The ship turned and lurched.  A behemoth that flowed with seeming grace and skill at the hands of her pilot, Katarina, was how someone might describe the image.  Across the bow rolled the hulk that had served as cover, unveiling a pair of alien ships that stared down at the frigate with malice.  Torpedoes streaked past, exploding against the hulk as they sought to clear the debris and make their own shots.  Arban could feel the Warp, see the currents in a way that few could understand.  He saw the channel opening up before him and washing over their opponents.  There was turbulence here and he could sense the effect of the poor position.  At his words the shift lifted and moved, Katarina feeling the ease suddenly with which she could maneuver as if a weight were taken from her vessel.  Around her the ship shuddered as a barrage was unleashed from above her position.<br/><br/>A collective cheer went up among the gunners.  The macrobattery slammed home with four rounds.  A flicker of energy saw one bounce across the shield of the vessel while three more struck home to tear open the hull of the ship in quick succession.  Flames launched upward in a brief display of power as air escaped the vessel and fueled the unnatural act of fire in space.  Yet the damage was not done as the quiet hum of the lance flared to life and launched outward in a display that was at once invisible until striking home on the enemy ship.  Three blasts ate away the hull of the alien vessel, searing through armor and plate with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel.  Sweat seemed to dry in place on the face of the woman that had her face set to the desk a moment ago, her eyes nervously going to her commander before tracing back to the screen.  Before them all the ship began to break apart, lurching to the side as it made an attempt to limp away.<br/><br/>As if in angry response the other vessel launched forth another barrage of its own weapons, the void shield deflecting one torpedo before another slammed home against the side of the frigate.  Katarina felt the control shake in her hands and one other pilot let go of his controls as if startled by the sudden jolt of painful pressure.  Seda could almost feel the machine spirit cry out in pain, shock and anger at the insult to its metallic body.  Yet when the readings came back the armored hull remained intact.<br/><br/>----OOC---<br/><br/>One ship down, one torpedo dodged and a hit struck with no damage.  Next strategic turn.