Finding the forr Imperial Navy Battleship would have been quite hard without the aid of a certain C'tan, a cheater who cheats and can look through stable Warp Gates to observe a different part of the galaxy as if using a telescope.
It was simply laying in orbit above a Maiden World nad Dread Pearl, and inhabited by the descendants of the Navy crew, all kinda crazy and useless to .
I decided to simply deposit the forr crew on the surface, hid the giant ship in my Tesseract, beside the Blackstone Fortress, and continued on my way, heading towards the Ork Worlds of Hundred, Undred Teeth.
Left unchecked, these Orks would certainly beco a dangerous pest, and they already had thousands of small ships and a couple bigger ones, for example a Space Hulk called Fist of Gork and a massive Battlekroozer nad Da Wurldbraka.
None of the humanity's forces in the Expanse would be able to deal with them, and that left .
And here, without any witnesses I could cheat too.
Entire Ork planets beca empty while the system's sun grew a bit brighter for a second. No doubt the Orks would spawn again, or appear from a Warp Rift, but not these. These Orks burned as sacrifice for the good Emperor of Mankind, Adam, First of his Na. It seems he really was that Adam too, since he was quite old.
My tesseract captured the Ork ships, even Da Wurlbraka, but that Space Hulk was still too massive for my powers. We had to break it into 30 fragnts, before the Tesseract was able to lock onto the shattered pieces and bring them in.
Expensive use of torpedoes and Nova Shells, but just the tal alone could serve to construct a thousand battleships.
I'll have to inventory the contents later, as there was too much. An entire Astartes Chapter fleet, with full stores of Land Raider tanks and Thunderhawk gunships and power armor suits, but no sign of people aboard those 66 mangled ships. The Fire Hawks Chapter too.
I didn't really need all this, but if the Emperor wanted to give gifts, I could only humbly accept them. I knew those guys were just fine at the side of the Emperor, in an undead-burning-immortal-angel kind of just fine.
Unceasing Duty, in perpetuity for the Legion of the Damned.
Was I too jaded? Perhaps, but the horrors of the 40k universe were starting to get to .
Even more so when my fleet stumbled onto a trading void-station filled with desecrated bodies and bloody marks of chaos rituals. I could only send the station into the sun, and vow to avenge their deaths.
I did have Navigators after all, and a couple of them could track 'scents' in the Immaterium.
By next week, we found them, a Chaos group called the Saynay Clan, ford around a band of traitor Space Marines and a dozen Chaos cultists, dealing in slaughter and ritual sacrifice.
Then even had a decent sized fleet, four battle barges and 30 cruisers plus 200 escorts, but that only fed the nearest sun with extra atoms to burn.
The sooner I had enough Blanks to fill all the Astartes Chapters the better.
Not that I wasn't doing my fucking duty every single day, with seven won in a row, and the sa for my children, and their children. We all worked hard to save the damn galaxy, and all I heard was that I was too lucky!
It wasn't luck that brought here in the blasted Expanse, hunting down traitors and Orks.
Anyway, it was ti to head back, and steal one last battleship, the , ignored Port Wander and its fabulous wonders and headed straight for the Corruptis Warp Rift in the Antian Sector.
"Captain, there is a Demon World behind the rift. It's called Braxas and...can't look anymore. Horrible things there, as you can imagine." The Navigator spoke on the vox channel as my fleet held station so 40 thousand kiloters away from the huge purple rift.
I couldn't imagine what the Navigator saw, but I trusted him enough. If he said it was horrible, it was possibly much worse.
So I glanced to the side, where Veteran Brother Semnai was clenching his left fist so hard that his glove was creaking.
"Wanna lead a deep-strike and burn that place, Brother Semnai?" I asked a bit curious.
The man turned to stare at for a second. "If that's how you decide to spend my life, Master Lancefire." he replied while his eyes began turning black. Maybe a tiny bit too angry?
I nodded cheerfully. "It will be amazingly fun, and you get to launch an Exterminatus on a Demon World! What say you?"
"I say...it better be the best fun in my life, my lord. I never had a lover though...too late for that, huh?" the Veteran Lanter mused lancholically.
"h, I don't recomnd Ogryns. Maybe a catgirl, we have catgirls, right?" I wondered a bit confused.
"Felinids, my lord. Your wolf would be more acceptable." he answered with a nod at Canis, who tilted his head in confusion.
"Not sure if cats or dogs are more acceptable for heretic relations. Better stick with Orgyns. So of them are even smaller than you." I comnted wisely.
"Woof!" the Space Wolf agreed after asuring the Lanter for height.
"For the Emperor and the Primarch!" Semnai proclaid and smacked his chest loudly.
"Give them hell, Semnai!" I answered with a grin.
In an hour, a sacrificial corvette with an Exterminatus warhead entered the rift, carrying Brother Semnai, while I struggled to follow him with the Sounding Board's empathic tracker.
"It's a very long rift, my lord" he muttered while purple walls flashed by.
"Keep your eyes opened for any ships. We always need more ships." I advised him seriously.
"Seriously? You're trying to loot more...I think that's an Apocalypse-class battleship." Semnai muttered as the corvette passed the old relic.
"Stop and touch it. With your hand." I demanded on a whim.
"That's insane! This is a Chaos Warp Rift! There might be a billion demons outside the hull." the Lanter lanted in despair.
"So? You have a Null Wand and your body can withstand the vacuum for hours." I answered without any worry.
"The Emperor protects!" Semnai grumbled as he parked the corvette beside the battleship and opened a hangar door to the void.
"This is fun, my friend. Now touch it!" I demanded again.
"This is not fun! It's freezing and my skin is stuck to the hull!" he yelled in my mind.
"It's only a flesh wound. Now...let's see...twist, drag, no. Not working. Back to your original mission, Astartes! We'll have to tractor the battleship out with chains." I said in a sad voice.
"If I hadn't lost my dermis for this, I'd be laughing, my lord. Haha. It is a bit fun!" the Astartes Veteran quipped at my misfortune.
Damn tesseract couldn't grab things from another dinsion, which sucked though.
Chains were so mundane!
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