NationStates Jolt Archive

The sputtering teeth of his chainsword mercilessly cut through another vile creature. His blood red power armor was covered and stained in gore and the red thirst had overtaken him. Captain Rikis of the Blood Angels was in a fight for his life. The genestealer scum had attacked his strike cruiser from an unknown source and he was outraged that such vile xenos filth had the nerve to dare look at his ship let alone attack it. The strike cruiser Sanguine Cry was now adrift in space and her crew were under attack from hordes of the filthy creatures that must have hidden themselves somewhere deep in the unknown bowels of the ship. The massive gothic cruiser was silent and what remained of her crew fought for their lives against creatures able to tear through their power armor. He snapped off two rounds with his bolter allowing the strength of his primarch to fill his mind and focus him. Drawing his chainsword quickly across to cut another fell beast in twain he soon realized they were actually driving the foul creatures back. He had only half of his company aboard the mighty vessel and what remained of the survivors were creating a defensive position on the bridge and surrounding corridors. They were in great need of assistance as much as he hated to admit it. The mighty gothic warship was heavily damaged by the attacks of the genestealers who had managed to do severe damage to the engines and many of the subsystems including weapons. His mighty vessel had been layed low by this vile xenos filth who should have never been able to do it. Another came close and his bolter reacted with the Emperor's fury and the mass reactive shell detonated in the creature's chest splattering gore and carapace agains the walls. He called to his brothers, "Get these corridors sealed off dammit!!!" And as he yelled his cry to his battle brothers the mighty blast doors slammed shut sealing off the forward advance of the filthy xenos scum. He hit the button on the comms board and the distress signal was sent out. He silently hoped an ally would respond before an enemy.

This is the strike cruiser Sanguine Cry of the Imperium of Man we request any and all aid.

The Phyrexian ship, by pure coindidence (Read: Deus Ex Machina >_>) fell from its portal almost directly on top of the Gothic cruiser, its impressivly spikey hull blotting out the stars as it circled around the larger ship like a barricuda considering a wounded fish.
After some consideration, the ship responded to the cry for assistance, a message which consisted of something like this:
"Ssschk'k'aaat? SSSSsssskkkkkkhhhhtttttt? Assch'ki'ta'kkkkkkt'sckt' riiiii'kt?"
It was obvious enough that it was a question of some sort, but, beyond that, translation would prove difficult.

OOC: I assume this is open?

OOC: Yeah it is

IC
Captain Rikis heard the message crackle across the comm but he had never heard the language before in all his time in the Imperium. He looked to the comm board and activated the ancient Dratherian Universal Translator and broadcasted a message, "Please repeat your last message! This is Captain Rikis of the Blood Angels Legion defender of the Imperium of Man. Please respond."