In the cold void, a large, irregular asteroid drifted slowly along the Transport Ship's projected Shipping Routes like a silent ghost.
Deep in the asteroid's shadow lurked the fangs of the Imperium.
Dozens of Legion warriors lay in wait like stalking beasts, staring through narrow Observation Windows at the brightly lit Transport Ship Silent Carrier nearby, its interior already in chaos.
Beside him stood more than twenty equally elite War Hounds veterans, the Legion's foremost experts in close-quarters slaughter. Their Power Armour was covered in scratches and battle honours, and now stood as silent as its wearers, holding back a bloodlust that was about to erupt.
Their vessel was no conventional assault boat, but a small, bizarrely shaped craft modified with Adeptus Mechanicus technology.
It looked more like an enormous adamantium drilling machine fitted with crude engines and manoeuvring thrusters.
At its prow, an enormous, vicious drill head bristling with rotating teeth gleamed coldly in the starlight—a Battering Ram designed specifically to bore through the toughest starship armour.
When Griffins's order to begin Boarding flashed into the "drill's" receiver like an electric current, a savage grin spread beneath Khârn's Helmet.
"The time has come! Fight your way in! For Angron! For the Emperor!"
The roar of engines shattered the silence. Thick streams of plasma spewed from the drill's stern, driving this deadly "asteroid" out of the shadows and bringing it to maximum speed in moments!
It no longer hid, but became a meteor, hurtling straight toward the Transport Ship's comparatively vulnerable belt of flank armour!
"Full power! Drill through it!" Khârn's roar echoed through the cramped compartment.
The enormous drill head at the prow began spinning madly at a devastating speed, letting out a shriek that pierced the void.
Like a hot knife through butter, it drove brutally into the