Thraxius groaned like an old engine that had fallen out of tune, his eye rolling in its socket.<em>"Omnissiah preserve us, if that obscene ship isn't irritating!  Leave it to the thrice-blighted heretics and their false gods to concoct such a childish eyesore."</em><br/><br/>He came up behind the gathered group, vox clicking with satisfaction as the<em>Dis</em>and<em>Arterial Spray</em>vanished from the screen.<em>"Bunch of cowards.  I say we reduce whatever allies of theirs that weren't smart enough to run away with their tails between their legs into a pool of molten sludge."</em>