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7/9/2025, 4:51:36 AM
Another week, another installment in the tale of the Techpriestess, continued from >>96002252
>Rogue Trader Cassius Maximillian von Nassau-Mendoza stood upon the bridge of his flagship, the cruiser 'Argentum Omnipotens' as it moved to position itself between the station and the approaching interloper, light freighters scattering for safety behind its armored bulk.
>The sensors officer called out: "Twelve hundred kilometers and closing, Lord-Captain! Auger arrays confirm, a Devastation-class cruiser. No IFF signal, no response to hails."
>Chaos raiders, the Rogue Trader thought, but how could they have found this place? What treachery had brought them here? Whatever the truth of it, they would not live to tell the tale.
>"Lock on target and prepare main batteries for a broadside."
>"Target lock failed, Lord-Captain," the sensor officer flicked a series of switches on the console, "There's some sort of... feedback... coming back through the auger signal. The cogitators aren't respondi--AHH!" The officer screamed as her console overloaded, arcing with electricity before the screen went blank.
>"Damn their sorcery!" the Trader exclaimed, "Engage manual overrides, I want a firing solution by the time the guns are loaded."
>And yet the enemy cruiser drew ever closer, until its blackened hull loomed large in the armor-crystal windows, as more and more of the bridge screens flickered with undecipherable strings of binaric code. "They're practically on top of us," an officer exclaimed, "Why aren't they firing?" The Rogue Trader knew all too well. Ten years as an officer in the Emperor's Navy had taught him to recognize a boarding action when he saw it...
>Rogue Trader Cassius Maximillian von Nassau-Mendoza stood upon the bridge of his flagship, the cruiser 'Argentum Omnipotens' as it moved to position itself between the station and the approaching interloper, light freighters scattering for safety behind its armored bulk.
>The sensors officer called out: "Twelve hundred kilometers and closing, Lord-Captain! Auger arrays confirm, a Devastation-class cruiser. No IFF signal, no response to hails."
>Chaos raiders, the Rogue Trader thought, but how could they have found this place? What treachery had brought them here? Whatever the truth of it, they would not live to tell the tale.
>"Lock on target and prepare main batteries for a broadside."
>"Target lock failed, Lord-Captain," the sensor officer flicked a series of switches on the console, "There's some sort of... feedback... coming back through the auger signal. The cogitators aren't respondi--AHH!" The officer screamed as her console overloaded, arcing with electricity before the screen went blank.
>"Damn their sorcery!" the Trader exclaimed, "Engage manual overrides, I want a firing solution by the time the guns are loaded."
>And yet the enemy cruiser drew ever closer, until its blackened hull loomed large in the armor-crystal windows, as more and more of the bridge screens flickered with undecipherable strings of binaric code. "They're practically on top of us," an officer exclaimed, "Why aren't they firing?" The Rogue Trader knew all too well. Ten years as an officer in the Emperor's Navy had taught him to recognize a boarding action when he saw it...
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