Captain Aphael from the Blood Angels arrives one day, and brings with him Ludvaius and Rafen, which is great.
"You got your own Chapter, I see. Not bad for a whiny trader." Rafen comnts wryly at my pretty Astartes armor and Sanguinary Guards.
"It wasn't my idea, you know? They kinda forced into this. And the Angel showed up to enforce the claim." I defended myself while shaking hands with the three of them.
"You've grown taller, Captain. Still got that baby face though." Ludvaius observes smartly. Well, he does have savant implants, so it makes sense.
"Ladies love it, so I can't complain. I'm not like you guys, impregnating n with your seed. I'm modest like that.'" I laud myself while Chaplain Delos slaps his helt in despair. Probably shouldn't have said that out loud.
Captain Aphael simply smiles serenely and gestures aside. And thus, we seclude ourselves in my Master quarters, which might be inspired by all those Fabricators I have visited, thus it has at least a thousand relics and armor bits for decoration.
"Nice quarters, Lord Pef. You almost get the feeling right. But the baby face spoils everything." he comnts in a joking tone.
"Did I get so gene-seeds?" I ask more to the point.
The Astartes Captain picks up a Grav-gun and plays with it, possibly trying to scare . But I fear nothing, because I cheat.
He gets frozen in my tesseract while I restore the weapon on its mantle and sit at my desk, and then unfreeze him. "Gene-seeds?" I ask as if no ti as has passed at all, or he got lost in thought while I moved around.
Being mysterious is a bit risky, but this ti it works. "I have heard of your 'strange' powers, Master Lancefire. Brother Ludvaius was adamant about that, and our new Librarian phiston agrees. The Angel watches over you...which is not a bad thing at all."
"One day...I will reach the sa size as a Primarch. My mind grows in strength every year, and so does my body. And for that, I can only thank Ludvaius, for calling that Angel. How is phiston, did he take the spear yet?" I ask as if it has already happened.
Captain Aphael sighs, and looks around my quarters again. "Not yet, but I believe it will happen soon. They are still testing him for corruption. The last adventure of Brother Arkio has made everyone paranoid, and that Chaos Sorcerer in our dungeon doesn't help at all."
"Still got nothing out of him? His na is Fabius, of so traitor legion. I hope you did chop off his limbs at least. The only use of those limbs would be to escape, right?" I ask rhetorically. His face tells they didn't consider it.
A bunch of childish naive idiots, all of them.
"That's...so dishonorable...and logical. Raised by a tech-priest, and it shows." the angelic Astartes comnts in a sad voice.
"I wouldn't care if that guy gets to the grail and steals the blood, except my kids are there. If they get killed by your stupidity, I will retaliate. What about the accomplice, that whatever guy who invited the sorcerer inside your fortress? Still alive?" I ask curious.
Captain Aphael blinks and stares at for a minute. Seems they didn't even investigate the cri...oh well. No wonder Inquisitors could play these naive giants like puppets.
"It seems I need to return to my ship and place an astropath call to our fortress. Wouldn't want your sons to die for our stupidity. I hear a lot of places got exterminated without warning." he says a bit wary.
I smiled politely. "Commorragh was the most difficult. Will have to turn my attention on them again, I heard of a Drukhari raid on that Agri World... It seems they didn't get the ssage, so I'll have to insist." I muse to myself softly.
Astartes have great hearing anyway. I'm sure he got the ssage, unlike the crazy Dark Eldar.
Then again, I was an Angel of Death now. Might as well prove it, with so death and mayhem.
Not right now, because I wanted to finish this then, he felt similar to Zarhulash, the C'tan from Sotha.
I was pretty sure the C'tan could have won easily, but perhaps it wasn't often the Necrons let it out to play.
A salvo from a Gargant passed right through the C'tan and pulverized a few Necron divisions, as the Crimson God beca phased and untouchable.
Perhaps he was worried I might use so psyker power?
Necrons were still vulnerable to that, and so were the C'tan.
"Captain, do we engage the Orks?" I heard the gunnery officer ask in anticipation.
I held my left hand up for silence, just as Alana tried to speak. "Wait...they have a C'tan. I want to see what it can do."
The ship's holoscreen couldn't get the high detail I could observe via the tesseract labyrinth, and most of our long range auguries were slightly distorted by the Waagh field or by so Necron dampening field..or both.
Then sothing flashed on board an Ork Kroozer, and down on the ground a large Ork boss appeared via teleport.
"Necron God! Fight ....good fight! Waaaagh!" the idiot mushroom scread as his orkish underlings cheered him on.
The Gargants stopped firing and a sort of impromptu ring ford with the C'tan and the Ork Boss inside.
A giant lighting claw stuck the C'tan in the chest, and the Ork tried to head-butt the larger enemy in mid-jump.
And then the figure smiled, with red teeth. "I do enjoy a good fight, but most of all, I enjoy bloodshed." the C'tan replied politely, ignoring the arcing voltage and the adamantium spikes stuck inside in his stomach.
Instead, the Crimson God grabbed the Ork by the rusty spiked shoulders, and kept him in mid-air with the trailing chains...and then ripped the Ork Boss to shreds. He was still smiling, like this was a great day.
I sighed inward. Damn boss had been too weak.
Fighting resud, but without much coordination for the green mushrooms, especially as the Ork ships began vanishing from orbit. That might have been my fault, but I'm not sorry.
In an hour, the Gargants were destroyed and the Necron armies began advancing, massacring million after milllion of greenskins, their gauss rifles and many other weapons no longer ineffective.
I decided to risk it. A flick of my gloved finger plunged an Atmospheric Incendiary torpedo right on the other side of the planet and exploded, rapidly igniting all the air and biomass and spreading fast around the globe.
"My Lord, that seems to be an Exterminatus!" Chaplain Delos observed in horror.
"Please make a point with that. All I see is two xenos fighting each other. Exterminatus is the correct sollution, as per the Codex, isn't it?" I asked in a sterner tone.
I waited for the flas to engulf the smiling C'tan and then I tried to wisk him away in my labyrinth. An imnse headache blinded , and the golden being vanished, falling though the ground towards a tomb deep underground.
Damn it! I have failed.
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