Over the next year, the Crusade proceeded as planned, not that the Tau were able to match the array of forces deployed against them.
My forces advanced as deep as , 114 Kill Kroozers and 577 Ork Eskorts captured, in exchange for four frigates and seven corvettes lost by the Crusade.
Although I allowed Blademaster Khan the honor of dueling the infamous Ork Boss, he was still upset. I just made sure the Warboss wouldn't run away. Which feat, would be difficult without legs.
"You lted his legs off!" the White Scar Captain complained while holding the head of Ghazghkull in his left hand.
I shrugged innocently, and nodded. "This Ork has escaped from Primarch El'Johnson at Armageddon. Fast on his feet, or so I heard."
A soft snort from Lady Valeyne warned I was stepping on thin ice with the lethal sword master.
"Stop helping, damn rookie!" the Blademaster grumbled and kicked the head away in disgust.
The giant head rolled for a hundred ters and fell off the deck, then bounced away towards a trash chute that would be emptied before we departed the system.
I kept watch in disbelief with my tesseract vision as the head continued an unlikely adventure to escape my ship, then bounce off towards a lifeless moon in the distance. One of my patrolling corvettes clipped the Ork head and changed its trajectory towards a chanicus shipyard where the techpriests were already working to restore an Ork Eskort to its forr Imperial destroyer status.
With a raised eyebrow, I kept watch, and followed the rolling head as it was once more clipped by a construction robot and rolled onwards towards a dical ward.
I an, there is luck, and then there was this. I didn't doubt Ghazghkull would manage to restore himself to life and escape, if left alone. Damn critter was already getting his head mounted on a defective servitor!
I snapped my fingers and deported the Ork head and the traitorous servitor into the sun, then kept watch for a few seconds until they got vaporized.
A second later, I stepped away and out from my power armor, to enjoy a warm shower and then a whole day of sleep. Major battle were still tireso, especially when splitting my attention a million ways to keep watch over my troops and enemy movents, not to ntion stealing ships and exploring hidden vaults with the tesseract.
I had barely landed in my bed, when the door opened to allow Lady Cassandra, my Navy Admiral into my room.
"Yes, my lady?" I muttered in a sleepy voice.
"What can I do, to be given this captured battleship?" the Lady Admiral asked in a straightforward voice.
I grumbled a tired "Sleep" and drifted off.
Minutes later, a soft body climbed beside in bed and hugged tight.
I think I heard an amused snicker from under the bed, which I promptly ignored.
A dozen hours later, I opened my eyes to stare into the dium bosoms of my Admiral, who was already awake. "Cassandra?" I uttered in fabulous logic.
"I did what you asked, my lord. Is this enough?" she asked in a coy voice, glancing down at her chest.
I sighed inward and poked her breasts in revenge, then teased a pink nipple between my fingertips. "You don't need to sleep with , my lady. And you already have command over a hundred capital ships."
Instead, the woman glared at for a long minute. "Maybe I do want to. Maybe I also want Blank daughters that get to roam the galaxy freely, and commanding their own battlecruisers." she answered in a soft voice, and stretched her hand to grope at my biceps.
Well then. Put it this way, I could spare a battleship for the mother of my children.
"Becoming a Lancefire is dangerous." I warned the woman before she took the last step.
Cassandra snorted and climbed on top of with a wry grin. "We've been to Hell and back already. I think we're way past dangerous by now."
I grinned back and drew her into a kiss. I never slept with an Admiral before.
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