Chapter 2
He felt the pain as this overly large and powerful telepath bore into his mind; shifting through his memories and secrets as thou he was reading a book. Judging by the look of anger on his face and the increased pressure Cor guessed he found memories of his time at the human slave camps. Then that was all he could think of and the man's anger grew again as Cor suddenly thought of the slaves he was ordered to kill. Desperately he tried to feel that he did not want to do it but was simply following orders.
"Your carried them out none the less, Murdering over a dozen unarmed and helpless children who had never done a THING to you Cor Mollari." The figure spoke in perfect centauri dialect. "Yes I learnt your language by shifting through you mind. It will come in handy when we go to war against you. Not one of your people's ships will survive; we shall crush your armies under our iron fist. Your people's technology will be taken back to sticks and stones. We will ravage your lands and utterly destroy everything you Centauri" Spitting that word out as a curse." Hold dear. There will be enough of your people left to rebuild and learn from your mistakes but only a thousand shall have that chance, if they don't kill themselves after witnessing and surviving our wrath!"
Cor urinated himself, and if he wasn't so certain he was about to die would have felt embarrassed, for he did not want to see this great tragedy befall his people. He did not want to see the looks on his family when they learnt that he was the first to lose and give these stronger humans the information they needed.
The man grabbed his hand and very slowly started to crush his hand. "Oh no you shall survive all this and will be one of the few to see your fall from grace." Then with a horrendous series of cracks and pops his hand was broken in over a dozen places. He screamed out and both his hearts were beating so fast he was certain they would explode.
"I hope you live for a very long time Cor Mollari and that you remember the profit to kill humans is always too little." The large golden figure rose up to his full height and left the room his anger was not quenched in the least. As he left the room he turned back his gaze to the broken centauri. Sending one last message strait into his brain, he saw fire, death, and lightning from the sky, great terrible warriors clad in powerful armor destroying everything he loved on centauri prime. The vision would repeat itself for the next three hours.
The door shut forcefully but Cor is into much agony to have noticed.
"Well I'd say you were rather lenient with the xenos, milord." After slamming the rune to activate the walkway, and activating a special device on his arm.
Cranking his neck slightly as the armor allowed, "Well Valdor, we shall see but I want him to know the pain he has caused seeing everything you love be taken from you. It may be lenient but he is a small fish and the big ones… Oh they will suffer and we shall ensure it never happens here again. Once we get to the command citadel I want to talk to my sons. You to deliver a message to the high magos, I want every piece of technology we can get from these xenos to be studied and if we can apply it to our services we will."
The two custodes looked at each other with surprise evident on their faces.
"Yes you heard me right, from what I gained of their technology they can communicate from several systems WITHOUT the need of a astropath, and it not take months or years to be received. That is the main reason and if we can find more useful trinkets then we will." He returned his head forward it would be another few minutes before they reached the command citadel.
Several minutes later and a bit of debate between the two custodes and the high magos who eventually came to reason and made the preparations.
"EMPEROR on deck!" A crew man yelled and all including the Primarch's stood to attention and bowed.
"As you were. Status on the recon missions?"He asked as he sat at the special throne installed for him.
"Father, Pollux and his company are ready, the Golan 41st regiment is also ready they depart in ten minutes." Dorn spoke up first his right hand curled into a fist across his chest.
The Kahn walked up next, "My liege the arrow is already in flight." Dorn was only just getting used to his less civilized brother's method of tactical wording. Still found it a bit annoying at times.
"Father I request your leave to join the mission to sol system?" Horus Lupercal humbly asked. The other three Primarch's in attendance all stared at him.
Thinking it over for a few minutes," No my son I need you for a different mission. Rouboute Have two of your chapters ready for deployment. I think I remember something about the time frame in which we have been deposited. If I'm right then there are only two factions that have the numbers and power to pose a threat to us."
The blue robed Primarch bows his head in acknowledgement, and acceptance, "As you wish father we will not fail you."
" Contact all ships masters, that two hours after we receive word of the alien presence in proxima we will make best speed and take it back. The Imperial fist will be the spear tip, into proxima. From there we shall establish our forward operating base and begin our mission to liberate sol system. The Luna wolves will stage themselves two light years outside sol and get us a beach head at Pluto thirty six standard hours after the sol recon group return."
Everyone's attention tightened as they felt the emotions of pre battle combining with the feeling of complete confidence emitting from the Emperor.
A few minutes later aboard the Imperial Fist strike cruiser, Dorn's shot; Captain Pollux was talking to the commanding officer of the army regiment they were traveling with. "Colonel- Aviv we anticipate a substantial enemy presence but the strength of their ships appear on par with our storm birds. Thou maybe a few more numerous weapons possibly, still best to be prepared."
Taking in the information carefully, "Very well Captain Astarte's, I think once we enter the system a on line approach is best. With fighters and storm birds out and about to enhance our mobility." Speaking in his thick Golan accent, as he stroked his saber," do you think we might have a chance at some close combat Captain Pollux?"
Chuckling," Colonel from what I understand I don't think it will be worth the energy to but should the chance come I shall ensure you receive the honor. I agree with your formation plan. We can enter the warp whenever you are ready."
The colonel salutes and his image disappears as pollux turns to his bridge. "Activate Gellar fields and open the warp. Let us get this mission going and see just what our soon to be base of operations will be like. We go forward in the name of the Emperor and all mankind!" He yells then slams his fist against his breast plate three times.
The crews return the salute and carry out his orders.
After an hour of travel in real time but a few short minutes in the warp, an ever changing time relation that takes years if not decades to truly get used to, goes by.
Outside the proxima system a great tear opens up, unlike any hyperspace point ever seen by any of the current races ( or old ones) vast colors are seen and terrible and violent lightning strikes out to distances greater then several kilometers. As two vessels, those are larger than the centauri's new primus battleships or the minbari sharlin battle cruisers, escape the unreal reality of warp space twenty five thousand meters outside of the solar system. Not even thirty seconds go by before the two vessels enter into their pre ordained formation.
A space marine strike cruiser with three storm birds flying cover, while the imperial army battleship flew on the left with a multitude of fighter cover, begin scanning at maximum range and make way into the system.
"Captain pollux long range scanners detect some type of satellite 20 kilometers out. It small why we couldn't detect it sooner, approximately 20 meters tall, 12 meters long, energy weapons not missile weaponry detected. Armor is on par with our fighters. "
"Show me on the main screen crewmen." A few seconds later the image appears of a purple in color and a double circular-ish platform with almost arms like extremities. "Send the storm birds in and knock it out. Get a better scan we must know if any more are in the area."
A few minutes later the trio of storm birds moved around the object which according to its creators was a blockade mine. However it was by itself thanks to a malfunction in its thrusters and had drifted away from the geo stationary orbit of the planet it was to keep an eye on. The storm birds were rather large but could easily out maneuver the mines ability to engage them.
After a few seconds they fired a few heavy bolter rounds and obliterated the mine. Striker 8 to Dorns Shot, we have destroyed the satellite, easily able to out maneuver it, by it no real threat."
