, crewman and tech-priest scrambling everywhere to ensure the protection and full function of the ship in this time of conflict. They go unnoticed for only a few seconds before one of the engineers spot them." Raiders!We've got raiders dammit!" He yells aloud, alerting the rest of the crew.

[Draco Ny'ade]

a spray of shuriken come from Atholdor's gauntlets, aimed at the closest crewmen. he then sprints up and slashes at another with his blades.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 33 (33) (shuriken)

1d100 rolled for a total of: 98 (98) (blades)

[Prosperan Son]

The crewman staggers back against a wall, slumping to the ground, chest pierced by numerous microblades. The other crewman have scrambled for cover at this point, but one is to late to escape, Atholdor's blade cutting him down.

Many of the crew have drawn their pistols, and soon a firefight is commenced, lasrounds, solid slugs, and shurikens crisscrossing through the air.

[Draco Ny'ade]

he cloaks, and sprints towards the furthest group, throwing a plasma grenade int another group for good measure. when he reaches the other side of the room, he leaps high and triggers mandiblasters aty a engineer. he then goes into a whirlwind of rotating blades, blades giving shining arcs almost as a razor net surrounding him

1d100 rolled for a total of: 2 (2) (nade)

1d100 rolled for a total of: 35 (35) (mandiblasters)

1d100 rolled for a total of: 42 (42) (blade whirlwind)

[Prosperan Son]

The Grenade goes off ten seconds later, but by that point, the crew have built distance and it goes off harmlessly. The Engineer topples to the floor, clutching at his face in pain as he dies, finally two charging crewman crumple to the floor, legs cut out from underneath them.

An arc of lightning blast over your head, the Warlock shooting down two men from the gantries." We don't have time for this! We need to get the bridge and cut the head from the snake!" With that, he fired another arc of lightning, burning away a guardsmen.

[Draco Ny'ade]

"Go!" motions to a shadow specter, 2 dire avengers and 2 dark reapers to follow as he runs onwards the door that, in his head he sees to led to the command center, sprinting full pelt.

[Prosperan Son]

Return fire followed them every step of the way, however for the most part they were able to make it out of the clear. After half an hour of sprinting and another minor conflict they managed to make it to the bridge, however the bulk head was closed shut, and it would take to break through.

" I need you to hold them off for as long as possible." The Warlock requested, stepping towards the doorway. His eyes burned bright blue as warp energy began to coalesce around him.

[Draco Ny'ade]

Reply unsaid he turns and motion's his warriors to form a firing wall, he then cloaked and hid in an alcove

[Prosperan Son]

"This will take a good ten minutes." The Warlock informed the squad, his flame wreathed hands now slamming into the door repeatedly, the powers of the warp enhancing his every blow. By this point, the armsman of the ship along with several battle servitors were moving up on the Eldar.

[Draco Ny'ade]

using a form of battle sign he motions to open fire. as the hailstorm of fire flew up and down the corridor he loosed a grenade 1d100 rolled for a total of: 99 (99)

[Prosperan Son]

A servitor was in the process of rushing forwards , armed with an multitude of sharpened blades, when the grenade went off, blowing it apart . Blades, meat and energy burst outwards in all directions, causing a second of disorientation.

[Draco Ny'ade]

He bursts round the corner, cloaks and rushes into combat with scorpions claw and biting blade. using his blade to target guards men and claw to tear servitors apart 1d100 rolled for a total of: 54 (54) (claw)

1d100 rolled for a total of: 9 (9) (blade)