The Adeptus Mechanicus priests began to stir, standing to their feet like the dead rising on Judgement Day.  Inquisitor Durke crossed his arms, allowing a lift he was standing on to lift him up and away from the Servitors around him.  "Just as planned."  The lights began to flicker and INTERFACE_UNIT_113 flailed its tentacles about, desperately flipping switches on nearby consoles.<tt class="bbc_tt">"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?  THIS COURSE OF ACTION WILL JEAPORDIZE THIS VESSEL.  PLEASE CEASE.  PLEASE CEASE.  PLEASE CEASE.  PLEASE CEASE.  PLEASE Ceas4543!!$%$*(pageref=13.41)_-@?"</tt><br/><br/>"Don't speak, you'll find that your systems are already scrambling."  Durke announced, while a pair of white robed figures flanked him, standing to watch the doom of the machine.  "Each of those armsmen you killed had a bloodstream full of autosanguine holy machines, each designed to cut through your nanovirus and eat into your core systems.  The High Factorum's efforts were all that were needed to tip the balance, and cause your own virus to attack you.  Accept your place in hell, heretic.  Say hello to your father for me, Sylvia!"<br/><br/>The entire engine chamber quaked with rage, everything that could explode exploding, even as nearly all the servitors dropped dead, aided by a vicious flanking attack from Sister Erica, as she ran directly into the machine's kill zone, singing a hymn to the God-Emperor's wrath.  INTERFACE_UNIT_113's shell completely broke open, as the machine completely exposed its core, a three meter plasma reactor with the words<tt class="bbc_tt">FINAL SOLUTION</tt>stenciled on it.  A young girl was chained to the plasma reactor, and her screams became audible as the shell pulled open, leaving the machine's true form exposed; a massive atomic furnace standing on four stocky mechanical legs, ready to bring death to its enemies.  The reactor began to charge and overload, as an emitter tip charged with massive amounts of sickly yellow energy.<br/><br/>"Now's your chance!  The core is exposed!  End this!"  Durke ordered, while his bodyguards pushed him behind them, ready to take the brunt of the machine's renewed assault themselves.<br/><br/><br/>On the bridge, Lord Tarsus opened up a comm channel to send a shuttle to the Ignomious, when Cortez' voice overrided the channels.  "Everest gun-cutters: belay the order to board the torpedo tubes of the incoming destroyer.  I want you focus all of your efforts on assaulting the bridge of the vessel!  Tarsus, I'm taking our shuttles to take out that bridge.  If we disable the core cogitator, the entire ship shuts down."  Cortez said, as the shuttles launched.<br/><br/>"Looks like our esteemed Rogue Trader already has a plan."  Tarsus said a bit nervously, watching the<em>Reliquary of Alexander</em>quickly close in on the Chaos battlecruiser, even as the evacuees from the<em>Ignomious</em>suddenly redirected themselves towards the<em>Kobras Aquairre</em>.  The flagship effortlessly ducked and weaved away from the Ignomious' laserfire, even as the ship's servitors reloaded the torpedoes and got ready to deliver a knockout blow.