Editing Knights Inductor (section)

===Null Knight 01 - Xerxes===

Xavion pried the boltgun from the rigid fingers of a fallen brother, the trigger finger having held on through the death spasms.  Small impact craters pockmarked the walls along with the scorch marks from the lasguns of the dismembered security teams.  He could still hear the screams far, far down the corridor thanks to his enhanced hearing.  The whine of lasguns was dying down far too quickly, punctuated by the sound of bolters fired on full auto.  The monster that did this couldn't be far.  

He took off sprinting down the long corridor.

The sight of a boot disappearing around a corner a hundred meters away goaded him on, and despite the cries of wounded men and the groans of his broken brothers around him he knew that he had to take that -thing- down.  It was very likely he would simply be slain like the rest of Phoenix Tactical Squad, but he needed to do this.

"Xerxes!"  The Null Knight didn't even spare a glance to the lone Knight that appeared at the hangar doors, instead unpinning two stolen fragmentation grenades from his belt and flung them with tremendous force at Xavion across the length of the entire hangar, forcing him to roll to the side or risk being blasted by the shrapnel in the open.  The Null Knight leaped for the Valkyrie as it took off, grabbing on to a handhold near the side hatch on the assault craft.  Former Sergeant Xerxes shaped his hand into a rough blade and punched straight through straight through the hull in an attempt to rip off the entire hatch.and gain access inside.
 
"XERXES!!"  Xavion trusted his hand to guide the barrel of the bolter up despite his sorrow and anger.  He trusted his eye to make the miniscule adjustments needed to take in the atmospheric current differences from inside the hangar to the blustering winds just outside.  He trusted the machine spirit of the bolter to be able to react to the trigger pull exactly when needed.  But there were so many factors, too many, the target's movements alone combined with that of the Valkyrie made for a challenging shot. His helmet had been torn off earlier in the one-sided battle outside the containment cell; he couldn't even rely on the help of auto-sense for this shot.

Now this time the Null Knight looked back, perhaps to gloat, perhaps to confirm the position of another target.  The eyes of the Knight were glowing a sickly green and they looked on dispassionately as the bolter in Xavion's hands flashed a brief orange.  The enhanced mind within calculated that the bolt would miss, even if it was an upgraded Kraken bolt with a stronger propellant charge.  It had already projected the flight path within Xerxe's twisted mind, and he began to turn to go into the hole he'd just made in the Valkyrie, confident that he could murder the crewmen within and pilot the ship to an escape point before reinforcements arrived.  
	
The bolt was already losing kinetic velocity by the time it reached the end of the hangar, though it had been kept on its path thanks to the gyroscopic stabilization etchings on the bolt.  As Xerxes had predicted, it was off target.  It would most likely hit the lower hull of the Valkyire, or at worst be deflected off the Knight's power armored right leg.  

The wind outside buffeted the flying bolt, changing it's trajectory to fly up and to the right.  Shortly after a power armored figure was seen plummeting from the entrance of Hanger 0-12 at the rehabilitation and containment facility.  

47 Knights had fallen that day.  Over 230 security and scientific personnel had also been slain during the lone Knight's rampage.  Many more would have perished if the Null Knight had managed to escape.  But there were still more like him out there...

"Captain Xavion?" The pilot of the Thunderhawk sounded tinny through the floating servo-skull's external speakers, "we are arriving at the Necron tomb that Null Knight Vasilis most likely escaped to.  Prepare for a hot drop, elements of the 22nd Aprior Shock Trooper regiments report contacts on several fronts."  The corresponding points filed across Xavion's line of sight as the information came through the JNET Tactical grid. 

"Understood."  He checked the adjustments on his personal Stalker pattern bolter for the umpteenth time during the flight as he strode to the front of the Thunderhawk to address the veterans under him.  It was time to free his estranged brother from the Necron taint.  

The servo-skull of Xerxes followed him close behind.