It was… gone
For a moment it would seem as though the moon cannon had completely obliterated both craft. But then analysis would show that there was no flash from the target area, not even the signs of an explosion or the target being vaporised.
Necron ship, and the OFC, both had simply gone as though they had never been.
They had escaped.
It was obvious what the necron ship had done, it had pulled the death ray inside at the last moment, and engaged its faster than light drive, leaving the Moon cannon without anything to shoot at. The laser beam had passed through where it had been, flash-vapourising a huge quantity of the ocean off the Land of Power coast.
It was a victory for the Turtleshroomers, in one respect, the Devil Hawses’ death ray was now out of the picture. But it could perhaps come back, not knowing where the necrons had taken it, who knew when it would return?
And for all that, the Turtleshroomers had fired on a necrontyr ship. What would the necrons do?
For now, it seemed that they would do nothing – another hand would do that.
Arda (Earth)
Turtleshroom Border
The Necrons had learned that the Turtleshroomers hated anthropomorphic animal creatures, calling them unholy violations of the Sancity of Man and Beast, for this reason, the anthropomorphic Mirkai Penal Legion were front and center, almost ten thousand of these ferocious bird-men, armed and hungry, who flew from tree to tree with whooping calls of hunger and hate.
Although they were expendable, the poorly armed birdmen were backed up with necrons, whose terrible weapons, when they hit a border guard, they would peel them away layer by layer, dematerialising the victim for storage inside the weapon and transmission elsewhere – to what terrible fate, no mortal knew – over the course of a tenth of a second. Witnessing it though, one could see skin, then fat, then muscle, then organs and finally bones vanish, leaving only trace dust and gas.
The hawkmen would at least only shoot their enemies; but the humans among the border guard would soon find that that was no mercy.
The thousands upon thousands of necrons were attacking supported by huge anti-missile weapons, ready to stop any aircraft or missile nuking them, and accompanied by droves of aircraft, as they laid into the border guard furiously.
Isil (The Moon)
The Night Scythe blurred down over the dark lunar landscape, its single rear facing engine glowing a horrific green as it shot over the ground, covering league after league as easily as a hare would bound through a field. Its pilot, a necron, integrated with the command circuits of her craft, she didn't need to move to pilot it, and even on the moon, the craft wasn't even sealed, her ruggedised chassis as hard as the materials the Night Scythe was made of.
The portal that opened up beneath it left a dozen necron warriors standing, accompanied by a lofty figure who carried a flared, staff. Tharnil ita Thurasid, Plasmamancer to Lady Cyash, pointed her staff as she and the explorer squad began to advance toward the Moon Cannon's position, looking to see if it were manned, and to disable any means it had of receiving instructions from Earth.
OOC: I was going to have the necron ship shielding the OFC actually survive, but that seemed... undramatic. Hope you don't mind me removing it instead, as that's... more fun than just going 'I survive.'
Arrow to the knee reference in the middle of a RP? 
THE WIN IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE. 
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