Checking the ti with the Machine Spirit, I found a gap of 13 seconds between my subjective mories and the objective tiline as recorded.
Chronal incontinence, they call it, when the present changes without anyone noticing it.
"There is a Blackstone Fortress to our right, Pef. It wasn't there before." Amberley remarked in a calm voice, although I could see her hand clench on the Null Bone Rod.
I checked with my eyes and the tesseract, to find the Black Lant had arrived during my power nap, or perhaps because of it.
Captain Chyron guarded the chanicus Throne, while a Blank pilot sat in the chair, right hand inserted into the control holofield and directing the mighty weapons.
Nova Cannons, lance batteries and a dozen other weapon systems battered the Tyranids back, but the main weapon was a black beam of death, leaving only dead corpses on its wake.
"Much better than a re battlecruiser, right dad?" Janice spoke in my mind, while her face lit up in a naughty grin.
The Fortress still lacked the carrier bays, but at least the three sectors that housed the weapon batteries were already operational and keyed to the command chair.
Well, Janice would be the most qualified person to sit in that chair, in the entire galaxy. For now.
"You'll have to teach Aeneas how to do that. Can't have an Adepta Tertia do such low work, after all." I comnted with a mild voice, while observing my daughter for changes. eting the Emperor rarely left soone unchanged, especially this Emperor.
Beside the new silver hair, she seed much more mature and perhaps even in pain. Deep lines of rictus and beads of sweat covered her forehead, possibly from battling the Machine Spirit of the ancient weapon, or simply enduring the backlash of that Immaterium beam.
"...Yeah. Maybe later. I can't stay long here. By tomorrow we need to depart for Ophelia. Not your Eldar friends though." Janice muttered with a frown.
We? I scanned the Blackstone Fortress to find a squad of Adeptus Custodes and more Silent Sisters guarding the most vital installations, such as the Gellar generators and the main reactor, plus the black beam's focusing crystal.
And they were not Sisters that I've t before, still using the old style armor and the ugly face masks. Most likely from the Luna garrison then, known as the interjected in a legal argunt.
"The Synod is gone, Sister. Primarch Guilliam, the Imperium's Lord Commander, has executed all those traitors three months ago, using the Emperor's Sword. Primarch Sanguinius is the new Ecclesiarch and the Regent of Terra. And I am Adepta Tertia, in charge of you, and the Silent Sisters as well. Isn't it wonderful?" Janice asked in an angelic voice, spreading golden wings of light behind her.
I vanished back on my Fortress, leaving Janice to show off her powers.
Damn it, Adam! You stole my daughter and gave her a ton of work. The Adepta Sororitas were everywhere, on every Imperial world, and even outside the Imperium.
I had hoped for an Inquisitorial Rosette, maybe a Lord Inquisitor rank...not a trillion nuns with guns.
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