Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150721115811/@comment-24306135-20150809224332

(The Calvary Has Arrived.)

(Note: The purpose of Easy is now revealed. Feels inbound.)

Just as the massive Hive battlegroup came into view and opened fire, a torpedo slammed into the lead ship, followed by several more. The Fist of Mordor decloaked, gatlings sawing apart Coffins and howitzers ripping through the lightly-armored Hive tombships. Suddenly, one of the massive Hive ships, the unknowns, warped in just over the ship. Karak, in the weapons seat, flipped open a switch and turned a key. The defensive AI core containing Nevermore was ejected, and it soon landed inside the Bladeship. The klaxons on the Fist began to sound.

"Alert: Long Night Protocol Active. Preparing revival solution and Light transference array."

A long antenna folded out of Karak's chair, and the Light contained within the Vandal began to be pulled away. The Fist began taking hits, and its crew started dropping. The Easy recruits at the ball Gatlings went down first, torn apart by Coffin fire. An energy mortar launched by the Hive Behemoth collided with the midsection, destroying the ventral guns and dropping the crew count to seven. Then Knights started transmatting orboard, and Arkady fell trying to keep them off of the bridge. The tail gunners were massacred next as the Hive boarders cleared the ship. Karak aimed the prow of the Fist Of Mordor right at the Behemoth's open fighter bay, where more Coffins exited, their energy blasts peeling apart the ship's armor. Echo and Gabe were both hit, and the ship depressurized. In those last few minutes before impact, the last of the Light left Karak, and a long sarcophagus fell from the ship's bottom. It jetted towards a nearby asteroid field, out of sight of the Hive. The Behemoth, fighter complement spent, began to close its bay doors. Karak smiled grimly as the bridge doors were wrenched open. and a Bone Zealot strode through. He drew his sword to meet it.

The open bay was very close as the Cleaver pinned Karak to the deck. The Fallen smiled one last time as he twisted the key.

Just as the Fist passed through the almost-shut doors of the fighter bay, and they slammed shut behind it, the 20 shaped nuclear torpedoes onboard the Fist of Mordor armed themselves. The five nuclear scuttling charges in the hull did the same. The reactor overloaded, and Karak spat in the Zealot's face.

"Better luck next time, you rotten piece of filth."

There was a single, blinding flash. The Behemoth shook and roiled. Its armor buckled, and the nuclear blast consumed all around it.

The battle, however, was far from over.

(It was always going to end this way.)