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         "Hard To Port! Full Burn! Bring me into broadside range! NOW!" Screamed Gabriel. Instantly the thrusters responded powering them away from the smaller vessel, and brought the destructive forces of the Parador's armaments within range. Active pinging painted the opposing titan in stark green relief against the void on the bridge viewport. Critical systems began to highlight in red as the scans rand deeper into the enemy vessel.
"Fire at will!" cried Gabriel, in response red beams of energy raced from the lance batteries, and green pulse salvos from the turbo lasers split the void, slamming into the enemy shields. "Get my fighters off the deck NOW! We have an enemy titan in close proximity!" Gabriel shouted, transmitting the signal ship wide. The enemy ship began to return fire and impacts blossomed across the shielding.
"Report!"
"Shields 95% and holding commander!"
"Weapons firing at maximum capacity!"
Just then the decking beneath Gabriel's feet trembled, something was very very wrong. The vox crackled to life and over the screams and gunfire a desperate cry could be heard. "Commander! They've taken the engine sanctum, we managed to bring the shields up over the warp drive, but the main drives only have their armor and residual shields! We need reinforcements there are only ten of us left against god knows how many of them!"
"Support is inbound soldier hold true and do not relent." replied Gabriel.
The commander activated a private channel to his elites, Lieutenant Titus, Take your platoon of Terminators and Gather 50 of the Ursalore's shock troops and make haste to the engine sanctum, rendezvous with Lieutenant Commander Astaroth and get me back my engine room."
"As your will commands my lord."
A thought changed the channel again, "Horus, Gather your Cybers and aid the defense in the shield Cathedral, if we lose the shields we lose the battle."
"En Route Commander"
Another channel
"Barrinoth, activate your army of war droids for the forge defense, then make your way to fire control I need you to get me everything you can out of our weapons without compromising the power grid. Take some of your droids with you just in case there is any unpleasantness that befalls you."
"Momentarily, brother, I'm taking care of our old friend at this time," replied the forge master.
"Astaroth? Fit him well brother, then tell him to meet Lieutenant Titus and his troops at the engine sanctum, it has fallen to the intruders and we can ill afford them to hobble us," said Gabriel.
"Understood."


Forge Decks

"It's been an age Luther, it warms my cold heart to see you again," said the Forge master with his first honest smile in decades. He hit a rune on his bracer and a compartment slid out from the wall. "I took the liberty of keeping your toys up with the newest tech, she should still handle the same but you'll be faster, stronger and meaner than ever," he continued, opening the compartment to reveal a suit of finely crafted power armor covered in glowing runes and scrawling arcane designs. on the shoulder guards there were mounted missile pods loaded with cyclone missiles. Along side the suit hung all of Astaroth's oldest friends, his melee and ranged weaponry from an age past, all upgraded and in perfect condition.

"Barrinoth, activate your army of war droids for the forge defense, then make your way to fire control I need you to get me everything you can out of our weapons without compromising the power grid. Take some of your droids with you just in case there is any unpleasantness that befalls you."
"Momentarily, brother, I'm taking care of our old friend at this time," replied the forge master.
"Astaroth? Fit him well brother, then tell him to meet Lieutenant Titus and his troops at the engine sanctum, it has fallen to the intruders and we can ill afford them to hobble us," said Gabriel.
"Understood."

"Gabriel is having us part ways old friend, he asks that you link up with Lieutenant Titus at the engines, they have fallen to the enemy, May the All father smile on the battle to come, brother." said Barrinoth snapping a salute to Astaroth.
He turned on his heel and clattered away at the keys of the deck terminal. Row upon row of war robots began to drop from the cavernous ceilings above. Several hundred of them activated at once and moved to defensive position. The apprentices took command of individual squadrons as the Elite guard slammed into the deck. Standing head and shoulders above the standard war bots, which already looked like something out of George Lucas's worst nightmare, these bots were truly automated death incarnate. Barrinoth took command of them and moved with all speed to the fire control chambers.

The stage was set, Let the show begin.