The black shape of the Dark Angel battlecruiser entombed the smaller vessel in its shadow, as both ships circled in low orbit around the blue and white orb of Pyrriah.
"Welcome, fools", murmured a low voice from the bridge of the smaller vessel, a craft once known as The Emperor Provides, but now the captured host of the Khorne war band known as The Wrath.
The bridge was unlit, save for dim lights of control panels that maintained the most rudimentary life support systems of the vessel. Lord Khartax turned his sight away from the Dark Angel cruiser visible through the window of the bridge and started towards the turbo lifts at the far end of the chamber. Each footstep of his ornate blood red and gold terminator armor rang against the metalwork of the bridge gantry.
The battlecruiser had pursued the smaller vessel through the warp and, now that both ships had returned to real space, it was preparing for assault.
"Let them come," thought Lord Khartax. All was proceeding to plan. He relished the thought of the blood that would flow upon the assault, a delicious dish of carnage and slaughter. Ah, but it would only be an appetizer to whet the hunger of his war band. A much greater banquet would follow. A banquet to which Lord Khartax would drag his pursuers.
"Let them come," he repeated in his mind. All was ready. The blood will flow. Let them come and bleed. And once they are aboard, let them crash and burn with us as we plunge into the Pyrrian sky. Then true blood will flow. Rivers of blood, pouring from the plains of Pyrriah as The Wrath pursued its objective. Many will rise up to oppose them. Many will be cut down in their path.
Khorne will be pleased by the feast.
"Welcome, fools", murmured a low voice from the bridge of the smaller vessel, a craft once known as The Emperor Provides, but now the captured host of the Khorne war band known as The Wrath.
The bridge was unlit, save for dim lights of control panels that maintained the most rudimentary life support systems of the vessel. Lord Khartax turned his sight away from the Dark Angel cruiser visible through the window of the bridge and started towards the turbo lifts at the far end of the chamber. Each footstep of his ornate blood red and gold terminator armor rang against the metalwork of the bridge gantry.
The battlecruiser had pursued the smaller vessel through the warp and, now that both ships had returned to real space, it was preparing for assault.
"Let them come," thought Lord Khartax. All was proceeding to plan. He relished the thought of the blood that would flow upon the assault, a delicious dish of carnage and slaughter. Ah, but it would only be an appetizer to whet the hunger of his war band. A much greater banquet would follow. A banquet to which Lord Khartax would drag his pursuers.
"Let them come," he repeated in his mind. All was ready. The blood will flow. Let them come and bleed. And once they are aboard, let them crash and burn with us as we plunge into the Pyrrian sky. Then true blood will flow. Rivers of blood, pouring from the plains of Pyrriah as The Wrath pursued its objective. Many will rise up to oppose them. Many will be cut down in their path.
Khorne will be pleased by the feast.