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	Caled’rios felt the thin filaments of his teleport field recede, and he stepped forth into an empty corridor on the space station. The bodies of four or five crew and a slave dotted the ground, surrounded by bolt fragments and pellets of buck. The lingering Warp-scent of suffering, and terrified souls, lingered in the air, and Caled’rious shook his head wistfully, scattering his black hair over his armor. If only he had time to spend…		Caled’rios felt the thin filaments of his teleport field recede, and he stepped forth into an empty corridor on the space station. The bodies of four or five crew and a slave dotted the ground, surrounded by bolt fragments and pellets of buck. The lingering Warp-scent of suffering, and terrified souls, lingered in the air, and Caled’rious shook his head wistfully, scattering his black hair over his armor. If only he had time to spend…

	A metallic clanking ~~nose~~ behind him drew his attention. He slunk into the shadows, silently reaching for his sidearm. A human soldier, one he distantly recognized as leader of the mercenaries he had hired to watch over the slaves, since his own men couldn’t be trusted not to do it, walked through the hatch, quietly sweeping the corners with his assault shotgun. Caled’rios waited until the human was looking away before emerging from cover. “You, human. What happened here?” he demanded, gesturing at the carnage.<br>		A metallic clanking noise behind him drew his attention. He slunk into the shadows, silently reaching for his sidearm. A human soldier, one he distantly recognized as leader of the mercenaries he had hired to watch over the slaves, since his own men couldn’t be trusted not to do it, walked through the hatch, quietly sweeping the corners with his assault shotgun. Caled’rios waited until the human was looking away before emerging from cover. “You, human. What happened here?” he demanded, gesturing at the carnage.<br>
	The human reacted instantly, flinging himself to the ground beside a topped slave, locking his shotgun onto Caled’rios with all the speed and precision of a Hydra battery. His eyes widened when he saw the speaker. “You! You son of a bitch, how did you get back here?!” he demanded, clambering back to his feet.<br>		The human reacted instantly, flinging himself to the ground beside a topped slave, locking his shotgun onto Caled’rios with all the speed and precision of a Hydra battery. His eyes widened when he saw the speaker. “You! You son of a bitch, how did you get back here?!” he demanded, clambering back to his feet.<br>
	“Fool. The technologies of the Eldar are beyond your understanding. Now answer me! How did this happen?” Caled’rious hissed.<br>		“Fool. The technologies of the Eldar are beyond your understanding. Now answer me! How did this happen?” Caled’rious hissed.<br>

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	''Continues in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Sixteen]]''.		''Continues in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Sixteen]]''.

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1d4chan>Garrick: thermite was used in 039-045.M2. Thermate is used at least from 088.M2, if early Remenbrances are to be believed (in addition to thermite, it contains 29% barium nitrante + 2% sulphur)

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	Jaghatai slowed his bike, spotting a thermal vent on the hull of the station. Like all Dark Eldar ships, its armor was paltry compared to an Imperial ship of equivalent displacement, but it was still far too tough to take with bolters. A few well-placed explosives, however…<br>		Jaghatai slowed his bike, spotting a thermal vent on the hull of the station. Like all Dark Eldar ships, its armor was paltry compared to an Imperial ship of equivalent displacement, but it was still far too tough to take with bolters. A few well-placed explosives, however…<br>
	“Riders! Prepare for breach!” Jaghatai called over the comm. The other Attack Riders slowed their rampage across the hull, angling to Jaghatai with great care in the low gravity. Jaghatai tapped his sidecar gunner on the shoulder, and the gunner dropped his satchel charges into the vent as they drove past, tapping the button once they were out of range. The bombs flared and detonated, the tiny oxygen packets laced into the ~~thermite~~ warhead sending a brilliant spark through the dead, black battlefield. The hull was scorched, certainly, but not breached.<br>		“Riders! Prepare for breach!” Jaghatai called over the comm. The other Attack Riders slowed their rampage across the hull, angling to Jaghatai with great care in the low gravity. Jaghatai tapped his sidecar gunner on the shoulder, and the gunner dropped his satchel charges into the vent as they drove past, tapping the button once they were out of range. The bombs flared and detonated, the tiny oxygen packets laced into the thermate warhead sending a brilliant spark through the dead, black battlefield. The hull was scorched, certainly, but not breached.<br>
	That, however, was enough.<br>		That, however, was enough.<br>
	Out of the darkness of the interstellar void, a massive block of metal, easily four or five times the size of a Land Raider, slammed into the damaged hull plate, sending shards of metal flying into space. The colossal Minotaur boring drill, usually used to deliver assault pods through armored Hives, cut through the metal like a chainsaw through tapioca, cutting through the heat vents into the interior of the station. Without hesitating, Jaghatai gunned the Bike, driving through the hole, dropping into the interior of the station.		Out of the darkness of the interstellar void, a massive block of metal, easily four or five times the size of a Land Raider, slammed into the damaged hull plate, sending shards of metal flying into space. The colossal Minotaur boring drill, usually used to deliver assault pods through armored Hives, cut through the metal like a chainsaw through tapioca, cutting through the heat vents into the interior of the station. Without hesitating, Jaghatai gunned the Bike, driving through the hole, dropping into the interior of the station.

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	Volgratch station hung in the depths of the Segmentum Pacificus like a hornet’s nest on a tree. Tiny ships darted in and out of its holofield, heading through the Warp and realspace to steal human and ork ships, capture and enslave their crews, haul their plunder into the Webway, and scout out abandoned Webway tunnels besides. It was not heavily armed. It didn’t usually need to be, since its holofields were years ahead of the Imperiums’ means of detecting it. On that fateful day, however, that stopped mattering.		Volgratch station hung in the depths of the Segmentum Pacificus like a hornet’s nest on a tree. Tiny ships darted in and out of its holofield, heading through the Warp and realspace to steal human and ork ships, capture and enslave their crews, haul their plunder into the Webway, and scout out abandoned Webway tunnels besides. It was not heavily armed. It didn’t usually need to be, since its holofields were years ahead of the Imperiums’ means of detecting it. On that fateful day, however, that stopped mattering.

	Commodore Romes and his analysts had determined that since Dark Eldar ships have very short ranges in the Warp, since their presence there draws daemons to their positions like iron filings to an electromagnet, they could only be hitting targets sixty light-years from their origin point. By looking within sixty light years of recent pirate raids, and eliminating star systems with no signs of ancient Eldar colonies or plainly-visible surface Webway Gates, they had narrowed the field down to two. The Emperor’s psychic might had detected the station in one of the two ~~stations~~, and now Jaghatai Khan was nearly giddy with the anticipation of taking revenge for ten thousand years of wasted time.<br>		Commodore Romes and his analysts had determined that since Dark Eldar ships have very short ranges in the Warp, since their presence there draws daemons to their positions like iron filings to an electromagnet, they could only be hitting targets sixty light-years from their origin point. By looking within sixty light years of recent pirate raids, and eliminating star systems with no signs of ancient Eldar colonies or plainly-visible surface Webway Gates, they had narrowed the field down to two. The Emperor’s psychic might had detected the station in one of the two systems, and now Jaghatai Khan was nearly giddy with the anticipation of taking revenge for ten thousand years of wasted time.<br>
	The Chapter Master of the Minotaurs, Moloc, had not been able to accompany the task force in person, but their Reclusiarch had, and would be leading the Minotaurs in person. The entire force would be personally answerable to Jaghatai, however, not that he was all that eager to resume High Command duties so soon. He had made it clear from the beginning that his role was on the front lines, personally leading the attack, something the Reclusiarch could admit he respected.		The Chapter Master of the Minotaurs, Moloc, had not been able to accompany the task force in person, but their Reclusiarch had, and would be leading the Minotaurs in person. The entire force would be personally answerable to Jaghatai, however, not that he was all that eager to resume High Command duties so soon. He had made it clear from the beginning that his role was on the front lines, personally leading the attack, something the Reclusiarch could admit he respected.

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	He gestured at the corridor out of the room, to where the Astartes had landed. “The ships have stopped firing. That means they want the station intact. The Astartes are here to claim it. Hit them with everything you have!”		He gestured at the corridor out of the room, to where the Astartes had landed. “The ships have stopped firing. That means they want the station intact. The Astartes are here to claim it. Hit them with everything you have!”

	The Minotaur and Scar teams split up, storming through the corridors in search of the Webway gates. The halls were thick with the smell of fear and suffering, blood and rotting souls. Terminators would have been ideal, of course, for such a battle, but neither Chapter could mount more than a few Terminators on Bikes on such short notice, so only five Scars were so equipped, and ~~Kaghatai~~ was not one of them. The Minotaurs, however, were experienced boarders, and lent the usually more hit-and-run Scars the heavy support they lacked.<br>		The Minotaur and Scar teams split up, storming through the corridors in search of the Webway gates. The halls were thick with the smell of fear and suffering, blood and rotting souls. Terminators would have been ideal, of course, for such a battle, but neither Chapter could mount more than a few Terminators on Bikes on such short notice, so only five Scars were so equipped, and Jaghatai was not one of them. The Minotaurs, however, were experienced boarders, and lent the usually more hit-and-run Scars the heavy support they lacked.<br>
	“Take it!” Jaghatai snarled, punting a Dark Eldar crewer back into the cabin from which he emerged, tossing a satchel charge in after him. The room flooded with fire and bits of xeno, casting the pile of human bones beyond into relief.<br>		“Take it!” Jaghatai snarled, punting a Dark Eldar crewer back into the cabin from which he emerged, tossing a satchel charge in after him. The room flooded with fire and bits of xeno, casting the pile of human bones beyond into relief.<br>
	“Lord Khan. We’ve spotted the Archon’s ships returning,” the fleet captain reported into the Primarch’s vox channel.<br>		“Lord Khan. We’ve spotted the Archon’s ships returning,” the fleet captain reported into the Primarch’s vox channel.<br>

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	Archon Caled’rios, meanwhile, was having a poor day. “Monkeigh scum…” he grated, digging his clawed nails into the human leather of his seat. “…you will regret this…helm, take us into the station, through the Gate.”<br>		Archon Caled’rios, meanwhile, was having a poor day. “Monkeigh scum…” he grated, digging his clawed nails into the human leather of his seat. “…you will regret this…helm, take us into the station, through the Gate.”<br>
	“Yes, Master,” the drone at the helm mewled, dragging his warped hands over the control stubs The Imperial battlefleet was between them and the station, and managed a few, paltry salvos at the Dark Eldar group. The raider ships, however, were built specifically for slipping past defenses, and tore past the Imperial ships with only minimal damage.<br>		“Yes, Master,” the drone at the helm mewled, dragging his warped hands over the control stubs. The Imperial battlefleet was between them and the station, and managed a few, paltry salvos at the Dark Eldar group. The raider ships, however, were built specifically for slipping past defenses, and tore past the Imperial ships with only minimal damage.<br>
	As they neared the station proper, a swarm of fighters and gunships drew off from their patrol routes to engage them, peppering the Dark Eldar convoy with bolts and lasers, picking off a few escorts and a captured freighter or two. The main bulk of the convoy surged through, burning the vacuum for the Gate at the heart of the circular station.<br>		As they neared the station proper, a swarm of fighters and gunships drew off from their patrol routes to engage them, peppering the Dark Eldar convoy with bolts and lasers, picking off a few escorts and a captured freighter or two. The main bulk of the convoy surged through, burning the vacuum for the Gate at the heart of the circular station.<br>
	“Master, we approach the Gate,” the helmsman managed.<br>		“Master, we approach the Gate,” the helmsman managed.<br>

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	“Lord Khan, this is Mike Six, the Gate room is vacant,” one of the Minotaur officers reported. “The Gate is dead, power systems decoupled. Looks like the Gate on the other side was destroyed, or had its power interrupted.”<br>		“Lord Khan, this is Mike Six, the Gate room is vacant,” one of the Minotaur officers reported. “The Gate is dead, power systems decoupled. Looks like the Gate on the other side was destroyed, or had its power interrupted.”<br>
	Jaghatai cursed. “Acknowledged. Are the Dark Eldar showing any sign of retreat or surrender?”<br>		Jaghatai cursed. “Acknowledged. Are the Dark Eldar showing any sign of retreat or surrender?”<br>
	“Negative,” the officer reported, glancing down at the remains the Mandrake at his feet. “They’re fighting for their lives.” The Khan thought that over for a moment, a plan forming in his mind.<br>		“Negative,” the officer reported, glancing down at the remains of the Mandrake at his feet. “They’re fighting for their lives.” The Khan thought that over for a moment, a plan forming in his mind.<br>
	“Are they aware that the Gate is destroyed?”<br>		“Are they aware that the Gate is destroyed?”<br>
	“Possibly not, Lord, the Gate room is secured entirely now,” the Minotaur reported.<br>		“Possibly not, Lord, the Gate room is secured entirely now,” the Minotaur reported.<br>

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	Inside, it was total bedlam. The Dark Eldar pirates crewing the station scrambled to mount a defense, to fight off the Imperials attacking them, even as their hull emplacements went dark. The collection of human and alien mercenaries on the crew, nearly a third of its population, were better prepared, as most of them were more experienced in space warfare than their ‘allies.’<br>		Inside, it was total bedlam. The Dark Eldar pirates crewing the station scrambled to mount a defense, to fight off the Imperials attacking them, even as their hull emplacements went dark. The collection of human and alien mercenaries on the crew, nearly a third of its population, were better prepared, as most of them were more experienced in space warfare than their ‘allies.’<br>
	“Get moving!” the leader of the human contingent roared. “If the Corpse’s men are here, the boarders won’t be far behind!” He turned to glare at the nearest Dark Eldar, who was busily loading his splinter gun. “You! Forget that thing! Corridors this tight, it’s sidearms and buckshot for you!”<br>		“Get moving!” the leader of the human contingent roared. “If the Corpse’s men are here, the boarders won’t be far behind!” He turned to glare at the nearest Dark Eldar, who was busily loading his splinter gun. “You! Forget that thing! Corridors this tight, it’s sidearms and buckshot for you!”<br>
	“Be silent, ~~monkeigh~~ filth,” the alien sneered, pausing to look up at the human. “I will take no orders from apes like you.”<br>		“Be silent, mon-keigh filth,” the alien sneered, pausing to look up at the human. “I will take no orders from apes like you.”<br>
	The corsair glared at the alien for a moment before neatly bisecting him with his power sword, sending both sizzling halves toppling to the floor. He turned to face the other troops in the room, including his own. “Any other objections?”		The corsair glared at the alien for a moment before neatly bisecting him with his power sword, sending both sizzling halves toppling to the floor. He turned to face the other troops in the room, including his own. “Any other objections?”

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	Vect snorted in contempt. “Defeated by humans? Let them rot. Seal off the gate.”<br>		Vect snorted in contempt. “Defeated by humans? Let them rot. Seal off the gate.”<br>
	“As you wish, Lord Vect,” the messenger said, bowing out.<br>		“As you wish, Lord Vect,” the messenger said, bowing out.<br>
	Vect stood, and glanced out the window of his throne room to the twisting geometries of Commorragh. The ~~monkeigh~~ may have had their Imperium, certainly, but this…this was HIS empire.<br>		Vect stood, and glanced out the window of his throne room to the twisting geometries of Commorragh. The mon-keigh may have had their Imperium, certainly, but this…this was HIS empire.<br>
	A Webway gate in the distant, red sky flickered and died completely, signifying the loss of the connection to the station the apes were conquering. Vect nodded dispassionately. It was the least they deserved, losing to mere humans. Let the eternity of torment take them.		A Webway gate in the distant, red sky flickered and died completely, signifying the loss of the connection to the station the apes were conquering. Vect nodded dispassionately. It was the least they deserved, losing to mere humans. Let the eternity of torment take them.

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	“Good. I’ll be right there.”		“Good. I’ll be right there.”

	Archon Caled’rios, meanwhile, was having a poor day. ~~“Monkeigh~~ scum…” he grated, digging his clawed nails into the human leather of his seat. “…you will regret this…helm, take us into the station, through the Gate.”<br>		Archon Caled’rios, meanwhile, was having a poor day. “Mon-keigh scum…” he grated, digging his clawed nails into the human leather of his seat. “…you will regret this…helm, take us into the station, through the Gate.”<br>
	“Yes, Master,” the drone at the helm mewled, dragging his warped hands over the control stubs. The Imperial battlefleet was between them and the station, and managed a few, paltry salvos at the Dark Eldar group. The raider ships, however, were built specifically for slipping past defenses, and tore past the Imperial ships with only minimal damage.<br>		“Yes, Master,” the drone at the helm mewled, dragging his warped hands over the control stubs. The Imperial battlefleet was between them and the station, and managed a few, paltry salvos at the Dark Eldar group. The raider ships, however, were built specifically for slipping past defenses, and tore past the Imperial ships with only minimal damage.<br>
	As they neared the station proper, a swarm of fighters and gunships drew off from their patrol routes to engage them, peppering the Dark Eldar convoy with bolts and lasers, picking off a few escorts and a captured freighter or two. The main bulk of the convoy surged through, burning the vacuum for the Gate at the heart of the circular station.<br>		As they neared the station proper, a swarm of fighters and gunships drew off from their patrol routes to engage them, peppering the Dark Eldar convoy with bolts and lasers, picking off a few escorts and a captured freighter or two. The main bulk of the convoy surged through, burning the vacuum for the Gate at the heart of the circular station.<br>