As the Aquairre moved near the chaos ship, a pit formed in Baromir's stomach. They still needed auguries to enhance the image on the main pict screens, but the resolution was sharp and the blasphemies carved and placed into that fel cruiser were all too vivid. "Feh. Im with you, Thraxius, that thing is vile."<br/><br/>"You heard the Captain! 10 Thrones to each man on the crew that scores a hit on that bastard of a ship!"<br/><br/>32/40 Put your Backs into it! (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25155)<br/><br/>Baromir switched back to his work at the comms as the shots flew towards their marks, "Concordia, what are you planning in regards to the Attica? We would assist if possible."