Peter was already standing on the bridge of the Blade of Judgment, his feet planted on the corpse of the captain who had refused to surrender even in death.
They had taken control of the bridge, and Peter hurriedly contacted First Squad.
"Thor, this is Peter of Second Squad. We've taken the bridge. Six casualties. How are things on your end?"
Thor's voice came through the helmet communicator in broken bursts.
"We've... taken... the engine room. Two casualties."
Peter replied, "Understood."
But just then, a third voice came over the communicator.
"My lord, the commander has ordered us to disable the engines immediately and return to the flagship to continue the fight."
It was Barnabas, calling from the command flagship.
Peter immediately shot back, "Bullshit. I've already taken this ship. You expect me to disable the engines and head back to the flagship to keep boarding? Dream on."
They were all foxes from the same hill. Did Peter really not know what the others were thinking? If they disabled the engines and pulled out, leaving the ship adrift in the Void, then by the time the battle was over, some other War Band would have claimed it. Besides, the ship's engines were still working. Peter could give the order from the bridge right now and make a run for it.
Peter thought it over, then replied, "Tell the commander we've captured the ship and can join the fight immediately. Request that we be marked as a friendly vessel."
Valicar, seated on the command throne of the Vengeful Spirit, was facing countless similar problems. When he ordered a War Band's ship to advance at full speed, they only went half speed. When he asked why they were moving so slowly, they replied, "Nurgle's blessing."
Countless other War Bands had captured enemy