Disclaimer: I do not own Halo, Warhammer 40k, Stellaris, Kaiserreich, HoI4, Clannad, Star Wars, or Mass Effect. This is a fanfiction, and I don't have ANY monetary reward for making it. Any political or religious beliefs mentioned in this story do not reflect my own. This is purely for fun.
WARNING: This is an M-rated fanfiction. Sexual content and graphic depictions will appear from time to time.
AN: I also had this chapter ready, thought I'd post it too. There's not much action, just a meeting between the Imperials on their next move.
Also, I don't have a stat page for the ships and weapons, but I try to be accurate and consistent with the power and capabilities. I added a description of the INS Intrepidus at the bottom, I might do that for more ships and weapons. I calculate all the numbers pertaining to the number of ships, clones, and power. It's not perfect and it's been a while since I touched Physics, but I try to make everything consistent.
If you read the ship overview, you'll notice the power output is insane. That's based on a quote about Forerunner slipspace drives. It basically said one slipspace rupture created by a (Guardian?) required more power than all the UNSC produced. The Intrepidus is an OP starship, but I'm not going to make the Reapers weak. They could destroy the ship due to superior numbers.
Chapter 3
Talk is Cheap
"Am I the only one getting weird vibes from the magic space powder and vanishing Xenos?" Ares indignantly asked.
Erwin was currently sitting in the Admiral's chair on the Intrepidus's bridge.
The bridge was a traditional Imperial design. The Captain and Admiral sat in the center of a massive domed room. Around them was a circular trench, where the officers responsible for coordinating the various systems worked. The dome wall was covered with a perfect resolution screen, and multiple hard light projectors could create a three or four-dimensional display of the battlefield.
Erwin, his men, and Ares were all having a virtual meeting discussing the situation. The two and a half thousand crew of Intrepidus and the thirty thousand Weltraumwölfe Legion were all communicating at the speed of thought through their neural lace. Ares was considered part of the crew, so he was also present during the virtual meeting.
Ares was currently very concerned about his comrades' and brother's lack of concern.
"It's not that we don't recognize it's a potential issue, but rather something we could handle easily." Commodore Engel calmly responded.
Most of the men agreed with him. Not even the Forerunners would be a match for the Empire at this point, and this Universe seemed to have zero evidence of housing such a powerful race.
Erwin tended to agree with the popular sentiment, he doubted he and his men were in any danger. Especially when they had a Halo Array under their control.
The type two Halos could wipe out all sentient life in a sixty thousand light-year cone with a weaponized firing and have all the beings on the Halo survive.
If it came to the worst, he could always start purging life through large swabs of the Galaxy.
Though then the issue of the Mantle came up. He'd have to make sure the races inhabiting those sections of the Galaxy were cataloged.
Plus the Intrepidus could probably withstand constant bombardment from the combined navies of the primitives for a thousand years without power.
The armor of a Reach-class Dreadnought is incomprehensibly strong. The only reason the Covenant got through her armor was their Forerunner weaponry and overwhelming numbers.
"What do you mean, handle it? We could potentially have an Apex race running around." Ares asked not believing the arrogance of the Commodore.
"All the primitives seem to be only a tier two civilization, if only barely. That Ezo is capable of making primitives much stronger than they should be, but they're not that powerful. The race that needs the use of Ezo as a crutch could be swept aside by Intrepidus." The Commodore explained.
Unlike the Forerunner Technological Achievement tiers, the Imperial Civilization Level was more precise. There were still seven tiers, and they still meant the same thing. However, it was broken down with the addition of the tenth decimal point.
The Mass Civilizations were roughly 2.9 on the ICL scale.
"But, we don't know that. We need to be prepared for anything, and not become complacent." Ares countered.
Ares and Commodore Engel voiced the two prevailing camps, but Richard's camp was clearly in the majority. Not that it mattered, both camps advocated similar actions. It was more of a moralistic debate on how the men should be responding to the situation. There was only one major difference between the two camps.
The majority wanted to immediately conquer the primitives in the name of the Empire. The others wanted to play it safe and wait; to ensure there's no near-peer adversaries.
Everyone wanted to eventually conquer the primitives, and it was required by Imperial law. So, the immediate production of Adeptus Astartes and Astartes warships was underway.
Adeptus Astartes were genetically modified super soldiers during the Covenant-Terran war. They were the premier special forces before the Spartans. Many Astartes were simply moved into the Spartan program.
The Adeptus Astartes was decommissioned but was later revived in the form of clones.
Clones were designed to give the Empire a source of unlimited, and loyal, manpower during the later days of the war. A clone army was to be completely independent of the other clone armies and led by a Spartan.
Because many Spartans came from the Adeptus Astartes, it was found to be an apt name for the clones. Individually the clones would be no match for an original Adeptus Astartes, but collectively they were much stronger.
Astartes warships were simply warships designed by Spartans for use by the clones. Automated warships could easily be created, but clones added a level of reliability that couldn't be matched by sentinels.
It'd take some time for the clones to be birthed and the clone pattern warships forged. The Halo Array had a few shipyards, but nothing to write home about. The Halo was firstly a superweapon, and secondly a fortress world.
Once the Klonarmee des Geistes breathed air, Erwin would need to decide when to act.
However, it wasn't a democracy. Erwin was the sole and deciding vote on what their next move was, or what the correct viewpoint was.
"This debate is academic. Either way, we're going to start building up our forces." Erwin interrupted the debate.
"Now hold on. There is one interesting theory an inquisitive little primitive has on the topic of the Protheans." Ares said cheekily.
The rest of the Imperials were used to the Ancilla's antics. Unfortunately…
"Go ahead, Ares." Erwin sighed.
Ares sent a data packet through everyone's neural lace.
Oh shit!
Erwin never thought of that.
"Every one-hundred thousand years life is mysteriously wiped out throughout the Galaxy. The Protheans were not the first." Ares summarized this primitive's theory.
It was just a theory, and one created by a primitive, but it made a disturbing amount of sense.
"Is that even possible?" Commodore Engel asked Erwin.
That was a good question. Based on Forerunner information on the Flood, they had something called civilization farms.
One method was to have a world dedicated to growing biomass with organic solar power; wombs from the infected females were packed together and mass fertilized. Once the babies were born, they were immediately consumed.
However, the psionic presence of the babies wasn't 'sweet' enough for the Flood.
The other disturbing method was farming entire civilizations. They'd take those babies and raise them to love the Flood like Gods. The children would start a primitive civilization on a paradise world. Once an individual hits the age of sixty, they'd go to a designated location to 'join the Gods.'
The method endowed the product with more 'sweetness.' When one lived a long life full of experiences, it added to the individual's 'sweetness.'
The Flood was a truly terrifying and disturbing force.
However, to have that same process on a Galactic scale? Technically it was possible if the species was advanced enough.
But why would a species that advanced want to do that? An entire Galaxy wasn't something you commit lightly. Billions of Systems would be essentially thrown away for the sole purpose of growing primitives.
Ice ran through Erwin's veins.
It couldn't be the Flood.
It couldn't.
The reasonable part of Erwin's mind told him that was impossible. The Forerunners weren't here, much less the Precursors. Plus the primitives would definitely see Percussor artifacts.
Star roads were glorious structures that could literally interconnect Galaxies.
No Precursors, then no Flood.
Plus Erwin would feel the psionic presence of the Flood in a heartbeat if they were powerful enough to just waste an entire Galaxy.
However, there was that small part of Erwin that prayed to God it wasn't them.
"Technically, yes." Erwin calmly answered.
Some of the men seemed nervous.
"We should gather information before acting. However, I still believe we can handle anything." Commodore Engel admitted.
"Ares, make a telescope to scout out the nearby Galaxies. The light would be old, but should give us a warning for any potential threats."
"Engel, what are your thoughts on the Batarian question?"
Erwin ordered Ares, then brought up what was on everyone's mind.
"Oh boy..." Ares braced for the reaction of his comrades.
Engel pulled up a video from the dark corners of the Extranet, showing a Human girl being raped by a few Batarians. She was clearly unwilling, but she was a slave.
She was a pretty young thing. Carmel skin, hazel eyes, brown hair, and a petite but developed body. The girl looked to be in her late teens by baseline standards.
It made watching all the harder.
The Empire had a caste system for Xenos under the Imperial banner. The lowest of the caste had no power whatsoever, but we're still given the basic protection of intelligent beings. Even Anglians couldn't gang rape a female primitive and post it online like a sick trophy.
One of the basic protections given to every primitive under Imperial rule was the guarantee of not being enslaved. Many in the Empire were very adamant that anyone caught enslaving those with Imperial protection be executed.
The harsh penalty was under the impression that it'd just be primitives enslaving primitives. This was something unthinkable within the Empire. Primitives enslaving a lost tribe.
That's what the Humans in the Alliance were, and this video was hammering home that fact. They were a young tribe of Mankind lost to the Empire, no fault of their own. This girl doesn't know it, but the unspeakable experience she's going through has sealed the fate of the Batarian Government and anyone who dared to defend such practices.
Erwin got thousands of messages calling for the immediate eradication of the Batarian civilization. Even the normally calm Ares was furious.
It was interesting how looking the problem in the face seemed to totally change people's solution for it.
"These Xenos savages dare touch a member of a young tribe!"
"Khar'Shan will burn!"
"Strip away their knowledge, and let them live like the savages they are!"
"No, that's too good for the savages! Exterminatus Extremis Batarian! Let their filthy race die as an example!"
"Find every Xenos that dared create such filth, and string them up!"
"Silence, and speak when spoken to!" Commodore yelled as he slammed a fist into the large armrest.
It was immediately quiet after that outburst from the Commodore. They understood the next comment would probably be met with flogging.
It wasn't very hard to awaken the rage of the Imperium. Considering Mankind just fought a long-drawn-out war, seeing any Xenos threat was unacceptable.
Almost every member of the Intrepidus and Weltraumwölfe had their homeworld burned, or families killed. They had no families, so they tended to advocate extreme reactions to Xenos threats.
Plus they were all from the German Empire. Erwin made that decision based on his nobility from his mother's side. Technically they were part of the Ruhe Kingdom, but that planet was long gone.
Even then, they were all under the Imperial Military. Titles were suspended, but Erwin had a little more leeway due to it being his personal warship and legion.
Legions were different from divisions. They were like small armies, and much more flexible. A personal legion only had to obey the basics of Imperial Military Law. It was somewhat expected that a legion would develop its own culture.
The culture of the Space Wolves could be summarized into one sentence.
'The Lone Wolf prowls with its pack.'
They were wolves; calm, collected, elegant, but ruthless in seeking the death of the Empires enemies. Unlike the clones, it was hard to get them enraged.
Erwin had them all adhere to the Anglian Art of War. It prescribed a cool mind and used anger constructively. To lose one's head in combat was death, and to let one's emotions control themselves was weakness.
However, the video of the girl being violated clearly broke their limits. They were wolves who had a horrible past with Xenos.
Many of his men were survivors of Ruhe, so it became a bit of a tradition to recruit Germans. It eventually evolved into something of a requirement.
Of the originating peoples, the Germans, in particular, were always more extreme in their response. It was one of the major reasons Erwin had them prescribed to the Anglian Art of War.
Probably the only other Imperials more extreme were the Zulu or Sardaukar. However, they didn't have massive fleets ready to enact the will of their leader.
Erwin still believes the primitive Baselines of the Alliance were pale imitations of the real thing, but they were by all interpretations a Lost Tribe. They were children by Cosmic standards, but they were our children.
They weren't protected by the mere Mantle but as members of Mankind.
What the Batarians were doing wasn't a threat. It was a great insult to all of the Terran Empire. Baseline Humans were rare in the Imperium, but they weren't unheard of; mainly found in lost colonies. They were automatically given Humanic protection. Even if they were stone-age primitives, any attack on them would bring down the wrath of the United Terran Empire.
Even though the primitives of this Universe didn't know it, every Human in the Alliance had Humanic Protection under Imperial law.
One aspect of Humanic Protection was individual protection from personal harm. To do such actions to an individual protected by Imperial law was a blatant insult to the Empire.
Threats are dealt with, insults are made examples of.
Even the normally liberally minded Americans and Anglians advocated harsh punishments to Xenos insults to the Imperium. There was a very real reason for such harsh responses, they were examples for other Xenos to see.
The Empire could potentially have millions of Xenos races in the caste system, so it was good for keeping order and reminding the Xenos why the Empire was on top.
In their Universe, only suicidal Xenos would purposely abduct Humans from their world and enslave them. Making such a video to rub it in would be unheard of in the Imperium.
The images of worlds cracked to their cores, in the Xenos minds were the average Human's first line of defense.
Even the cruelest and harshest Xenos wouldn't be caught dead in a slave auction, much less one with a Human girl in it.
"That should answer your question, sir." Engel calmly answered, but had a noticeable undertone of furry.
"So it has." Erwin calmly agreed.
"Yeah, they were kinda asking for it." Ares had no intention of protecting the primitives from his creator's wrath.
"Once we've gathered more information, we'll free any human slaves and crack Khar'Shan." Erwin appeased his men's rage.
Everyone agreed with him but was disappointed by not having an immediate response.
"If we do go on a little conquering spree, how will we govern these Xenos?" Ares asked.
They'd never see their Universe again, but that didn't mean they wouldn't see the Empire. The Empire was alive in every Imperial Human willing to fight for it. However, Erwin in particular was a personification of the Imperium.
Erwin was an Anglian by his father's side, and German Nobile by his mother's. He had the right to rule on both sides of his family. His men, in particular, saw him as a Voltsengel, rather than Anglian; even if Erwin never called himself a Voltsengel. He was in touch with his Father's side along with his mother's.
"For now, it'll be a military occupation. Let's get settled before we start doing things like refounding the Imperium." Erwin answered.
Many of his men wanted to add various things but overall agreed with their Supreme Commander.
"What about the Halo?" Commodore Engel asked.
Erwin knew where it was going. The ring was fully under their control, and Ares was currently reprogramming many of its systems. The environmental systems were rapidly repairing the surface from the Flood infection, and the constrictors were repairing the bowels of the installation.
The Intrepidus had plenty of room for the crew and Weltraumwölfe to comfortably live. However, if they wanted an open world to call their own the Halo was a tempting offer.
The ring had a diameter of thirty thousand kilometers, a length of eight hundred and nineteen kilometers, and a maximum depth of two hundred and fifty kilometers. A lot of that was high-grade Forerunner armor; much better than any planetary shield.
Speaking of shields, the Halo had multiple planetary grade hard light shields. Then there was the firepower; multiple Forerunner ultra-heavy ion weapon systems on the outside of the ring.
The Empire had a few ways to describe weapon systems based on size. Light, medium, heavy, super-heavy, hyper-heavy, and ultra-heavy; the light weapon systems were normally placed on fighters and corvettes, and the ultras were on planetary scale constructs.
The heavy-ion weapon system shot a bolt of exotic matter accelerated to a significant portion of the speed of light. The weapon system could buckle entire continental plates. The ultra variation was employed towards the end of the Forerunner-Flood war. The ultra-heavy-ion weapon systems could utterly destroy planets, and reach out to similar ranges as lasers.
The ring also had countless converging beam cannons, Z-8060 partial cannons, and Z-8250 anti-ship artillery systems. All the weapon systems were crafted at the height of Forerunner technical capabilities.
It was a Forerunner fortress world through and through.
It also had the world part down.
The surface had natural weather patterns supervised by the environmental systems. It was a paradise world on the inner portion of the ring. Rich forest, white-sand beaches, and crystal clear lakes made up most of the terrain not infected by the flood. The parts soiled by the Flood we're already going under ecological redevelopment.
They didn't need to find a planet to terraform, they already had one that was mobile and heavily defended.
The superweapon aspect was a nice plus too.
The superluminal weapon was capable of defeating the Flood. The Flood itself was the Universe in a way, and the Forerunners killed them all with a final rageful lashing out.
It was more than a weapon. It was proof the Forerunners, the only Xenos respected by the Empire, didn't go into that good night silently.
"Reinstate it as an Imperial installation?" Ares guarded.
"That's what I had in mind," Engel affirmed.
Erwin wasn't opposed to reinstating the ring, and the Forerunners did leave all they left behind to the Imperials. However, the ring had an almost religious significance to the Empire and Forerunners.
If he did reinstate the ring, it'd have to be fully under Imperial control. No Xenos must ever have control of such installations; it could result in the purging of millions of Systems.
"Are the systems reprogrammed yet?" Erwin asked.
"Mostly. There are a few touch-ups, but the major systems are firmly under Imperial control. The ring will only fire for you." Ares answered.
"You're not done yet?" Engel incredulously asked.
"Well, it was Forerunner programming. It was more like convincing an intelligent being to switch sides. Again, the major systems are fully reprogrammed." Ares explained.
"So, it's in a good condition for reinstatement?" Engel pushed.
"Pretty much." Ares plainly answered.
"Do you have a name in mind?" Engel looked over to Erwin.
Erwin thought about it for a moment. The Halo Arrays we're a cross between a planet and starship. Especially this one, it was more than twice as large as the type one arrays. The name was similar to naming a planet and ship.
More importantly, it was a superweapon. One capable of prescribing the rage of an entire people into the very fabric of the Universe.
Wrath.
Erwin suddenly knew what an appropriate name was.
"What do y'all think of this name?" Erwin asked everyone out loud and through neural lace.
Erwin smirked when he got a lot of pings for support.
"Very well, it'll be reinstated as the Imperial Halo Array Korn der Ruhe." Erwin declared.
Korn der Ruhe; the Wrath of Ruhe. It was a fitting name that encapsulated what the ring would be to his people.
"Sir, I'd like permission to collect genetic samples from the primitives." Doctor Edward Richtofen, the Intrepidus's head scientific Officer, asked.
His main role was the head researcher on board the Intrepidus, and also oversaw the protection of the scientific attachment. All the scientists were enlisted personnel, but they weren't supposed to ever fight. The scientists were given the bare minimum of combat training.
They were also the only group with women, even if it was only five women.
It made them very popular with the crew.
"Curious about the Humanoid Asari and Quarians?" Erwin asked.
"And that Ezo, the primitives love so much. This type of situation was the reason we brought along so many lab rats." The Doctor added.
Doctor Richtofen may have been an excellent scientist that specializes in many fields, but he was also a bit of a hardass. The man used to be a Jaeger, so he had a disdain for anything weak.
Erwin liked Jaegers in general, they were the premier special forces of the German Empire. The Germans took extra care to craft an effective and ruthless group of elite soldiers.
So great was the honor of becoming a Jaeger, every graduate of the hellish school on Venus was given special German Nobility.
"Granted, but I want a Jaeger team with any explorations planetside," Erwin added the condition for two reasons.
First off, they were not combat effective. The men and women should still be able to slaughter the strongest of primitives, but Erwin wasn't going to take any chances.
The capture of an Imperial ship would be a catastrophe, but the ships were designed to be borderline impossible to reverse engineer without a basic understanding of neural physics. However, an Imperial scientist being captured was unacceptable.
That was the second reason, to ensure Imperial knowledge stayed within the Empire. The Jaegers would be ordered to ensure nothing got into enemy hands.
The Jaegers would do it too. They weren't mindless grunts, but they'd also do anything for the Vaterland.
"Understood, sir." Doctor Richtofen obliged; he and the scientist knew the Jaeger's orders.
"Anything else someone wants to bring up?" Erwin asked everyone.
"Umm, sir?" A nervous spaceman asked.
"Speak freely, son," Engel assured the young seaman.
Erwin knew everyone on the Intrepidus, this particular spaceman was only thirty-six years old. The growth rate of one thousand years wasn't applied to the Imperial Humans yet. The Imperial war machine required a constant supply of fresh blood. The clones took a lot of pressure off the main population, but there would always be a need for warriors.
Erwin himself had undergone a similar process of rapid growth, but Anglains were a different case. Erwin was still young for an Anglian at a little over three thousand years old.
Normally the first thousand years of life were for growing, and the second thousand were used for experiencing life. Anglians and Voltsengel in particular weren't considered adults until they were two thousand years old. It was unheard of for someone his age to reach the rank of Supreme Commander.
This spaceman wasn't even a hundred yet, and here he was, risking his life for the Empire. It was scary how quick the natural growth rate of Humans was.
"Do you think it'd be possible for leave? The men have been on the starship for a while now." The spaceman respectfully asked.
Erwin looked at Engel and Ares' avatar.
"I don't see why not. It couldn't be a politically important world, and Ares would have to ensure no rumors of eight-foot men walking around spread." Erwin said.
Imperials were far larger and smarter than Baselines. They'd sick out like a sore thumb, but the primitives did have the capacity for genetic engineering. Plus Krogan regularly roamed around the Galaxy. It wouldn't be that out of the ordinary in this odd Universe.
"I'm fine with doing that." Ares agreed.
"We'll need at least two rotations worth of men, so that gives a third of the crew leave at a time. We'll also need to know where they're located at all times." Engel added.
"It would be a little odd seeing them with their personal armors, but the prevalence of armor among the primitives should negate that issue. Plus I'll have to create them credits for leave." Ares listed off his thoughts.
The men seemed excited by the prospect of free money, even if it was only primitive tender.
"Leave is fine. We'll drop them off at three different worlds near the Terminus Systems, and they can go from there." Erwin said to Commodore Engel and Ares.
"However, if you do wish to travel; you must travel in squads, and only to pre-approved locations. You must be back at the rendezvous point by the end of their thirty days." Erwin said to the crew and legion at large, giving his men much-needed leave.
It was important that morale was high, and they'd need women to grow their numbers.
"Okay men, we're in an impossible situation. Let's make the most of it. Don't worry about the Empire in our Universe, our last engagement resulted in the neutralizing of High Charity. The Empire will stand for all time, and it's thanks to you. Y'all did the Empire proud, and they'll remember us." Erwin said
"I know some of you might be emotional seeing the state of Earth and Germany, but try and keep this in mind: they aren't our people. They are fakes, copies of great people; but our people still live in the Home Universe. Earth is not Terra, and this Germany is not the Vaterland. They don't even have Anglians or Voltsengel in this Universe. Most importantly, they're not the Empire. They'll probably never accept the ideals the Imperium was created to uphold. Treat them like a Lost Tribe. It'll be easier that way, keeps the homesickness at bay." Erwin continued his little speech and it seemed most of the men took his words to heart.
"However, the Empire is not a government, but rather a people and idea. Wherever we exist; the Empire, Vaterland, and Mantle also exist. These primitives will bend the knee to the Empire. Our Empire! I swear this to you, on the blood of our forefathers." Erwin passionately promised his men.
"Imperium que Terranus." Erwin finished by stating the Imperial rallying cry with pride in Gothic.
"Imperium que Terranus!" His men yelled as they saluted him with zealotry.
"Meeting dismissed. Otto, stay afterward." Erwin ended the meeting.
Thousands of virtual representations and holograms of his men started to disappear. Otto was the only one left after a few seconds.
Erwin and Commodore Engel sat in the center of the large room while the bridge crew worked in the trench. In front of them was the hologram of Otto standing at attention.
Otto Hettinger was the leader of Thor squad. He was a serious man and a harsh leader. However, his men respected him; Hettinger wouldn't ask anything he wasn't willing to do.
For a nation of millions of highly populated worlds, Jaeger teams were quite rare. It was only due to Erwin's good relationship with the Kaiser that he was granted permission to recruit three Jaeger squads.
The Weltraumwölfe was a special legion in part due to the Jaegers. Only Erwin was allowed permission to use Jaegers as his personal special forces.
The three squads had to be new, and Erwin made sure to pick his men carefully. The three squads were named Thor, Tyr, and Odin. Each squad could kill a High Avatar and were silent killers on the battlefield.
"Yes my König?" He respectfully asked; his hands placed on his sides and standing at attention.
Otto was a relatively old member of the Weltraumwölfe at a 'ripe' age of seven thousand years old. He was originally the leader of Erwin's grandfather's personal guard.
Otto was the sole reason he was able to survive Ruhe. Like himself, Otto also lost his entire family on that day locked deep in Erwin's mind behind mental barriers.
"At ease Otto," Erwin commanded with a friendly familiarity towards the older man.
Otto glanced at Commodore Engel and hesitantly relaxed.
"I have a mission for you." Erwin got to the point.
Otto was a no-nonsense man and was normally short and assertive with his words.
"What's the mission, your Majesty?" Otto respectfully asked.
Erwin was the heir of his grandfather's Kingdom and was also the grandson of the Emperor by his father's side.
Germany was more of a federation of kings unified by the Kaiser. However, this wasn't the German Military; it was the Imperial Military. There were rules to ensure people of different nationalities could serve without conflict.
Technically speaking Otto wasn't supposed to call him by his title, but the Weltraumwölfe were a tight-knit bunch.
They all believed in the ideas of monarchy and were technically his subjects. Though, the Imperial Military views Erwin as a Supreme Commander and his subordinates as just members of his personal legion.
Erwin wasn't really complaining. An Imperial Supreme Commander only had to answer to the Emperor and Lord of Admirals. It was a much stronger position than König.
A hologram of the Citadel appeared above them.
"I want to know who built this," Erwin said seriously.
Imperial Naval Starship Intrepidus:
Class:
Imperial Dreadnought
Reach-class
Armament:
1 Spinally Mounted Tachyon Lance
6 Ultra-Heavy Fibril Cutters
12 Ultra-Heavy Triple Turret Kinetic Artillery
16 Ultra-Heavy Hell Lances
40 Heavy Fibril Cutters
60 Heavy Hell Lances
48 Heavy Kinetic Cannons
4000+ Archer Missiles
Hundreds of Medium Hell Lances and Kinetic Cannons
Gamma-Pulse Laser Point Defence System
Armor:
Up to 120 meters of Adamantium Armor along with internal cross braces and honeycombs.
Shielding:
Ultra-Heavy Dark Matter Deflectors
Ultra-Heavy Hard Light Shields
Power Plant:
1 Class One Dark Matter Dimensional Reactor (Ultra size reactor)
2 Class Three DMD Reactors (Super size reactors)
4 Class Five DMD Reactors (Medium size reactors)
Solid Pure Energy Batteries - Emergency Power
Complement:
300 Mk.8 Slayer All Purpose Fighter
3 Ghost-class Prowler
750 Savior Drop Ship
3 Jaeger Squads - Six Men per Squad
Legio II Weltraumwölfe - consist of 30,000 Imperial Legionaries
Crew:
~2500 Imperial Spacemen - Includes Officers
Length:
104 kilometers
Width:
16 kilometers
Height:
21 kilometers
Description:
Like most Imperial warships, the hull is shaped similar to a shark; this allows good arcs of fire around the entire starship. The starship also has an aggressive geometry balanced out with smooth lines. The Intrepidus was allowed to have a unique paint scheme, but the owner chose not to diverge from Imperial black and crimson.
The ships do not require an AI, but it is highly recommended a Contender class be integrated into the ship for better cyber capabilities. However, the AI is incapable of piloting the starship; or at the very least, incapable of matching Imperial pilots.
Imperial starships are themselves alive. Through a merging of "Essence" and Dumb AI, a Machine Spirit is born. Machine Spirits aren't conscious but do have basic intent. Namely the protection and servitude to the crew; along with computing the multitude of complex calculations required for Imperial space travel.
The weapon systems and shields require a vast amount of power. Specifically, the Tachyon Lance, which fires an energy beam at superluminal speeds. To power the ship, the Class One DMD reactor outputs 20 SM of energy per second. The power grid is a marvel of Imperial engineering for being able to control the vast amounts of energy produced by the main reactor, and the multiple secondary and tertiary reactors. However, despite the powerful reactors; the power requirements are just barely met.
Note: 1 SM (Sol Mass) of energy equals the amount of energy created if all the matter within the Sol Star was converted into energy. Which would be an astounding 1.787E41 MJ.