The Lance-fire of the Everest tore into the front section of the Ignomious, and utterly annihialated the torpedo firing mechanism, leaving the ship's primary weapon utterly useless.  The voice of not-quite-cortez again came over the vox, even as Cortez' strikeforce drew closer.  "Exactly as planned.  This is a good time to inform you that I've engaged the vessel's warp drive, and that any hostile interaction will result in warp eversion, taking all of your shuttles committed to my attack in a single blow."  In the background of the transmission, the clinks of shuttles docking to the bridge pylon could be heard.  "Hold your fire and give me a chance to take this guy out!"  Cortez yelled over the vox, while the battle for the<em>Ignomious</em>began.<br/><br/>Down on lower decks, Harlock was rushed to the medi-bay, and given an emergency operation.  Dozens of tubes trailed from him, while the Genetor did its messy work.  Thanks to the red alert, he was injected with an emergency stimulant the minute he was capable of surviving conciousness.  "Welcome back, sir.  We had to replace your heart and eight of your ribs, but you should be near full combat functionality in a few hours, thanks to the miracle of the Omnissiah."  Genetor Anthium reported, watching Harlock wake up in a pile of his own blood while a few of his less neccessary vital organs hung in jars around him.  "From now on, you should avoid unusual energy surges, and if a warp daemon ever offers to change the past so that the events that led to you getting an artificial heart never occurred, shoot him in the face."  Anthium read from a black book that detailed the standard medical precautions given to people with new cybernetic implants.<br/><br/>(Jason Harlock gains the talent Autosanguine)<br/><br/>On the bridge of the<em>Everest</em>, sensor operator Kim carefully spooled through the ship's records on her data-slate, and tracked down an anomaly.  "Sir!  It would appear that the battlecruiser was generated by our own core cogitator, then fed back into our sensors through some manipulation of the engine-assembley.  I've called our techpriests to exorcise the daemon which infected the ship's machine spirit, but until then, we won't be able to trust our sensors, it would seem."<br/><br/><br/>"Your assault will fail.  Trust me.  It will fail.  Surrender now and I'll give you back your Rogue Trader alive, and I won't even replace him with an evil doppleganger.  Attack, and watch your warrant get sucked into hell."