Tyla shakes her head "A stunner won't work. We need heavier guns..."<br/><br/>She looks at the Ensigns, and smiles. "Welcome. I'm Judge Tyla Walker, and our 'expert' on the hostile."<br/><br/>She examines the picture. "It's a Dark Eldar, female I think. Before Earth even had sentient species, her species, the Eldar, had a galaxy-spanning empire. Technology far in advance of that thing out there" She nods at the Bismark "Or even Drake. It was an enlightened culture, but hedonistic. It's this hedonism that's turned them into two factions; the noble, if arrogant, Eldar, who are scattered in slowships and dying, slowly..."<br/><br/>She sighs. "And them. Dark Eldar. The Fall of the Eldar was caused by the birth of a God, Slaanesh, an evil deity dedicated to pleasure, pain, and hedonism. It likes to eat souls, which is why the Eldar wear soul-capturing devices on their armour, and why our Dark Eldar friend is here. If the Dark Eldar don't divert its attention, it wants to eat their souls. Expect no mercy from this hostile. She worships Slaanesh.<br/>Whatever you do, don't get captured or you'll be dragged off to their city and tortured for thousands of years. We cannot run; its ship will be faster. Our only option is to stick together as a team, and fight it. Together, my friends, we stand. Divided, we will fall. I suggest broadcasting a challenge to her, tell her we're ready. And then we hunt her down. Every one of those bastards we remove from the galaxy makes it a better place."