Captain D'Algou's cruiser was in the Patrol Group's lead. Therefore, he was among the first to die. An explosion tore out the armorglass in the ship's bridge, shrapnel and molten metal peppering everyone on board. Other explosions tore out the Avenger of Light's flank, gas and coolants spewing out of its side like blood from an injured voidwhale, speared it through its back. Fires erupted through several decks. Captain D'Algou was no longer alive to see the flames consuming weapons hangars and decks.
Worse awaited yet. The Void Spear's drives detonated violently, bathing the Saint Catherine and Avenger of Light in a torrent of bright-white plasma.
Saint Catherine shuddered as the waves of missiles impacted her, followed briefly later by the wave of plasma fire. Secondary fires erupted within her, ammunition stocks detonated. As its enemies watched, it ejected its damaged plasma drives, to avoid the same fate as the Void Spear. It could no longer communicate, could no longer send out a even mayday, much less fight. Its crew fought valiantly against the fire, but even had they won, the best they could hope for now is wait for rescue.
Aboard the Avenger of Light, the situation was even worse. Over half the crew had been wiped out by now. For those within who were still alive, a more terrible, more vicious battle remained.
For the menials aboard the ship no longer wished to obey. The Captain was dead. The First and Second mate were dead. Why would they serve now, men whose authority was unclear, who had flogged and tormented them for years, who had led them into the very maw of death itself? Others pointed out their duty was not to Captain D'Algou, it was to the God-Emperor himself, that to rise up was a crime not merely against the law, but against all that sustained mankind.
Thus, fear turned to panic, panic turned to mutiny, mutiny turned to slaughter. Whips and cutlasses, boarding shotguns and lasguns, hand-grenades and chains were wielded in the depths of the burning ship, sailor against sailor, and the blaring of alarm claxons became the backdrops to the sounds of battle.