Own a musket for ship defense, since that’s what the God Emperor of Mankind intended.

Four Chaos cultists break into my ship. “By the Throne!” As I grab my Powdered wig and Birmingham MkII pattern Musket.

Blow a Scrumball sized hole though the first cultist, hes dead on the spot. Draw my plasma pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because the machine spirit is having a bad day and it hits the neighbor’s cyber mastiff.

I have to resort to the Heavy-Stubber at the top of the stairs loaded with explosive rounds. “Tally ho lads!” The explosive shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and shrapnel sets off alarms throughout the ship

Fix bayonet and charge the the last terrified heretic. He bleeds out waiting for the Inquisitors to arrive because triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up.

Just as the God Emperor of Mankind intended!