Well, looks like I owe my chief science officer 200 currency units and a round of Tau'Shi'T'koreth Galactic Dumplings now.
With the Necrons phasing out, the force-field that had sealed the orbital away from the universe flickered and went out, leaving only the station's standard gravitic shielding in it's place, now running on emergency power. Watching from the bridge of his flagship, Kor'O'T'au Kais'Y'eldi'Aloh saw the crawling layers of obsidian necrodermis that had encrusted the orbital's surface wither and crumble away, and knew that it was finally safe to reactivate the more advanced systems on the vessels of K-42. After everything was re-connected and reactivated, the two Gal'leath class starships on either side of the orbital began to move into close proximity with it. For as long as they could, they would act as makeshift docks to facilitate the extensive repairs needed as well as the - perhaps even more important - dismantling and removal of any technology suspected to have been corrupted, to be replaced with entirely new components to make sure no trace of the subversive virus remained in the system. Mantas and orcas began to move to and fro between the two gal'leaths and the orbital, bringing with them supplies, re-enforcements and material needed for repair work, and shuttling out the wounded.
The invasion had seen a truly horrific loss of life. Without being able to land small craft onto the station consistently, evacuation of non-combatants had been impossible, and the orbital's civilian population had been massacred, with only a small fraction of the pre-battle compliment surviving. Much of the station would be in mourning for many kai'rotaa afterwards.
Unlike the previous two attacks, there was little joy to be found. Many of those who survived felt relief more than anything, and the tales they told were done so solemnly - they had after all just fought a brutal, gruelling struggle fighting with little more than basic weapons and wits.
The Shas'vres and Shas'els of Kakapo cadre went around to each unit and collected the structural analysers for returning. They had served their purpose now, there was little use in keeping them.
And on his flagship, the Kor'O wondered just what it was about this orbital that made it attract so many invasions...
Meanwhile, on the orbital, Tael awoke, slowly, in a daze. His head was pounding and every inch of him was sore, but he was alive. As he regained his senses, memories came flooding back to him - mechanical monsters, unspeakable horrors..
At once there came the sound of a number of footfalls outside... wherever it was he now found himself. Judging from the size it was likely a large storage cache. slowly, carefully, he reached for his tools. If he had to die now, he certainly wouldn't make things easy -
The door opened abruptly, and he was greeted with the sight of four Fire Caste warriors in worn combat armour. He recognised Kakapo and two of the Firewarriors under his command. He struggled to make the words, but there was no need.
Kakapo passed down a cup of pech-cafe for him.
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