31/08/2009 in Warhammer 40K
“Time until they come within weapons range?” Captain Mead paced back and forth upon the bridge of the Imperial Battlecrusier, Goliath.
“They are overtaking us rapidly, Sir!” Kran Mendla, the warship’s Operations Officer reported.
“I estimate one hour, three minutes, forty-five seconds.”
The Captain turned to a slim, eerie looking man who sat at his station calmly, seemingly untouched by either the tension of the epic battle they had just been a part of or by the massed Ork fleet that was hunting them down. “Helm, can we get any more speed?”
“No, Sir,” the Navigator’s dark eyes, mesmerizing wells of arcane knowledge, turned and held the ship’s commander in their surreal gaze for a moment. “With our real-space engines damaged, we could only escape by going into the warp.”