Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150527182328

(Inquisitor: I recommend you change that last part to Ma'carn raising his Archammer, so the fight may continue. Also, I vote against the retcon. I find it more realistic that, while a shaky alliance might be possible between the guardians and one cabal leigon, the other would view the first as traitors for doing so. Also, It's kind of better for the story if the possible chance at temporary peace was lost in the chaos of an attack, leading one or both sides to distrust the other.)

As Lokass fought to supress the pain of his broken lower left arm, he heard a psion screech an order to the others in its own language. At the same time, he felt a slight tremor flow through the floor. While the psions probablly felt it too, he was willing to bet his own ether that they didn't know what it meant. Remembering that two of his reaver vandals were still alive, he shouted an order over the crate.

"Brace thyselves!"

While the psions undoubtedly heared Lokass's command, wether they understood it or not, they had no time to react as the ship shook violently for a moment, throwing them to the floor. Immediately afterwards, Lokass and his reaver vandals leapt from their cover on opposite sides of the disoreinted psions. The change in position had been sudden enough to disrupt the psion's stealth fields. So that while still active, they were outlined, as the fields had not had time to readjust themselves. This, coupled with the fallen's excellent night vision, revealed their elusive foe's locations.

The captain leapt from his cover, and fell upon the closest psion to him, pinning it to the floor with his shock blade. Ripping his sword from the midrift of the creature, he activated his teliporter, apearing next to another downed psion and chopping it in half with one clean blow. Meanwhile, one of the reaver vandals emptied four shots from his shrapnel launcher into the chest of a recovering psion from two feet away. As the cabal fell backwards, its torso filled with shrapnel and explosives, the vandal was slain by a hail of slugs from two others. The other vandal blindsided one of the psions, tackleing it, and running it through with its shock blades, while Lokass came up behind the other and beheaded it.

With this, Lokass bent to retrieve his other blade, and charged Xeros, the last psion in the engine room. As he had just picked himself up, he had no time to react as Lokass unleashed blow after viscous blow upon his shields. Finally, the void shield gave out, and Xeros stumbled back a few steps. When the captain closed the distance, Xeros put out a hand, palm alight with void fire. But before he could release the blast, Lokass snached his wrist in his free, unbroken hand, pulled the psion past him, and wispered in his ear.

"Not this time two-armed filth."

With that, Lokass brought a blade down, severing the psion's right hand at the wrist. Before Xeros could even screech in pain, the captain slammed the finger guard of his other shock blade into the side of the psion's head, knocking him unconcious, and sending him sprawling. Striding towards the helpless cabal, Lokass raised his blades to finish Xeros, only to be thrown from his feet along with the last vandal, and anyone else on the ketch.

From where the guardians, cabal, and fallen were fighting, all paused to watch. Miles in the distance, the way the guardians had come, opposite the frosen swords, the stormship Elkris-kest gently dipped across the sky and carved a gash in the ice for a mile or two before finally grinding to a halt.