With a twist of my left glove, the Ordo Xenos Inquisitor is frozen in my labyrinth, because I have need of the Pharos, and no need for foaming at the mouth extremists ready to flay alive for my heresies.
I know I should be able to use the tesseract to teleport myself anywhere, sa as the cheating Trazyn does, but I am still learning how to use it, and I suspect my dear skeletal friend didn't give the complete instruction manual.
"Co, dear Fidelia. Let introduce you to my crew, and observe the battle with the Hive fleet. " I say gently once the hug becos too long and perhaps uncomfortable.
We walk onto the bridge hand-in-hand, just to preempt any zealous bodyguard from overreacting.
"Pef! You found another Sister!" Alana exclaims and rushes to embrace the stunned null maiden. She'll get used to hugs soon, I suspect.
"Lord Pef! I thought you took a break, not gallivanting after more wives." Ludvaius says with a smirk, but still holds a thumb up.
I just shrug as if this was normal. "Blank kids need mothers. I do my duty, just like everyone." I explain without actually saying anything of importance. This always works, even now.
Then I examine the fleet situation, and the state of the battle with the xenos. More Nova shells have been fired at concentrations of Tyranid ships, and lta torpedoes on the largest exemplars.
Weapon batteries and lances keep blasting away, from our fleet and the besieged defenders of Sotha, and the Hive fleet is getting slowly reduced in numbers.
Very slowly, as even inactive the bioships are quite difficult to kill. "Signus, co to the teleportarium. We need to beam atomic warheads inside these larger bioships before they recover and eat everyone. Otherwise, great job, crew. Stay vigilant!"
With a plausible reason for my absence, I leave the bridge again, followed by my bodyguards.
"Teleportarium...you wouldn't try to run away again, Lord Pef?" Ludvaius wonders and pokes my pauldron.
I grin mischievously. "Perhaps I will hide away with a Silent Sister sowhere. They are famous for keeping secrets, after all. Even the Emperor had a legion of them inside his palace. And not just for their voices." I reply with a teasing hint.
Fidelia stomps her foot and glares at for my heretical words. "You think the Emperor, used to bang a legion of Sisters?" Rafen asks, just to make sure.
Well, I'm not going to answer that. I an I will, but directing the revenge onto another target. "These days, there is a branch of the Inquisition, called the . " Trazyn warns in a categorical tone.
I turn off the link, and stare at the Mighty Zarhulash.
"You were saying sothing about a trade, Mighty C'tan?" I ask in fake innocence.
This being is still alive and can still feel fear. I know it, because I can see it in his eyes. Whatever Trazyn does to enslave his C'tan shards, it must be horrifying enough to induce such fear, into soone tortured by an Inquisitor for years without anything sign of discomfort. I suspect he was only mildly annoyed.
"Of course not, Pef Lancefire. You are a rciful being, worthy of praise among the stars. I shall endeavour to aid your Exterminatus warhead reach Port Carmine, in the Webway. Purge the Dark Eldar!" he proclaims valiantly. Soone has spent too much ti with the Ordo Xenos.
Ludvaius coughs in surprise, and a soft breath enters my ear from Fidelia's side.
Oh my! I think soone is in love.
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