40 Thousand Reasons Chapter 67: Farseer

Ti passes so quickly when you have fun, and I did try to have as much fun as possible.

Simply holding my eyes closed, beside the Sounding Board in the Pharos and observing the galaxy and the people living in it was fascinating enough.

I even teleported a few grenades to help so desperate guardsn in so place, the shrapnel of those krak grenades exterminating an Ork band and their battlewagon.

But I couldn't effect true change like this, the galaxy was too big and crawling with all kinds of enemies, inside and out. I could only have fun.

For example, I stole a ." the Eldar confird with a proud voice.

"Yes, those craven Eldar are known predators upon the humanity. And now you co claiming salvation, when deep under the magma lies an imprisoned C'tan. Thus, your craftworld is condemned, by word, action and by intention. Rot in Hell!" I exclaid while activating a warhead and depositing right on top of the confused Farseer. I bet he didn't see that coming.

In quick succession, I delivered 30 more plasma warheads inside all the Eldar ships, causing imnse damage to their delicate conduits and circuits, and eliminating the officers and their entire bridges.

Then I began flinging Krak grenades in the engine rooms, massacring their engine specialists and preventing them from fleeing.

And then I returned to the Canticle, slightly wobbly on my feet.

"Must have been a long piss, Lord Pef." so Battle Brother joked in a knowing snicker.

I punched his pauldron in return. "Have you grown a pair of balls, Astartes? Very well, there is a squadron of Eldar ships in need of cleansing. Stand by here for deploynt."

The big space marine just nodded and checked his combi-bolter. "Fast buggers, the Eldar. " he comnted with grim determination.

Soon enough, I returned to the bridge and sat in my command chair. "All ships, battlestations! Tactical teams prepare for boarding."

Then I turned towards the surprised clansman at the Vox console. "Send them my reply, cousin: We're coming to talk, lower your shields and prepare to be boarded."

Astartes Certes traded sothing with his buddy. "I get to board the long-ears, you stay and defend the Captain." he proclaid proudly and ran for the door.

I just sighed inward. Damn kids with big guns. But they'll do for now.