"Sir, we are in orbit. We proceed on your command."
Company Master Astoran nodded his acknowledgment. He had been long waiting for this moment, ever since the pursuit began.
"Our prey is in our grasp, at last," he announced in a loud voice. His words were absorbed by the ring of warriors surrounding him, each in the dark green livery of the Dark Angels.
"Our target is the ship is known as The Emperor Provides. It is a modest troop transport, of no importance except for the foul taint of chaos that has befallen it. Once it transported the forces of the Emperor, but it ceased to respond to communications in the Cadia system and we fear it has been seized by the enemy. Lost are an entire company of Imperial Guard armored forces, as well as the ship's crew and captian and the supplies aboard."
"Long have we pursued the vessel through the warp, until it has resurfaced at this place in orbit of the planet Pyrriah. Now we must retake what belongs to the Emperor and extinguish this heresy. An assault force is set to board the vessel within the hour."
The group of warriors studied the image of the target vessel on the holoscope in the center of their circle. Suspended in the air was the pale green image of the transport vessel, with its long cylindrical hull and wedged shaped bridge at the front of the ship. The vessel piroutted in the air, revealing its form in three dimensions.
"Sir," a voice spoke out from the assembled warriors, "why not just unleash our cruiser's arsenal and blast the accursed ship from space?"
The Company Master looked sternly, but patiently, at the outspoken warrior. "Our chaplain has instructed that vaporization from space is not permitted. The commander of the guard forces aboard the vessel is Lt. Commander Garvus. It is imperative that he be taken alive so that he can repent and be put to death for his failure to defend the Emperor's ship."
The warriors nodded and grunted their assent at the now apparent wisdom behind the full frontal assault.
"The assault will be led by deep strike of the Deathwing. They will be our spearhead. Their assault will target the main hanger of the transport, which will allow the most margin if the deep strike veers from its target. Tactical squads will breach the hull and insert themselves into hanger thereafter by dropship boarding vessels. Nothing larger than a dreadnought can accompany them. No vehicles or other craft. The mission is to subdue all enemy forces, capture Garvus and return him to our chaplain's custody."
The Emperor Provides continued to spin in the air before the assembled warriors. Behind them the dark shape of Chaplain Interrogator Narduel emerged from the shadows of the chambers recesses.
Company Master Astoran locked eyes with the shadowy figure for a brief instant before returning his focus to the warriors around him.
"Go now, victory is soon ours, for the Emperor and for the Lion."
The assembled warriors departed from the chamber. Not long after, the Deathwing commenced the assault.