The Archangels would get there in time. Swooping down at great speed from high altitude, the Dark Angel pilots had every advantage. They were able to intercept the orks and destroy them before their presence proved detrimental to the mission.
“Archangel One, I got him. I’ll escort you in. No other smokers in the air.”
Meanwhile, in orbit, systems were brought back online. Power returned to the ship, which meant that the ork’s cannons started to fire again. This was only going to be a temporary moment for ork vengeance.
“Focus our voidshields to starboard,” ordered the chaplain in his cold and calculating tone. He would ensure that the shielding held for at least the next few moments before the orks ship’s power was again deprived by the scouts in the engine room.