>>18633315I'm flattered.
>>18632415The bridge's crew kept their arms raised in the air, shaking in their aquilla-branded boots. The leader of the raiding crew stalked among them with a scavenged shot-gun, giving the occasional terrified hostage the evil eye.
"I'll repeat myself, then. Who has the access codes?"
No-one dared reply, their attention diverted somewhat to survival but mostly to the Blood Angels dreadnought skulking in a corner of the bridge. Latronious was unaware of the effect he was having on the bridge crew, as he was currently attempting to gently operate one of the consoles with his huge digits. Before he'd been entombed, he would have been able to do something as simple as operate a button. He'd have been able to share the fruity plunder that the ship was carrying. Somehow the 'honour' of being interred in a Dreadnought sarcophagus was worse than death. It cut you off from the world. You spoke with a vox-caster. You walked with servos. You saw with pict-recorders. And he felt with nothing. He couldn't feel the panel beneath his mechanised hand, only the slight resistance it provided as the whole workstation gave way under his arm-
Latronious was suddenly aware that people had been speaking. He'd crushed the tiny console and the whole set-up it was attached to in his angry reverie, drawing the instant attention of the room in the way only 5-meter robotic killing machines can.
"UH. SORRY. WAS IT IMPORTANT?"
One of the crew stammered, scared out of his mind at the sight of the wreckage and its' cause.
"I, I, I don't - think so, I, oh Emperor, Emperor preserve me, we, we'll give you the, the codes."
The raid leader grinned and spun the hapless speaker around to face him.
"Well, it's your lucky day m'boy! Write them on this slate here and we'll see about letting your crew go."
