There is a lesson in my mother's actions. This ti it was a soporific drug, but an assassin could use sothing much more lethal.
I can't help but be a little wary of her, as the notion that I have a mother near was so overwhelming I forgot her true identity.
How much of her helpless act was a farce or real?
Decima holds out a cup of real caf, in the morning. Ship morning anyway, since on Sotha there would be all the ti zones at once.
"Thanks love." I say with a grateful smile.
"All the officers on the ground are dead." she announces in a grave voice.
I frown and power up the implant. All of them?
"And their replacents?" I ask with trepidation.
"Them too. So type of Tyranid monkeys with sharp claws. They can tear through tank armor."
I hum to myself, scrolling through my ntal database. Genestealers.
Luckily, the grenadiers and the armored regint's officers were simple nobles or promoted veterans.
"The Battle-brothers lost many of our own, Captain. The tyranids almost broke into the fortress-monastery. Without the unexpected arrival of your personal guard...well. It would have been much worse." my own Astartes guard explains in a calm voice.
I know that voice though. Ludvaius uses it when death is near.
With tyranid access to the Scythe Chapter's geneseed banks, I am afraid to contemplate what could happen. Genestealers could manufacture or grow at least Titan-sized organisms, but in the millions.
As bad as they are in space, the damn Nids are a thousand tis worse on the ground or even deep underground.
At least this wasn't a Hive world, so civilian losses are comparatively small, despite the wide scale destruction.
"I need to speak with the Chapter Master." I tell Ludvaius in-between gulps of warm caf. Not quite coffee, but close enough.
He just stares at .
"Dead?" I ask in surprise. The old marine Commander was a legend from the old tis, a contemporary of Primarchs and the living Emperor. He couldn't die so easy.
"The Tech-priests have recovered his brain and allowed him to speak once more. But Oberdeii refuses to be sustained by a tal body. He nad Captain Thorcyra as the new Chapter Master. Xenophon, a , the God of Death. Not sure why, as Eldar are beyond just like Necrons. Perhaps a test, or stirring more revolt and bloodshed."
Rose is still an Inquisitor, and an Ordo Xenos at that. "There is only one true God, the Emperor of Humanity!" she yells at in a pysker scream.
"There are other species in the universe, my dear. Yes, we have our Emperor. But Orks have Mork or Gork, the Eldar have others...even the Blood Angels have an incipient divine spirit: the Sanguinator. Not to ntion the great enemy." I say in a peaceful tone, and sipping more caf.
Sadly, the drink has gone cold, just like my Rose.
"You want an alliance with the Eldar? The treacherous, slimy, craven..." The Inquisitor growls and seems rather pissed.
"I am not that important, my Rose. I know of it, but nobody asked . It will happen anyway, at levels high above ours. The point is, the Scythes will follow into Hell for this. And we get to exterminate a million Tyranid ships." I tell her in a soft voice, and draw her into a hug.
Slowly she calms down, and resus her normal deanor. "Into Hell. You're bolder than I thought, my dear trader. And I suppose you want to join you?"
I kiss her neck and ear gently. "You need to think bigger, my love. A revived Primarch as a test. Who else is wounded to death?"
Rose tenses in my arms, and grabs tight. "Truly?" she asks in a breathless voice.
"Eventually, yes. And even then, that's only one goal of mine. You felt the Shadow in the warp, right?" I proclaim in a level tone.
"Damn tyranid ability. It's horrible!" she says with revulsion.
"Now imagine humanity, with the sa power. Immunity to Warp and demonic influence. No more mutations. No more sorcerers or xenos starting cults with fake miracles." I whisper as my hands grope and squeeze her full buttocks.
"Like mother, like son, huh?" she growls in my ear and bites it too.
I fall on the bed and begin kissing my Rose all over, exploiting the mont for fun and profit.
The Inquisitor is more skilled and better trained, so I quickly lose and get ridden like a bull. I don't mind losing though.
Much later, she rests on my chest and thinks it over. "We depend on psykers for galactic wide navigation and communications. If we all beco Blanks..."
I caress her soft back, where scars can still be felt from so intense surgery or torture training.
"Yes, we do. You realize all of that is going through the enemy domain? They can see everything we send via astropaths. They can see our ships and what's inside. They can see into our minds and souls. And they can change it with so effort. We resist with prayer or logic, with Gellar fields or phase iron, but it's not a good strategy, is it?" I wonder out loud.
"What else can we do?" she asks in a mont of weakness.
Well then, my beloved Rose. Glad you asked.
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