The massive ships entered the Warp. To the Navigator it was all going accordingly, nothing major. Then, in a blink of an eye the ship began twist and turn. His head began aching, and his minds-eye was fogged, and all he could make out was Warp energy swirling in manners that threatened his sanity. Colors mashed in an astounding hurricane of ether. His throne room shorted, the glow globe hanging in the middle of the room exploded; only his burning Incense candles were left a lit. He began howling in pain as blood seeped from his eyes, and his body convulsed. A Warp Storm! A sudden Warp storm, appearing before anything could be done. The fleet was in a middle of an eldritch, swirling, deadly Warp Storm.

Consoles on the decks shorted, Servitors malfunctioned and the screams and howls of Serf crewmen and Naval armsmen could be heard in the bawls of the mighty Emperors Might. Brawls broke out and men driven insane by such proximity to the Warp storm. And then things turned for the worse, the Gellar Field malfunctioned and exploded, taking several decks with it. The Enginseers and Techpriests manning it were disintegrated.

Several other decks erupted abruptly in Warp hull ached as lesser Daemons clawed at it.

The Bridge was better off than the rest of the Emperor class Battleship.

"Throne, what was that!" Admiral Carius yelled

"The Navigator is not responding. It is very possible the Vox Spirts are refusing to comply, I'll have my Enginseers look into it-" Valusat was going of topic when the ship shook violently again, "I believe we are caught in a Warp storm! The Gellar field has failed! We are trapped, trapped in the blasted Warp!" Techpriest Valusat replied.

Then, as soon as it had began it ended and the massive fleet ships exited the warp.

"See! We should have attacked! Now the prey has escaped!" The Haemonculus stated.

"Patience, the prey have avoided the inevitable, for now. Enter the webway."

One by one the Dark Eldar pirate ships entered the webway, disappearing from sight.

The Imperial fleet was spat out back into the cold, black void of space.

"Where are we?" was the first thing Admiral Carius demanded.

"I am unsure, Lord. Our sensors and Vox's down." His loyal Techpriest answered.

"Status?"

"Crew casualty reports coming in from all over the ship, we've lost nearly a third of the crew-- including the Navigator and Servitors."

"And the ship?" Things weren't looking good.

"As I've said, Vox and sensors are down. We have short range Inter-system Communications, one moment please..." Techpriest Valusat punched in several runes on his console; the data he requesting being directed feed to him via his neural linkage connection,"Generators are running on low, repairs are being made."

"How long for the repairs?"

"Uncertain for the generators, approximately five hours to get most systems functional, if I divert all the Techpriests and Enginseers."

"Do it"

It wasn't long ago Enginseer Ronus received his new objective; reestablish connection to Vox and senors. He was laboring over an exposed circuit. Luckily, the damage to the systems were minimal, the main issue was that they were knocked out of alignment during the storm and sudden drop out. Sparks exploded in his face as he was working.

"Ronus, status on Vox and sensor?"

"Yes, Techpriest. System damage minimal, main issue's the alignment. Should have them realigned in half-an-hour."

"Good, check in when finished. Others system could use your attention."

The Enginseer got back to work. He had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

Unknown to the Imperials, the Tau'ri ship, Prometheus, was dead in space, with the three Goauld Ha'tak attack vessels surrounding it. They'd lost weapons and engines during the initial conflict, and now were hanging above Latherus; a Goauld controlled planet

On board the Prometheus things were a stir. Personal moved through the corridors in large flocks to places that needed attention. On the bridge the assembled SG-1 was waiting. Waiting for something they could do,. Jack was there to kick ass, not wait idly stranded on a ship. Daniel was their to do what ever it is he does, Teal'c just stood there. The only one that had something to occupy her time with was Samantha Carter. She was busily typing into a console before the ships appeared.

At first the sensors went off the charts, then a massive ripple of purple exploded out of space. Shaking it spat out one ship at a time. The spacial rip was interesting, but nowhere near as much as the ships. They were huge! Even from such a large distance she could make out the enthralling Gothic architecture, (something Daniel was immediately interested in) and what could have only been massive guns.

"Whoa," commented Jack O'Neill."Those aren't Goauld. Carter-"

Carter knew what he was going to ask,"I have no clue who those belong to, sir."

"Well, then lets just hope that their on our side."

Carter got busy scanning the ships immediately after they dropped out, and now the scans had finished. The ships were massive, and numbered around 24. The smallest were around a Kilometer, the largest ship being a massive 30 Kilometers. To her surprise the scans couldn't penetrate their thick hull plating.

What? she thought, how's that possible? That material would have to be incredibly dense...

She then took a good look at them.

The first ship was large at a full 8 Kilometers. It appeared damaged, fires raging across it's Gothic hull. Several smaller ships clung close to it. The other ships were more impressive, if such a thing's possible. One a huge blockish ship that could almost only be a transport of some sort. It was colored a rust red, and larger than the first. A half-human, half-Mechanical, skull encircled by a gear was emblazoned on the next ship was... strange. Carter couldn't put a finger on it, but the next ship just sort of seemed to excrete dread and sorrow. It was pitch black in color with a stylised I on it's prow. That was all the detail she could take in before she began to get a headache.

I wonder what those symbols stand for...

On board the Ha'Tak vessels everyone paused to look at the massive intruders. They were truly impressive ships that appealed to the Goauld's sense of power, domination and intimidation. The only thing is that this time, the Goauld were intimidated. The most intimidating factor was that they clearly weren't Goauld, or any other know ship. The only thing that they bore resemblance to were the Tauri ships. And that, is what worried them.

Their self-proclaimed God, Kronus, sat on his throne surrounded by his most loyal Jaffa. He wouldn't show it, but he was afraid. He had lost Hyper-drive capabilities, power was almost completely drained from his ship and was venting atmosphere. Their was nothing he could do but wait and see.

Enginseer Ronus had completed his assigned duty. He was wrong, it only took him 23 minutes and 17.63 seconds, precisely.

"Techpriest Valusat, the systems are calibrated and aligned. The Machine spirits await your command."

"Very well Enginseer, report to the Generator rooms and see if the the Spirits will comply at 40% output."

"Aye Lord."

...

Admiral Cairus was in his command chair. His Servitors and crew working at their best to bring the Emperors Fury back too 100%.

"Admiral, Vox and Sensors are back," retorted the Techpriest.

"Very well, I want a full sensor sweep of the immediate area."

"Aye," he punched various runes on his console. Deep in the ship the generators fired up putting in the energy required for the sensors. Several beeps indicated that they were not alone, "We have several ships to our port side. They are small, escort size, and pose little threat. I believe we should attempt to contact the Inquisitor before we do anything more."

"Agreed, Vox the Inquisitors ship," the Admiral straightened out his well fitted uniform as the Inquisitor appeared once more on the Tactica screen.

"Yes, Admiral?" He questioned, an unmistakable hint of stress in his voice. Such a thing in someones voice can speak volumes.

"As you may be aware Inquisitor, their are four unidentified ships in our vicinity."

"Yes Admiral, I am aware," the Inquisitor took a dramatic pause," We lost several ships. Most were Escorts, but also the other Emperors Class Battleship,".He added "As you may know" to the end of his statment, with emphasis on the "you" part.

"I did not know that." He curtly addressed the sensor report. As surely as the inquisitor had said, three escorts and the Battleship were missing. This was unfortunate, but he had job to do, he reassured himself. He gave a quick prayer that the poor souls on those ships could find their way into the Emperors light. "Thank you for the information. Now, what is the status of the rest of the fleet?"

"Various Void shields failings and minor system damage. Nothing that can't be addressed."

"Understood. What should are next actions be?"

"Admiral! Three of the unidentified ships are moving towards us." yelled a crewman from some annexes. Surely enough, the Inquisitor's ship was the first to react.

"This is Inquisitor Caron Vaelois, Ordos Hereticus. I greet you in the name of the God-Emperor, now Halt your advance and state your names and business or be fired upon." The Inquisitor sent the communique to the awkward pyramid ships.

The response came quickly. The man looked rather old with gray hair and the wrinkled complexion. He was draped in a simple enough white robe in a lavishly decorated room. If the mans dress did not tip of the Imperium, then the Jaffa certainly did. Wearing their grey armor with heretical marks on their foreheads. "Bow before your god,Kronus, Tauri!"

That was all the Inquisitor needed. His comeback was quick and simple, but held all the power and intimidation that only the Inquisiton could muster. "Pray for mercy to the Emperor, Heretics, with your last breath." he cut the feed and addressed his crewman. "Open fire. Obliterate the two ships, leave the flagship crippled."

The Grand Cruiser's Lances struck out. The Ha'tak's shields flared in a desperate attempt to hold back the massive amount of power behind the lances. The attempt was futile and the Ha'taks were blown apart. The last ship that was supposed to be disabled was cut neatly in half.

"Draw us closer, I want that ship boarded and that Heretic brought to me, now!"