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The Archon's impact was enough to push the gunship back slightly. The other stormtroopers began wildly firing in the archon's general direction, panicking. The pilot quickly readjusted the course of the ship, perhaps a bit too quickly. The gunship spun out of control, spinning wildly. Some of the troops clung onto their seats for dear life.

The gunship came crashing into the barge, smashing directly into it, and spewing it's contents inside. The stormtroopers were strewn about, dazed and confused for the time being. The Inquisitor slowly stood up, dusting off his robes. He gazed about, at the unusual interior of the ship, feeling a sense of overwhelming disgust. "Damn xenos" He cursed. He quickly looked to his men, or what remained of them.

The stormtroopers quickly regained their bearings, they were pointing their rifles in every possible direction, waiting for an order from their Lord Inquisitor.

"Go" Throgar said, "Go locate the power core. I trust you can deal with that. I shall face the Archon on my own." He nodded to them.

The squad saluted their leader, before quickly heading off, hellguns at the ready.

The interior of the dark eldar barge contrasted greatly with the wreckage of the Imperial gunship. The pilot had been skewered by a large piece of shrapnel, and his co-pilot seemed to have been flung out of the ship during the constant spinning. Erratic sparks emitted from the crash, and the impact had produced a column of black smoke, which shrouded the entire corridor.

Throgar clenched his fists, he knew the Archon was here. There was no way that creature died in the crash. He knew that he, no, it would be coming for him. Throgar raised his storm bolter, and readied his arm flamer.

"Have at thee, vile Xenos."