Zed’s boyz had precious little time to bask in their success. Not but a few moments later and a lance blast ripped through the hull, cleaving from the hulk entire engines as it cut through the metal like a hot knife through butter.
“Not good, Kaptain! We gots ‘it. Da engines… da engines!” Studgrim barked as he looked at the controls. They were of imperial design, and the myriad messages that quickly scrolled past him made little sense beyond the gravity of the situation.