"Understood, Brother-Sergeant," Vindicca replied as he flicked off the safety and activated the weapon's plasma generator.  The plasma gun's machine spirit responded.  The weapon came to life at once, suffusing his body with a white glow from the white-hot miniature star within.  "For The Emperor!" he bellowed as he aimed at the grav-tank.  At once he let loose with plasma bolts, aiming towards the center of the Falcon's turret.  The onboard Pulse Laser could easily punch through Terminator or even Rhino Armor.  It needed to be disabled quickly.  A Plasma gun could do it, but it required a bit of the Emperor's luck.  "Emperor, guide my hand..." he intoned in a short prayer.