While our troops and ships at Sotha prepare for the next inevitable invasion, I return to my favorite pasti.
And since the planet is an agri-world, there are dozens of STC templates that I can obtain and engineer, as well as test and donate my other designs to the farms and rchants.
Of course, a normal Rogue Trader would try to sell such machines as luxuries and receive millions of thrones in return. But my goals are much, much greater than re peddling goods from one system to another, like most Rogue Traders do.
Good will is also much more precious.
A squad of Scythe space marines join my retinue without paying a single throne. Lead by a slightly rookie Captain Mansirius Thrasius of the 3rd Company, this squad is tasked with keeping the secret of the Pharos, by guarding my person.
It is called the , and try to obtain so more ships." my beloved Inquisitor muses out loud.
I hug her naked body closer, and draw her into a long kiss. "The weasel guy?" I ask to make sure.
"Careful there. He will be an Inquisitor soon enough. A few more missions to harden himself. However, your mother is hopeless. Decent assassin I suppose, but she needs constant guidance and support." Rose murmurs in my neck.
I sadly have to agree. Justine is scared of her own shadow. Literally. Her Blank aura terrifies her, although it is such a potent weapon against all the Warp monsters or Warp users.
The similar tyranid ability is called a Shadow in the warp, a warp presence that can blockade entire star systems from Navigators and astropaths.
Now, if only I can give humanity the sa ability.
"My mother should not be wasted like this. I could use a thousand brothers, just like ." I mutter softly, and notice Ludvaius perk up at once.
He thumbs up at secretly, though Rose can obviously sense his movents.
Rose hums inward, then turns to look at the Blood Angel marine. "Like him, you an. But sane."
I nod in silence. Sanity would be great.
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