Decades have passed since I last visited Forge Tigrus, so when I appear in the system I don't get a warm welco.
Hah. Warm welco...like laser hot.
There are a dozen of my cheap corvettes patrolling the system outer edge, and they show signs of repair. lted holes barely patched and missing the normal ornants of the Imperial Navy.
Even my cruiser has a cathedral on top, because it's the fashion.
A pair of space fighters co about and escort into dock, refusing to discuss the cold treatnt.
Could it be they figured it out? That I stole their atomantic reactor design?
If Gyron was here he would know.
"Lord Ludvaius, what are our chances if the chanicus are hostile?" I ask in private.
He just stares at . For a minute.
That bad, huh?
We land to et the Fabricator, but are received by a
Her hand trembles a little, spilling the tea.
"No wonder that Blood Angel was ready to die for you...really important, it would seem." she murmurs to herself, wiping away the tea with a telekinetic wave.
"But then, where would I find an Ordo Xeno Inquisitor that might listen to ? Alas, I'm out of luck!" I complain and sip so wine in victory.
She grins at with eyes only. "You weren't spanked enough as a child, Pef Lancefire."
"My mother left . Then my father died. I had to improvise." I quip in return.
She nods solemnly. "We will need a big fleet."
I don't have a fleet, but I know who does.
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