Post by Ravager Zero on Oct 14, 2007 10:21:27 GMT
Transcripted log from remnant of Imperial Super-heavy promethium transport Luxor
4726918.M41 – We have been told by sector command that we are to be bait in a coming battle. They assure us everything has been planned out in exacting detail, and that we have no cause for worry. The problem with this, is of course, that the information comes from sector command. So far removed from the area of operations that they have no idea what is really happening.
4739918.M41 – In system, which system I cannot say, for fear this communique is intercepted. We have just detected several Imperial Cruisers jumping in at the edge of the system. They moved briefly in to our sensor range, simply to confirm that we were still waiting here.
4744918.M41 – Eldar warp signatures have been detected directly behind us, at a distance of approximately six hundred thousand kilometres. How they found us so fast I do not know.
4745918.M41 – Noon, ship time, and they have begun their pursuit of us. Our engines are running at full, powered beyond maximum capacity by a small amount of promethium from our cargo tanks. I pray that it is enough to deliver us to safety.
Evening, ship time, and the Eldar destroyers appear to be holding back, waiting either for a signal to attack, or for the opportune moment in which to catch us.
4746918.M41 – Early night, ship time, the main drive has overheated, and we must shut it down and coast while repairs are made. The eldar have already taken advantage of this fact and are rapidly closing.
4747918.M41 – Midnight, ship time. They are upon us, wave after wave of winking black dots follow us, massive torpedo salvos from the eldar ships. Our drives are cooled and stable now, and we have begun boosting them again.
Early morning, ship time, the drive has overheated, this time critically. We can only drift, and pray that their torpedoes miss us. The defense crews are on station, ready to take down any torpedoes that close, and the entire ship is braced for impact. May the God-Emperor deliver us.
4748918.M41 – Too many, far too many. So fast. Don't stand a chance. Imperial cru+++
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4726918.M41 – We have been told by sector command that we are to be bait in a coming battle. They assure us everything has been planned out in exacting detail, and that we have no cause for worry. The problem with this, is of course, that the information comes from sector command. So far removed from the area of operations that they have no idea what is really happening.
4739918.M41 – In system, which system I cannot say, for fear this communique is intercepted. We have just detected several Imperial Cruisers jumping in at the edge of the system. They moved briefly in to our sensor range, simply to confirm that we were still waiting here.
4744918.M41 – Eldar warp signatures have been detected directly behind us, at a distance of approximately six hundred thousand kilometres. How they found us so fast I do not know.
4745918.M41 – Noon, ship time, and they have begun their pursuit of us. Our engines are running at full, powered beyond maximum capacity by a small amount of promethium from our cargo tanks. I pray that it is enough to deliver us to safety.
Evening, ship time, and the Eldar destroyers appear to be holding back, waiting either for a signal to attack, or for the opportune moment in which to catch us.
4746918.M41 – Early night, ship time, the main drive has overheated, and we must shut it down and coast while repairs are made. The eldar have already taken advantage of this fact and are rapidly closing.
4747918.M41 – Midnight, ship time. They are upon us, wave after wave of winking black dots follow us, massive torpedo salvos from the eldar ships. Our drives are cooled and stable now, and we have begun boosting them again.
Early morning, ship time, the drive has overheated, this time critically. We can only drift, and pray that their torpedoes miss us. The defense crews are on station, ready to take down any torpedoes that close, and the entire ship is braced for impact. May the God-Emperor deliver us.
4748918.M41 – Too many, far too many. So fast. Don't stand a chance. Imperial cru+++
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Cool.