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“Keep position and ensure that gunnery has as accurate fire as possible.” You command. “Project the impact location and have the marines prepared to counter them. Send the potential coordinated to me as well. I’m going to get my armour.” With a quick barrage of orders, you nearly jump out of your chair and run off to your quarters.
Rushing down the still debris littered hallways, you quickly pull out your comms device, allowing for a tactical display to pop up.
The pods move towards you at the speed of a fired M.A.G. round, no way in hell are there normals aboard, the sheer speed would have long knocked most people unconscious, if not killing them outright.
Your AS crews begin their fire, joined by what railguns are still operational in an attempt to halt the boarders. Most shots go wide and the torpedoes themselves are specifically built to absorb laser attacks.
Five kilometres. Four. Three. <span class="mu-b">A hit !</span> You cannot help but cheer and clench your fist as a railgun round impacts one of the pods, knocking it off course and heavily damaging it, a literal storm of fire quickly follows as the pod is ripped to shreds by your primary weaponry. Two. One. The shielding fails ! The sheer concentrated fire from your laser turrets had overwhelmed the heat shielding, literally melting the second pod into a liquid state. Whomever was aboard, they died a damn painful death. One.
<span class="mu-b">Shit !</span> You curse strapping yourself in your armour, grabbing and loading the rifle as your entire ship shakes.
The impact projection had pointed to smackdab middle of your now exposed forward hull. The pod had embedded itself into the middle of your ship.
“Captain, boarders confirmed, moving to engage.” Warwick’s voice quickly comes up for your comm.
“Roger that, I’m on my way myself, unload hell upon them ‘till I get there.” You call back.
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(POV shift: You are Lord-Commander Marc Ahsing, an officer under the command of Knight-Captain Fergus “Ghoul” Proenza.)
You had unloaded as fast as your broadsides could allow. The autoloaders, assisted by the gunnery crews, had put their everything into it. Achieving a fire rate record upon Horus. And for a good reason too, even though you are a bladesmanship expert, you do not fancy your chances against a cyborg. More so because you had sent all of your marines by captain’s orders. Now, they all lay dead.
Fretting and pacing back and forth upon the bridge, you finally find a moment to relax. This was it, their final gamble, their final attempt.
“Captain, Timur reports one impact, they were able to shoot down two out of three boarding pods and damage the last one before it impacted.” Says the comms officer.
“Understood, prepare to make best speed.”
“Sir, reading power output from the innovation.” Says the sensors officer.
“It is still moving ?” You ask with some disbelief.