Chapter 102 No Turn Back
The ancient hull of the Raging Storm shook slightly, and her subspace engine was making final preparations.
Except for some of the mechanical priests of the chapter who need to travel around the subspace to chant scriptures and incense to appease every machine soul in this huge battleship and ensure that they can safely take everyone on the journey. In addition, other members of the Order of Mars took their positions in the engine room, which was hot and noisy enough to damage a mortal's unprotected skin and hearing within minutes, using ancient binary chants and machinery. The cult’s special incense and oils are used to soothe the ancient and manic machine spirits.
The navigators on each ship of the expedition fleet gathered together and prepared their own strength one by one according to the procedures. The equipment inside the navigator's bubble would twist their strength into one, and then Connected to the huge subspace engine of the spacecraft, the third eyes on their foreheads began to observe the light that traveled through the galaxy and was emitted by burning souls on Holy Terra, preparing the final and most important preparation for leading the fleet into the subspace. protection.
It usually takes a long time to find a specific ship target in the vast desert of space. Some inquisitors or hunting teams can even take centuries to complete this thing, but they It is also clear that after the last supply is used up, there will be no more psykers in the fleet that can be used to perform high-level divination rituals.
At the same time, all the senior officers have reached an agreement: the coordinates obtained in the last ceremony are close enough to the location of the iconic star. As long as they can enter the range of their ship's sensor scanning array, there is a high probability that they can directly scan it. When the signal from an unsuspecting opponent's ship is reached, the Terminators of the first company of the Imperial Fists will take advantage of the lightning speed to break in using jumping torpedoes, and then use teleportation to forcefully enter the Moon-class ship. On the modified barge, destroy all possible resistance, seize control of the ship, and then search for the target they want - because the target is too precious, strictly speaking, they cannot take the risk of using the powerful main weapon of the ship. Of course, , considering that the opponent may not know this, the traditional torpedo feint accompanying the penetration is quite worthy of use.
Therefore, making a subspace jump as accurately as possible to the last coordinate obtained can only be an inevitable choice in the race against time at this moment. So in order to bring the fleet close to the target ship of their expedition, the navigators must have the courage to face and gaze into the dangerous and chaotic warp, and endure all the pain that occurs. A navigator gains her or his luxurious life. And the price of high status is for this kind of task at this moment.
In this way, Danat Lysander's fleet ships finally jumped into the warp one by one, began to use thrusters to maintain their formation amidst the twisting whirlpools and tendrils here, and Trying to cross the interstellar gulf of living nightmare.
All the people endured the whispers coming from outside Geller's stand and the pain scratching their skulls, while all the navigators stared closely at the fragile light in the distance, which they relied on The fleet is the only reliable reliance for positioning in this place where space is uncertain, time is uncertain, and any sane life is prone to unreasonable madness on various levels.
Fortunately, this time their prayers were heard by the God-Emperor, and he protected them mercifully, allowing them to endure the pain until the navigators found the most suitable weakness in the curtain, here The subspace engine was started again to temporarily tear out a hole in the curtain here that was large enough to allow them to return to the real world. Then the warp and weft of space were connected and woven together roughly but practically, and the fleet began to move from Mander one after another. Will point jumped out.
On the bridge of the Wrathful Storm, the brass cogitator with the emblem of a clenched fist and an eagle on the panel made a slight movement, and then began to proceed based on the galaxy they were in now, the positions of distant stars and the previous star map. Compare to determine their current location and recalibrate their actual time.
The fleet assembled near the agreed assembly point and began to take stock of the situation. The remnants of subspace navigation, such as the subspace plasma sol that began to melt as soon as it came into contact with the real universe and the semi-disintegrated stream of vicious particles trailing long at the stern, were gradually expelled as the ship moved through the real galaxy. At this time, they completely closed the Geller position and raised void shields on all ships, allowing the fleet to form a prescribed formation. The sides of the ships shone under the light of the stars in the galaxy.
"The jump is over." The captain of the Furious Storm, Philip Vian, reported to Lysander who was standing on the bridge, and at the same time ordered other bridge officers, "Confirm the position, we should now be in Bella Near Kahn's Mandeville Point, six hundred and ninety thousand miles from target. All ships, reporting to communications officer, network reconstruction."
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< br>The results of this subspace voyage are not so satisfactory, Lysander thought to himself as he locked himself in the fixed bracket on the jump gang torpedo.
This gnawing indescribable land always seemed to like letting him spend too much time in it.
Obviously they only spent three hours in subspace, but when they finally jumped out, a full thirty-three hours had passed in the real universe.
Fortunately, the meticulous Captain Wei An discovered the target that was sailing slowly using ordinary thrusters at the edge of the maximum scanning range of the sensor.
Out of caution, they once again conducted an enhanced scan with the sensor array. The result of the scan was: a moon-class modified barge of standard empire size, with a standard firepower configuration, and the void shield was working normally—— But it is just a standard void shield. How much artillery fire and torpedo attack is required to overload the moon-level reactor energy, and how to use the melt weapon on the front of the jumping torpedo to break its hull - Lysander can operate it with his eyes closed. come out. Therefore, the combat plan still maintained the original idea in the end, and Lysander took his Titan Explosion Terminator team and took the first batch of gang-hopping torpedoes without hesitation.
If they successfully establish a landing site, they will use the teleportation beacon they carry, and then there should be no suspense: the Imperial Fists' most elite first company of Terminators and Centurion Warframes will begin to land on the small ship. For a small Moon-class battleship, every inch of territory that is conquered will be firmly held by an Imperial Fist warrior.
This operation cannot fail, nor can it fail.
Perhaps if things go well, the Titan Demolition Team can clear the ship before the other brothers arrive. Destiny Steel, the name sounds familiar, and the company commander doesn't like a certain word in it.
The torpedo vibrated, and Lysander knew it was them being lowered into the torpedo launch bay.
Through the eyepiece and the monitor in front, he could see the beautiful moon-level barge floating in front of the huge gas star. It seemed to be trying to turn there in panic. Its void shield had been raised in time. up, but the Furious Storm and the other ships' macroguns and torpedoes were rapidly overloading it.
This moon-class ship was indeed beautifully modified. When it was driven by the propeller at high speed and rushed towards the ship, which was shiny silver-white and had a simple and elegant appearance unlike most imperial ships. , the first company commander even felt a little bit regretful, he was about to have to add an ugly big hole to its beautiful and smooth surface.
Of course, this idea changed immediately after he turned on the boarding melt and found that the energy beam that was supposed to break through the thick metal hull was only quietly "swallowed".
Lysander's last communications were carried back to the bridge of the Wrathstorm.
"Be careful! Trap!"
But the torpedoes can no longer turn back.
It carried Danat Lysander headlong into utter darkness.
Gua.
Wiping away the sweat, I finally sent him in!
Good!
Gearing up!
(End of this chapter)