"In groups of three! One Sister support two Astartes!" I command them as reinforcents begin teleporting in.
This seems to work nicely, except for Chaplain Delos who cannot use his powers anymore. Thousands of demons there may be, but my forces are the equivalent of several normal Astartes Companies now.
They have the best weapons, armor and shields I could find or steal, plus immunity from Warp spells or curses. In less than an hour, the temple is secured and my dear Hestia closes that Warp Portal simply by punching it.
"Well, Captain... It appears your Rogue Trader instincts were right on the spot. We have recovered 14 more special blades, and there are stairs leading into catacombs. Permission to explore?" Rafen asks in a cheerful voice, and twirls his new polearm to find the right balance.
I consider it for a few seconds, balancing risk vs benefit. Nah, better sell the location to a Forge World, and let them expend a million of skitarii battling whatever monstrosities were waiting below.
Perhaps one of those Ultima sector Forges I haven't contacted yet. Going to have to befriend them too, and soon. "Place a teleport beacon plus a demon warning asking for a portable Gellar field, and return to your posts. You had enough fun for a single day." I order them, as I begin to grab each triplet and deposit them on the Serenity.
Only Alena is not very happy, because she wasn't allowed to go. Still a Novice, and no need to risk her.
In a decade or two she will gain the expertise in weapons and handling armor in combat. Just like I was, training an hour or two every day with the master-level warriors of the Blood Angels.
"You will have your fun tonight, in bed." I promise her instead, and that seems to work as well.
"Of course I will, Lord Pef! You better show those other bed tricks, not just boring baby making." Alena demands in a petulant voice. Soone has been chatting with my cute nurses, Helena and Catherine, I see.
I don't really mind...she does make the most enticing noises after all.
By the ti my other ships arrive, 3 days later, I have stored 3000 Tyranid ships in my labyrinth and convinced Fidelia and Letitia to join in bed. It is rather fast, but the sooner we start pumping babies together, the better. The galaxy depends on us.
A dozen planets get to et my fiery retribution as well, including the Ork capital of , but those things are ard with few effective weapons. Scalpels, flails and venom are not the way to go against a battlefleet, as they soon discover.
I only vanish a few of them for trades, and allow the fleet to exterminate the abominations with furious judgent. Volcano lances and plasma cannons,missiles and lascannons strike in huge volleys, and even a torpedo or two at the largest targets.
More and more Kabals and Covens arrive so I decide to block a few webways with a dozen Tyranids bioships. Scalpels vs maws that can eat starships? Enjoy the pain then.
A few hours later, the Dark Eldar begin to retreat, and we continue behind the Avatar's fleet, with another Exterminatus incinerating Port Blackblood and all its horrors.
Enjoy my present!
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