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With the sensory array down, those on the fleet of Lucius were blind. It was like a man playing dead before a bear not and keeping their eyes closed so they can play the part. Said man would feel moments of fear as he heard the stomping of the beast’s feet and nearly scream as the beast came closer.
This, to a lesser extent thanks to their augmentations, was exactly what the Tech Priests and their servants felt as they drifted like space hulks.
The only way the Priests of Lucius were able to get any understanding was by visual observation. Some saw themselves clever enough and steered their ships in such a way to make this easier while others simply sent Skitarii to viewports around the ship.
After roughly fifteen minutes of waiting visual contact was made. All who can see them counted five ships among the fleet of the Mitu Conglomerate. Their hulls were not that of metal but that of an odd organic structure comparable to trees. It must have been a material divorced from trees however for no Tech Priest worth their salt would employ the use of such a weak material.
There they waited.
And waited.
Waited.
With every moment the xenos waited the more the Mechanicus Ships began to look dead. Acillians and Skitarii, arriving in their positions, place themselves in self imposed stasis in order to simer what little light soul they might have had. Tech Priests began to lower their Machine Spirit’s activity and left only the receiving and visual systems live.
They stayed like this for an hour. An hour of dead silence.
Finally two of the enemy ships broke off and made their approach. Whatever mystical thruster systems they used glided the ships closer and closer at a slow pace that would make all but the Tech Priests cry.
The ships stopped, almost a mile away from the Onus Probandi. All but one felt something go over their flesh. In an instant it reached everyone it was understood to be the makeshift singal that they were waiting for.
A trap was then sprung.
