The already classic 'cause a problem, beco the solution' should work just fine.
I even had a friendly Inquisitor and an Ark chanicus on my side, eager to help repel the invading Orks.
I think Rose glared at for a second, when the alerts blared with warning of an impending Waagh. Sure, it was rely a fragnt of a Space Hulk and a hundred ships plus hundreds of Roks, but their Ork Boss was determined to loot the force-fields, and his underlings obeyed without question.
Mind-controlling the Ork Boss was kinda difficult, but a vague targeting direction could be given through the living rock wires in his brain, just like I did on Footfall. It was even the sa Ork, because learning how to control another one would be tireso.
"We head for the cog-hummies! Waaaagh!" the boss yelled invigorating his frozen boyz.
"Waaagh!"
I leaned in my command chair as the vox ssages for any help were typed and printed on the holoscreen. Radio silence was very useful for monts like this.
"What say you, Lady Inquisitor? Should the defenders of humanity intervene, or do we wait for the Emperor's Tarot to decide?" I asked in faint amusent.
"... This is not as funny as you think it is, Lord Pef. There are over 100 billion, maybe 150 billion people on this world. The slightest disruptions in production would cause trillions of thrones in damage, not to ntion famine and riots once services stop working."she explained in a grim tone.
"Exterminatus then?" I proposed with a shrug.
"This is not Pythos. And I'm sorry your efforts were wasted on that world. I'm certain you could have saved the planet and the locals...if you had a free hand." the Inquisitor murmured in a softer voice.
You bet your bouncy ass I could have. I had already beaten Chaos and the Orks. But alas... the Grey Knights are morally grey.
"Anyway. Permission to pacify this world, Inquisitor?" I asked in a somber voice.
"...Try not to kill everyone." she murmured in a cold voice.
"You heard that, Brother Semnai? As long as a single local survives, we're good!" I shouted towards my Captain.
"I'll try to restrain myself, my lord. I'll head down with the troops then." he replied in a level voice, and possibly not amused at all.
I closed my eyes and began scouring the Hive World for secrets and loot, while Chaos cults were either peppered with grenades, flicked into the sun or onboard the Orks ships to give them sothing to do.
Landers filled with my own tech-priests and servitors began landing at the major Hive Cities, and kept disgorging combat-servitors, supported by Ard Sentinels and recon drones.
It was all a show anyway, as the lower Hive levels were already being flooded with narcoleptic gas bombs and even more servitors and tech-priests.
Sa for the crashing Roks, that didn't hold thousands but millions of Orks, all eager to obtain the force-fields of the cog-hummies.
Was I being a calculated bastard? Sure I was. But the STC force-fields found on Vigilus were kept secret, when they should have been shared with all the Forges at least, if not other Hive Worlds too, plus the Astartes.
Magically, more and more Orks began bypassing the defenses of the local tech-priests, especially around gaborealis and the Turingsbane Datahives, the two main centers of the chanicus on this world.
In the chaos of the invasion, most of the ancient devices and cogitators vanished, while crude Ork bombs detonated among the invading Orks, spreading flammable gas and shrapnel.
My Knights and Titans landed to defend the periters, along with my armored forces while the Lanters Astartes bravely entered tunnels and conduits to exterminate the green scum.
In other Hives, my tech-priests and servitors were already hard at work, processing the gangers and other criminal prisoners into more servitors with crude hypno-cants and lobotomic macroconversions.
A single Ork Rok landed on the Pyroclastic Districts and detonated with the power of a dozen plasma torpedoes, incinerating the radical cultists lead by . It is not really a weapon though, but sothing between a Greater Demon and an Empyrean One." I explained drawing out Abaddon's sword, who changed shape into a lance in my hand.
Not all that funny, you crazy demon, but I was nad Lancefire here.
"How are you not dead? The thing reeks of Warp and death!" Trazyn yelled and drew back.
I twisted the weapon and drew a line on the green floor. Blackstone parted without effort, scratching a deep gouge on the floor and leaving a small tear in the stasis field.
"Warp, you say? Is it good to eat?" I wondered a bit amused, and vanished the weapon back in the tesseract.
Weapon test complete, and nobody saw it.
Then I took off my glove, and held my left hand in front of the frozen Custodes, watching the golden veins start glowing.
"What is that? I am positive you're not a psyker!" Trazyn shouted and stepped back again.
"My hand is special. But you see, there is nothing to fear, Lord Trazyn. Co, show the orange monkeys now." I spoke in a gentle voice, holding my glowing left hand out towards him.
I wasn't sure if my eyes were glowing gold too, but the Necron was certainly impressed.
"It's true then. You have so kind of special blood. Uh, I had so many plans for you...gonna have to cancel them now." Trazyn muttered a bit dejected and poked a wall to reveal the Joakero rooms.
Now this would be interesting. I wondered if they could speak, or be mind-controlled. I could use my personal Jokaero.
Reviews
All reviews (0)