The space marines were constantly cutting enemies to pieces with their chainswords and shooting their bolt weapons causing horrific mini explosions in flesh. Some were even taking advantage of their great strength and literally throwing Hur'q bodies into the remaining lethal force fields, or using the Hur'q's own weapons on them, all while the auto turrets that hadn't been destroyed were firing, sometimes even through my holograms. If we survived this day, the ship’s internal security forces would benefit greatly from all the combat data they were acquiring. Connected to the ship as I was, I could literally see the dynamic coding evolve as they figured out which strategies were effective against this enemy, becoming more efficient killers (especially of Collectors) each minute the battle went on.
“FOR THE GLORY OF THE GOD EMPEROR, LORD GOTHIC!” the space marines bellowed in voices filled with reverent worship and bloodthirsty joy, as two space marines worked together to pull a Collector literally apart, like they were finally getting the chance to serve me, to worship me by killing in my name. “DEATH TO THE XENOS!”