Alt version: no airducts or tunnels, no security doors, different soldier deployment.
Captain "Broken Knife" Gabriel, commanding officer of the newly-renamed Terminator company of the Dark Angels - Deathwing - inspected the squad in the boarding torpedo with pride. The polished white finish of the recently-recoloured Terminator suits were nearly dazzling. A battered transport ship - later identified as The Spore - had dropped out of the warp less than a week ago and recently had drifted into the fringes of the section of space near the Dark Angel's headquarters, an area the Chapter was reponsible for patrolling. A preliminary reconnaissance team had returned just over two hours ago. The news they had brought back was horrible, but not unexpected: the ship was overrun with Genestealers. The Marines' primary assault wave met with heavy opposition, but eventually a bridgehead was established. The secondary wave landed and, without sustaining any serious casualties, advanced through the primary bridgehead and formed a perimeter defence. Intelligence reports began pouring in. Cyber-Altered Task (C.A.T.) units sent back information confirming Gabriel's fears: the chance of total decontamination of the ship was reported to be "very low". All available data suggested that the total annihilation of the ship would be the most prudent course of action. Gabriel realized, however, that if the Terminators could obtain a copy of the ship's log, the Inquisition would be able to retrace the course of the ship and investigate all planets along that route as possible sites of contamination. Intelligence reports suggested that the possibility of such a log existing on board the shop was extremely high. Gabriel made the decision without hesitation. He could not allow the plague that had nearly destroyed his own home planet to inflict itself upon the rest of the Empire. Just as under Cloud Runner's command it had saved his world and his people from oblivion. Deathwing would now be able to save the worlds of others. And, as he refused to ask another Marine to perform a job that he wouldn't personally do, Broken Knife would lead the mission himself. He glared levelly at the Marines arranged before him. They were each as prepared for battle as a Terminator could be. He sat down next to the pilot and strapped himself in. He gave the order and the torpedo blasted away from the Imperial vessel and into the endless darkness of space. Ahead, the infested ship loomed largely. The other torpedoes in this, the tertiary wave, had already docked. "Onward to honour, brothers. We shal eradicate the Genestealer threat. Onward, for the honour of the Emperor, our people, and our Chapter. Onward for Deathwing!" .
