The Kyxarii began hitting, beating and headbutting each other, psyching themselves up for the ensuing chaos. Allthough an unruly bunch, they always got the job done no matter what the cost. No sacrifice was too great in the name of the King and the Imperium.
Suddenly red klaxons starting blaring, and a Dysaniian voice began repeating, "All Kyxarii report to boarding craft. Prepare for boarding action."
The distinctive red armoured sergeants began ordering their squads on to the transport vessels, and the rabble raced to their stations, a chorus of battle litanies roared in to the air.
In space, dozens of silver, smooth craft fired from the sides of the ship towards the disabled destroyer. Upon impact, they smashed into the armour plating of the ship and wedged themselves in tight. Inside the corridors of the ship, where the breaches occurred, a foamy fluid was fired around the breach, sealing any small openings left. The doors of the craft exploded open, and Kyxarii began pouring out.
A group of black armoured special operations Kyxarii, about 25 in all, started to use cutting equipment on the doors of the bridge, hoping to take command of the ships main control systems. They turned on active camouflage, and primed grenades...
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On board the
Cayuga, the Captain ordered an encrypted message to be sent to the small battle group it had broken off from to expore the distress call. The message read, "Come quickly. Ship found. Hostiles close. Praise the King." It would have been preferable not to call the patrol to him, but afterall, these Guild types could never be trusted to keep out of anything.