Update : Less words on this Chapter, work started again after my week long vacation so I am extremely busy all day, can barely find any time to write this.
Would still appreciate Reviews to tell me more things I can do better though, I may not be able to write alot but polishing up these existing chapters is certainly something I can do.
"Relentless"
"Don't let her out, Don't talk to her, The only person allowed to talk to her next to me is the Magos... Is that clear?" I command the guards, they give me a salute before returning to their duties.
Heading back into my Cabin after authorizing repairs on the ship and giving everyone orders to remain on guard, I let out a sigh "What the frak did we get into..." I ask myself, pulling out my bottle of Amasec and pouring myself a glass of it.
"Humans living with Xenos, A race of robotic abominable intelligences, This is crazy, completely ridiculous." I take out the portable vox from my Coat, voxing the Magos.
"Magos, this is the Captain speaking, talk to the Xenos, interrogate her and get out of her what you can, most things will probably be heretical... May the Emperor guide your Soul."
"Ofcourse Captain, The Omnissiah provides." He answers, obeying my command as it should be even though he is more or less of the same rank as I am on this ship as the highest ranking engineer and Tech savvy Priest.
I down the glass, allowing me a small moment of glee at the refined taste, screwing the bottle tightly back up I put it back into the small compartment in my Table.
Citadel Station - Spectre Headquarters
"You are gathered here for a new... sensitive ... Mission. We have reports of a sighting in the Terminus Systems, some kind of gigantic space ship... We are not completely sure if the Information is true but it is worth investigating." The Asari Councillor announces, rubbing her hands together.
"And where exactly does such Information come from?" A Turian spectre asks as he looks over his Team, noting their stances and state of equipment.
"Well... A Batarian slaver we have picked up, heading straight for a Turian Naval Patrol in an Escape Shuttle." The Councillor looks a little uncomfortable at the revelation as the Turian starts letting out amused, subharmonic noises.
"A Batarian? I thought we didn't listen to them anymore after everything they did." The entire Spectre Team looks rather amused, one particular Salarian nodding.
"Following up on information received by a Slaver, especially concerning the Terminus Systems... Smart.." He states condescendingly.
A glare is given from the Asari Councillor "Saren, I know your Team is just about the best we've got and if this Information turns out to be true... We will have to look into this." pointedly ignoring the Salarian, she shuts off the Transmission, leaving the 3 Spectres alone in the Room.
A sigh is heard from the Spectre named Saren "Okay, gather your gear, Dorin, stop being a smartass towards the Councillor, we are going to find us some giant space ships that has everyone scared shitless."
A couple of days later on the Relentless
"Sir, repairs are completely finished, the Omnissiah was on our side these couple weeks, he has listened to all our prayers." The Magos states as I make my way to the bridge.
"Captain on Deck!" My second in command shouts as the doors to the bridge open, allowing me access. Everyone standing, stands a little straighter and everyone sitting straightens out their spines.
"Somebody, get me the Navigator on the Vox Caster." I command, taking a seat on my command throne.
"Yes, Sir?" The timid voice of our Navigator sounds out from my throne.
"You wrote in one of your reports that you can't feel the Astronomicon, nor the Immaterium anymore, do we have any way of travelling to other systems except that?" Silence answers my question for a fair few moments before answering.
"Well, after having the Magos work his Cogitators we have a more or less accurate map of the near systems, we could jump to them with a short range warp jump, its not like I dont feel the Immaterium its just... muffled, muffled and calm compared to the raging currents of our galaxy. Or we could wait until some Xenos comes here to investigate and finds us, we could ask them for a way to travel somewhere else, everything else we have currently at our disposal are sub light engines."
I rub my eyes, sighing "Helmsmen, give me another good scan of the entire system, send out Fighter Patrols to scout the space around us."
Just a few minutes later the Alarm horns of the Hangar Bay sounds troughout the ship, notifying the Crew of the imminent launch of fighter craft, about thirty fury interceptors crash into space, cutting trough the black nothingness of it with their engines.
"Markus, what do our supplies say?" I ask my second in command, scrolling trough a dataslate.
"Well, Sir..."
Spectre Shuttle - Terminus Systems - Gereon System
"Saren, we have tons of scrap in the area, and something extremely big behind the third planet in the system." Dorin states, not believing his own eyes as he looks and checks the scanner multiple times.
"So... You are trying to tell me that there is actually a gigantic ship of unknown origin in this system?" Saren asks, looking over the shoulder of his Salarian Colleague.
"Unknown Contacts Identified, flight of three, 55 meter long craft. Unknown Armor composition and Weapon systems Identified." The Ship VI blurts out, turning on a loud warning signal, sirens blaring throughout the small shuttle.
"Dorin, turn on Stealth Systems! Alaria, power down the Weapons and Engine Emissions, cut the power to everything but stealth systems and life support!" Saren shouts, flying trough scanning programs on his Omni-Tool, linked to the ship.