Kadaeux sat in his throne as he watched the small taskforce assembled around him, protecting his ship from harm. Little did they know that he was the last one in the fleet in need of protecting. 'Tchurgis, are the attack wings in position?'
'Yes Admiral, all attack wings are in position.' Tchurgis responded appearing nothing like he would in the centuries to come. 'Fleet reports readiness to begin warp jump.
'Give the signal, both of them.' Kadaeux responded as he watched the Auspex displays vanish into hash as his own ship fed power to the warp drives and Geller field.
Outside of the Redoubtable space was rent apart in a dozen places as the vessels surged fowards into the warp. At that precise moment they struck, the waves of craft the fleet had beleived to be its defensive fighter cap struck, each and everyone of them bombers. And they struck with such precision, in mere moments every vessel bar the Redoubtable was vulnerable to the worst energies of the warp as their Geller fields were targeted and destroyed. In the next ten minutes the Redoubtable managed to recover more than half it's strike elements and escape into the warp untouched.
Back in the system the ruined hulk of a destroyer drifted. The rear half severed cleanly by the warp it's Captain safe in the sanctum. Two days later a passing rogue trader picked up the frantic destroyer captain. A week later word had passed across the Sector, the last Styx had betrayed mankind and gone to the Ruinous powers, the Redoubtable was now the Treason's Blade.
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