I slept like a baby afterwards, since the ntal energy I consud was quite exhausting. For a re mortal anyway.
But when I woke up, I saw Captain Raxiatel sip a little from my caf, possibly checking for poisons or other assassination thods.
Though job, but he wouldn't die of old age anyway. Plus poisons might not even give him a tummy ache.
Canis wled sothing long that should an 'Good morning, lazy bones' so I petted him for his loyalty.
"Caaaf" I uttered in my best morning zombie voice, afraid the miraculous cure will be drained by my guardian angel.
But the hateful Blood Angel just waved the steaming cup a bit, forcing to leave the comfort of my fluffy Captain bed and crawl towards the lure.
"You should not beco dependent on this cheap neurotoxin, Lord Lancefire. If there are battles to be fought soon, we will need your brains at full capacity." he announced in a serene voice and gulped the precious liquid in a single slurp.
I crashed on the carpet in defeat, while Canis wailed in despair beside .
The Blood Angel was right of course. I already felt the sanguinary transformation affecting my brain, and the Juggler scanned every night to provide dical updates. At least I didn't have to waste ti in a dical pod, so it was convenient.
But he didn't have to tornt with the enticing sll...
Sighing deeply I stumbled in my shower for a quick refresh, letting the water cool gently until it beca icy. As effective as caf, if sowhat less pleasant.
Another flip and warm air bathed my body and left dry and clean and most importantly awake.
"What is the largest enemy around here?" I asked the Astartes as I began dressing up for work. That ant a thermal sleeve suit, and then my looted power armor.
"What do you an, my Lord? Hive fleet Kraken or sothing like that?" he asked to be sure.
I shook my head and powered up the cogitator, loading the Ultima Segntum map. Then I traced an arc, centered on our location and reaching half-way to Terra, into the depths of the segntum.
"A worthy target for a deep Exterminatus strike. I tend to lean towards a Hell Forge, like .
Anyway, nothing I could do about it.
"I completely deny any allegations of such actions, Navigator. First of all, I'm a Blank. Nothing to do with Warp or demons or Immaterium currents, even if I wanted to. Not sure why you bla for all this?" I asked in fake innocence.
The Navigator glanced at Canis and huffed in annoyance. "Why are you in bed then?" he demanded in a lower voice, as his relic began to tone down the glow.
"Ask my doctor, which I'm not. Sothing to do with my body changing and exhausting myself with command. Or perhaps my concubines. Or my brain implant acting up. Possibly all three and more. I personally bla that Angel on Estaban." I answered in outrage. It was all true as well. Just not the whole truth.
Lord Holburn wasn't stupid, but he had no way to prove I was responsible. He snorted and vanished in a purple flash, because psykers.
The bodyguards shrugged and checked their bolters on reflex. Psykers had that effect on people, I suspect.
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