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MEANWHILE, IN SPACE
Part 10
You carefully examine the hololith, carefully presenting a stoic exterior. The Captain appears to be utterly confused and scared by this unknown monstrosity, though you have a fairly good idea of what it could be. All those hours wheedling information out of instructors and cogitators had to pay off eventually.
Chartist-Captain MeerWhat is that thing? It's not debris and it's certainly not Imperial!
Commissar HalianXenos. Specifically, the malevolent strain known as Tyranid. They're not like greenskins or other xenos, their ships are living weapons. The resources on them is scarce and confidential, but there's certainly nothing else in the galaxy like them.
Chartist-Captain MeerBut where did it come from? We're picking up all kinds of anomalous scans now. Gravetic, magnetic, thermal, radioactive, but only after the firing exercise...
No...Commissar HalianThat is my suspicion as well. This monster entered the system, hopefully with no companions. Perhaps starving or injured, it began hibernating and accrued a shell of ice and rock, eventually becoming indistinguishable from the more benign debris. Our well-intentioned rock-smashing may have just woken it up. Even if it could not muster the will to travel further, being stung by a lance battery must have been sufficient to earn its attention.
Chartist-Captain MeerAnd now it's on an intercept course... Those smaller forms around it must be escorts of some kind. The beast itself it huge, almost as big as the
Spirit of Silver... If it harbours ill intentions toward us, and I think that a reasonable assumption, why is it simply moving towards us? No missiles of any kind have been launched, except those hovering around it like flies.
Commissar HalianIt is my guess that being so cold and hungry, its immediate want is to feed. See how it is already unfurling those appendages? And that maw? It sees us not as an enemy combatant, but as a meal to be grasped and consumed.
Chartist-Captain MeerWell, what are we waiting for?
Gunnery! All batteries, lock target 9839PG! Continuous fire, free reactor draw!That might slow it down, but we don't have anything beyond lances. You must understand, we don't plan to fight something as large as a battleship. Pirates, raiders maybe. But not
that.Commissar HalianUnfortunate. I strongly advise that we vacate this area of space. How fast is this ship?
Chartist-Captain MeerFast, but that
thing is already intercepting our course, and it looks to be chasing its dinner with enthusiasm. It'll reach us no matter our speed. And maneuvering is impossible at top speed, we can't make major course corrections without slowing to a crawl.
Commissar HalianThat's a poor prospect. I trust you to undertake whatever navigation necessary to grant us speed and distance. What of the Warp? Can we use it to travel any distance?
Chartist-Captain MeerIt's not to my liking... The drive and the Geller field are cold, and we're nowhere near our charted jump points. But... it should be safe, Emperor willing, if we don't attempt to go too far.
Engineering! Prepare for Warp travel, emergency warm up!This looks bad. We might not be able to evade the beast before preparations are complete. And our lance fire is remarkably ineffective against that bulk. With course corrections, I give us twenty minutes till we can be sure of our fate. We should prepare for boarders, I suppose. My shipboard security might not be Navy material, but they have no love of xenos. Oh, and I'll give an order for nonessential crew and passengers to gather at evacuation points, but on a ship this size... Emperor save the faithful.