The engines roared when they got back to life. All the ship trembled, and the voyage back home started. Many Battle-Brothers were took directly to the Medicae, and others were summarily executed directly for they lost all their remaining sanity. Many had nightmares for years, and the damaged wargear was considered lost in many cases.
The ship sailed slowly between the Warp Tides, following them throught the calmest ways. Something was sailing them alongside the Argentean. Something that looked like a Slaaneshi whale.
"Weirdest. That's what it is"
"Are you OK, sir?"
"Yes, I am. Thanks for asking. ETA?"
"Like 2 days, sir."
"How many time have we been down there?"
"A couple of weeks"
The serfs in the bridge started to creep. Dataslates showed something moving behind the ship.
"SIR, SOMETHING BIG IS BEHIND US!"
"The fucking whale?!"
"No, I'm reading energy levels as high as the ones of a space station, sir. Definitively not the whale"
"Damn it. Options?"
"General Quarters, and run as fast as we can"
"DO IT, DAMN IT!"
The ship's alarms rang, and everybody went to their battle stations. The ship came to a halt, engines at maximum and everything nominal, but the ship remained stopped.
"WHAT THE..."
"Calm down, Linares!"
"DAMN IT, ROMERO. DAMN IT!"
A battleship stopped right besides the Argentean, the gravity grasp still holding the ship with iron grip.
The ship was identified as one of the Forge Lords' Glorianas, but no records existed of such technology being ever implemented in their ships.
"Options, sir?"
"Gotta get the hell out of here."
"Yessir, but how do we do that?"
"Let me think... Toaster, energy readings?"
"Still space station-tier high, sir"
"If we destroy their generators, we win."
"And how do we do it?"
"Deep striking with Termies, Romero. Deep Striking..."
"That will certainly sentence them to death"
"They, or the whole ship"
"Understood..:"