Now panic would fill the hearts of the remaining imperials, watching one of the monuments of intergalactic conquest turn on fellow servants of the Emperor. Perhaps the frigate could limp away, but the Battlecruiser didn’t seem very responsive. It was likely the bridge crew was dead or disabled.

“Evasive maneuvers. Turn us away from the Aquila. Navigator! Navigator, gets us out of here! Jump point Omega, now!”

The tide was quickly turning, and the Orks all felt their spirits swell with the realization they would be the victors, or at least the survivors of the terrible battle.