Sotha had been declared a Dead World by my Rose following the Exterminatus we had conducted on the poor planet.
In theory, this ant nobody would be around to check on it, plus there might be so escaped Tyranid organisms around...in the asteroid belt or such.
I wasn't worried about the Pharos installation, because its living rock bunker was made to contain a god, or at least the fragnt of one.
But three weeks later, I was proven wrong.
A dozen Scythes warships were prowling the Sotha system, including a Battle Barge, and the idiots were even trying to land and excavate the entrance to the Pharos, using heavy tanks and exoskeletons on top of their power armor, called a . And even if I might succeed with a deep strike modelled after the Deathwatch, there was no real need. I had the ans to exact retribution right here.
"Please be quiet, both of you." I murmured while delving deep into the Pharos powers. The teleport function worked backwards too, and you could bring sothing to you, if you knew your target well enough. And I did.
In a flash, the Cyclonic torpedo aboard my Canticle materialized inside the Pharos chamber and I started working, using my Rosetta to activate the catastrophic warhead, releasing the safeties one by one.
After a long hour of tense ordnance activation protocols, the twin-stage warhead activated and began humming ominously. A short prayer towards the Emperor, for success, and the torpedo vanished in a spacial distortion.
I felt tired suddenly and fell into a groaning armchair left behind from the previous visit.
"There we go. Ghalk should be purified in three...two..." I muttered tiredly as the Pharos link with the device vanished abruptly.
Struggling to keep my eyes open, I tried to locate that corupted Forge World but there was only fire and screaming souls in that spot.
It probably worked.
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