"In the ruthless universe of the far future there is only war."
That is something that Kanan Scott knew very well. After two hundred years or more, as he never counted, he thought that his death would give him the opportunity for eternal rest in the...
The marshal's shout traveled through all the communication channels of the flagship of the human fleet. The battle in space had become total chaos, and what were once majestic ships of impeccable Gothic beauty had now become dented pieces of metal that were trying their best to continue functioning.
When the Ork ships came within firing range, both fleets began firing everything they had. The two fleets, although young and inexperienced, had impressive firepower that shook even the warp itself.
Acting as the flagship of the Empire's navy, was a formidable battleship Emperor, the one from which the marshal watched the entire war scene in great detail.
Featuring five turrets, cannon batteries and fighter hangars to port and starboard, and batteries both aft and bow. Its imposing helmet was titanic, and along the front it showed glorious red armor with the iconic head of the imperial eagle as decoration. Your name. The Impolutus. Flagship of the Calixus crusade.
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??????: - Maximum power to the starboard shields! Hold on tight! -
A woman's voice echoed through the command post and spread throughout the ship. The Marshal may have been in command of the entire crusade, but no one could quiet the voice of Admiral Vasikila Kozlov on his own ship. Don't be fooled by that beautiful face marked by scars and marks from previous combats. Well, this woman's anger was the last thing you wanted to experience in this galaxy.
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The huge ship shook violently as something colossal impacted on the side. The systems failed, the lights flickered trying to stay on, the deafening echoes of the artillery pieces ceased, and everyone feared the imminent calm.
Soldier: -Admiral. We have been approached. We registered orcs in the middle area of the hull. -
Vasilika: - Let the gun regiments come immediately. Don't let those damn xenos step on my precious ship. -
Soldier:- Yes ma'am. -
Vasilika:- Let two revenge cruisers get into position and destroy that damned eyesore from the outside! Cut off other ships! Keep them away from the main fleet! - He shouted with his marked accent.
