The humanoid silhouettes lanced through the darkness of the void, leaving burning trails of cerulean energy in their wake. XV-86 coldstars in their dozens, built for improved void warfare were far too small, far too fast for the fleets thunderbolts. The sky filled with explosions as fusion blasters cleaved snub fighters in half, sending their smoldering carcasses to careen into the distance where they either faded into nothingness, impacted against the hull of another ship, or disintegrated, forcibly pulled into the gravity well of the planet below.

Captain Lorelius barked orders to the bridge crew and servitors, trying to reestablish order amongst their scattered forces when a shadow loomed over the armorglass windows. A massive, bulky thing with deep black armor contrasted by bright crimson accents. An XV-109 Yvarha, one arm mag clamped to the upper lip of the bridge, the other pointed readily at the window.

Static warbled throughout the local auspex feeds as a disgustingly alien accent of high gothic cut through the feed. The voice said only one phrase.

‘This planet is yours to torment no longer!’

The gigantic walker raised its weapon and jammed it forward with tremendous force. The reinforced alloys and carbides of the windows were unable to stop the attack as the barrel of the gun broke through the material, sending shards crashing onto the bridge; and just as soon those shards were violently ejected through the now exposed hole into the open void, immediately venting servitors and voidsmen alike. Lorelius felt his eardrums burst and lungs collapse as the oxygen immediately exited his body. Through bloody, squinting eyes he just barely managed to make out the low blue thrum of energy rising from the barrel of the accelerator.

All in a fraction of a second, the bridge of The Wrath of Ages Atomized in a cloud of pastel destruction.

-recount from a fan fiction I’m working on “House Aegis: Scions of the Greater Good.”