The second our fleet translated into real space, sensors and auguries switched to autistic mode. Then, we burned plasma at maximum and turned away, as exactly above us there were a dozen of the famous Universe-class mass conveyors, only decorated with the hated spikes of Chaos.
I had 10 destroyers and 8 corvettes, and my slightly more durable Canticle.
But closer in system there was the siege fleet from , the Primarch of the Word Bearers Traitors." Ludvaius told with a pat on my head.
I sighed inward.There was a Daemon Prince howling for my blood now. Or will be, as soon as he got respawned back in Hell.
"Lorgar wasn't so tough." I declared in a small voice. Really, he died like in 2 seconds. I kinda expected a Primarch to be stronger.
"Captain, the shuttle is ready to launch!" the flight deck declared loudly, as the bridge was kinda silent for so reason.
"Blow their reactor, and try not to die" I ordered the pilot.
"Sure thing daddy. By the way, I skinned my elbow earlier. Learn how to drive a damn ship!" my daughter Larrisa admonished , with the whole bridge listening.
I sobbed and leaned back in my chair. My reputation was ruined now.
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