Fenrir's Fangs

The behemoth watches in annoyance, as he view the surveilance systems showing CCM troops boarding the capitol ship. Without a moment to spare, he orders his elites to deal with the boarders. Shadow Troops were prepared in case of a boarding action, so positions all over the ship were heavily fortified: turrets and dug in troops, armed with EMP and Pulse rounds, would tear down most of the ungoing enemy, and with such tight corridors, cloaking fields and fast attack cyborgs would be of little use. It's a shame that there is a limit to ammunition...

The behemoth view the cybernetic planet and growls to himself:
"We need to get past that shield or we will get slaughtered here....."
He watches at the second station and opens up a voice uplink with his officers:

- Wolf! We need to get rid of the shiled. I'll fire an EMP at one of the stations, prepare to hit it with everything you got. Everyone else provide covering fire. The Shadow of Intent has been boarded, and until that is dealt with, we cannot hope to win this.
- Yes, my lord. Commencing bombing route.

The behemoth turns to one of his dark templars and orders him to raise a spiritual shiled around Wolf and his ships, so to give them extra endurance.

This manouver will cost them greatly, but there is no other option: they need to get to the surface as quickly as possible