Traveling through the Warp is a harrowing journey for any who attempt. Daemons constantly threaten to claw their way into the minds of the very people who guide the vessels through. The laws of physics do not apply here. Every unprotected thing gets warped and twisted into something unrecognizable. Including the minds of all who enter. Many ships have been lost to the chaos of the Warp over the course of the galaxy's history.
Lieutenant Kommander Vorann
AFL Mjolnir IX
Chaos Space
The navigator at the helm remained silent. Keeping the ship steady on its course through the turbulence of the Warp while scanning for the presence of the Terran minds was bearing a toll on him. As the time went on, the light of the other navigators' minds slowly faded from his mind as the ships spread out in their cone to search. The whispers from the dark began growing strength, approaching unbearable levels. And then there it was.
"Terrans detected, sir."
"Exit the Warp."
Mjolnir IX, along with several hundred ships, suddenly appeared at the Terrans' rear, swooping in from gaping portals to the realm of Chaos. Word was spread by the navigators for all ships to come and engage.
"Enemy is using subluminal drives," reported the tactical officer. "Capital ships have slowed down to allow the transports to overtake them. They're turning to engage."
"Raise shields and prime weapons. Maintain long range engagement."
"Aye, sir."
Shields were raised across the fleet present, and the hum of power began emanating from the weapon capacitors. The first volley struck the Aesir ships, shields weakening on all and completely collapsing on some destroyers. Capacitors filled, and Lance batteries fired from all ships at the Terran capital ships.
"Target their engines. I want them floating."
"Aye, sir."
More Aesir ships dropped into combat from the Warp from either flank like a steady stream and provided additional fire upon the Terran capital ships.