Amidst all of the fighting and explosions, I kept an eye for any useful loot, the Canticle augury scans flashing rapidly on my holoscreen and comparing the Ork ships with the Imperium's known ships profiles.
While from the front or side the vessels would be mostly unrecognizable, due to erratic weapons and armor plates add-ons improvised by Ork kboys, from behind the number and placent of engines was a dead give-away.
Cruisers of Mars and Lunar patterns, light cruisers and frigates, transport barges and ore haulers, even an just nodded calmly. "It is our duty, Lord Pef. Do try and avoid getting into more fist fights, if you can." he advised politely, and checked his combi-bolter the tenth ti.
I just waved him off. Your own Chaplain punched , you wise ass!
"You too, Ludvaius?" I wondered out loud.
"Stay safe, Captain" he replied with a serene voice.
After the space marines left, I turned towards the Ryza tech-priest.
"Magos, assemble the rest of the available servitors and tech-priests and secure the crippled cruisers.
Once the reactors are safe and powered down, we may begin cleansing the greenskins as well."
"Captain, that would leave the ship without vital security and tech support!" he argued just like I taught him. It made sense to have your subordinates point out critical mistakes, after all.
"All true, tech priest. But we are here at Ryza. I'm sure your Fabricator General will replenish my loses, once I gift him a ship or two." I replied a bit amused, pointing at the system map.
The tech priest blinked and then nodded a second later. "You are correct, Captain. A cruiser is worth a hundred tis as much as any loses we might sustain from boarding operations."
I know, my friend. I invented the gift ga.
Each capital ship salvaged would be a Favor with Ryza, and if they wanted the relic Grand Cruiser I would get sothing even nicer in return.
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