Chapter 47H
Slaaneshi Chaos Sorceress Violet Smith spoke unholy words of power as the warp surged through her brain, launching endless Slaanesh daemons at the body piled battle line just ahead of her, her body wracked with agony from the dark necromancy she was using.
Bodies of the dead twitched and rose to their feet, picking up fallen weapons and continuing to fight the pirates, Violet barely bothering to cast binding spells on the daemons as the zombies had such a short life expectancy before the pirates destroyed them.
The cacophony of shotgun blasts was never ending as the pirates battled their own dead, Violet desperately raising more dead to keep the fight going. Very few mortal defenders on Violet's side remained in this battle line in the defence of deck 20 corridor 857 at X intersection Beta, most of the Tzeentch worshipping Stōørølø tribe soldiers in this position already dead, subsequently turned into zombies, and then the zombies themselves being minced apart by shotgun blasts. It was almost entirely just the pirates fighting their own dead in this particular location.
Violet just kept desperately using as much necromancy as her rejuvenation drug flooded body could take, raising the dead pirates as quickly as they fell, unable to raise as many as she would like because so few bodies were still intact. The naval shotguns the pirates used minced bodies apart, liquefying entire limbs and torsos, leaving little to reanimate with necromancy!
The pirates liquefied the zombies fast and Violet panicked and fled, running down the corridor until she found more dead bodies in big piles against the walls. Violet desperately cast more necromancy and raised these daemon possessed dead, binding them to her will and desperately directing them to attack the pirates, these zombies not even having weapons!
Violet vomited up blood but she kept running away and casting spells behind her, raising as many zombies as she could to protect herself from the pirates.
The surviving Tzeentch soldiers were retreating too, giving the spare rifles from their dead comrades to the zombies to give them a better chance of stopping the pirates. This situation was getting desperate!
Violet was a coward at heart and she just kept retreating, looking for someone to rescue her from the scary Khorne pirates, afraid that they might kill her!
Violet fled all the way to the fall back defence line, shouting that she was friendly to the defenders.
Violet gratefully took cover behind a defensive wall of bodies as Tzeentch soldiers and Slaanesh cultist militiamen fussed over her for injuries, joined by the few survivors who had fled with her.
The zombies were all liquified now and the pirates were charging this way!
Violet held her hands over her ears as heavy bolters and heavy stubber machine guns on stands along the cover line opened fire, spraying the corridor with pure death that blew pirate bodies to bits!
Violet fled away from the line crouching low, falling back to another cover wall of bodies that was slightly quieter, nervously observing the battle.
The big rapid fire guns were devastating but they had only finite ammunition, and the pirates just kept charging forward and throwing grenades before they died, some grenades landing behind the cover walls to kill and injure defenders!
Ammo runners with push carts full of ammunition ran endlessly back and forth between the guns and an ammunition dump further back, and reserve reinforcements ran forward to replace men dropped by grenades.
Violet cast her necromancy, raising the fallen defenders as zombies to help, and the line held, the guns firing nonstop.
The guns fired and fired until the barrels glowed red hot, and defenders desperately poured water on some of these barrels thinking to help, instead splitting the barrels from thermal shock!
Wiser men left the remaining big guns alone to air cool, using their own rifles instead to drop the pirates as the remaining guns slowly cooled down.
The firing slowed and then stopped, the pile of dead pirates so high that it touched the ceiling!
The defenders didn't relax, desperately resupplying and rearming, taking away wounded and rotating with fresh reserves. The body pile wouldn't stop the pirates for long.
Violet vomited up blood as she caught her breath, badly tested by so much necromancy use. She felt like absolute shit.
An explosion then shook the body pile, followed by another and another, then a huge hissing beam of heat cut right through the pile, instantly igniting the pile, an antitank melta gun being used!
The melta gun fired again and again, reducing the pile and filling the corridor with choking hot smoke!
The defenders put on space helmets to breathe and fired at the holes, but Violet fled away from the smoke, deciding that she had already done her share of the fighting for now.
Violet fled past further defensive lines, going all the way back to the safe rear zones, and she simply went home to have a rest, reluctantly informing her biological mother TigerLily with a psychic message as she did so.
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Other (braver) people were also defending the various ships against the endless pirate attacks, with millions fighting to their last breath to hold them back.
Night Lords and mutants and normal humans alike all fought the pirates in the claustrophobic corridors with whatever weapons they had, with psychic bird mutants from the Tzeentch mosque frying pirates with warp lightning, burning them with Tzeentch flames, blowing them apart with doom bolts or mutating them down into primordial algal goo with the powers of Tzeentch.
Nurgle worshipping mercenaries unleashed debilitating diseases against the pirates with hurled water balloons filled with their sewage, the pirates fine at first but then slowing, getting sicker and spreading this sickness to their fellows. The pirates fired their huge shotguns at the Nurgle worshippers, liquifying their flesh but the Nurgle men so swollen and bloated with disease that only the vile surface fat was blown away, letting them shrug off multiple blasts before being completely minced down.
Slaanesh worshipping cultists unleashed blasts of sound at the pirates, bursting their eardrums and popping blood vessels in their eyeballs until their pupils were blood red and eyeballs swollen, completely deaf and blind. The pirates savagely attacked everything around them in this state, firing everywhere, throwing grenades at random and swinging blades at anything they touched. The pirates quickly killed themselves but they threw so many grenades everywhere that they took huge numbers of Slaanesh cultists with them.
Daemons of Slaanesh were endlessly summoned, sprinting gracefully into the pirates with claws and blades and whips and venomous stings, huge daemon chariots mincing men to fine thin strips with spinning blades, daemonettes with dicks sodomising wounded pirates as others were tortured.
In places the pirates were overrun and many captured alive, and the female pirates were taken away with an insatiable appetite, the most ticklish ones soon screaming with angry laughter as new tickle slaves as others were tortured in other ways, with huge amounts of rape inflicted on all.
In other places the pirates overran defences and took fleet women alive, also taking them away and raping them. It was just rape on both sides, neither side good people.
The 100 Firestorm Frigates still held strong, but they were drifting widely in their orbits with their engines destroyed, spreading further away from the rest of the fleet, less able to provide air defence as they drifted further and further away.
The pirates had taken insane casualties, but they just kept coming. The pirate escort carriers seemed to have a lot of backup aircraft and pilots stored away in reserve in the deepest holds of these ships, slowly dragging them out and launching them as reinforcements as required. The escort carriers also seemed to be completely stuffed with as many pirates as they could physically hold, each offloading millions but still having millions more, the Shark assault boats flying back and forth to ferry reinforcements, plugging breach holes in the hulls with unfolding metal plugs to keep the atmosphere in the target ships each time they left.
The pirate escort carriers were also not a single group, with new ones arriving from the warp at random to join the fighting, the Blood Shark fleet originally scattered widely committing acts of piracy. They just kept coming, and strangely some escort carriers left for reasons unknown, possibly going to other base planets to pick up even more reinforcements!
The pirates were mostly focused on boarding actions, but they were so numerous that a tiny fraction of them went to the planet Autoclave instead, hoping to either find men to kill or women to rape and enslave.
In particular these pirates attacking the planet were taking newly captured women from orbit and the ground to a cluster of islands that contained aircraft factories, planning to build replacement aircraft right in the middle of the war…
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Octavia looked around stupidly as she was herded inside an uncomfortably hot concrete industrial building of huge size with a huge crowd of other women from the Sevenson Fleet, all of them being taken to this new island in aircraft to serve as some sort of "slave labor", whatever that meant.
The outside of the industrial building was the same as the last island, just a tropical island paradise of jungle trees and resort towns flattened by bombs, with bomb craters everywhere. But the industrial building itself was made out of bomb resistant concrete and was still intact, and it had things like chimneys and huge cargo doors, with lots of train tracks both inside the building and out.
Piled outside next to the building in massive hills were different types of mineral rock things in gravel piles of great size, with tall concrete walls separating the different piles at the bottom so they didn't mix. The piles were as huge as they were varied, many many different minerals, and there were also extensive junk piles of metal and wire and stuff stolen from somewhere or other. Women in bulldozer shovel machine thingies scooped up some of this stuff and put it in train carts on the train tracks outside, trains then taking this stuff inside to turn into something or other.
Khorne daemons and pirates were everywhere holding whips and flogging bikini clad slave women, and these bikini clad slave women were doing hard labor pushing carts and working on metal with tools.
Octavia and the others were flogged forward with wonderfully painful whips, all the way to a grumpy looking midget woman who was extremely broad bodied, with platted long blonde hair and an extremely muscular, (and extremely pregnant), body revealed by her strange angular rune covered cloth string bikini.
The midget looked extremely strong and powerful, so broad and muscular that she wasn't like other midgets Octavia had seen, and she had a straightforward grumpy expression on her powerfully jawed face.
"More young human whelps to mess up me work with their clumsiness.", the midget woman said grumpily in a strange accent.
"Just make the damn aircraft without the cheek Ghafra ProudHammer!", one of the bloodletters snapped.
The midget grumpily held her tongue and coldly regarded the group of new women in bikinis.
"My name is Ghafra ProudHammer and I am a Squat from the galactic core, of the League of the Ghulo Industrial Complex. Back among my kin I was an engineer aboard a merchant ship, but I was captured by the Blood Sharks pirates centuries ago and ever since I have worked here forging aircraft as their slave engineer.", the midget introduced herself grumpily.
"I and a few other fellow Squat women engineers run this factory building aircraft with the help of you clumsy human slaves. We are repeatedly raped by human men like the rest of you, this planet makes even us cloned Squats fertile and we give birth to half caste babies that are taken away in early childhood just like the rest. I remember the face of every man who dishonours me so and I keep a book of grudges with their names…", Ghafra said with bitter hatred, trembling at the memory as she spoke.
"The only thing in my miserable life that still brings me joy is the love of crafting good quality aircraft, this factory is all I have left to live for. I was an aerospace engineer even back when I was free, it is my passion to make aerospace vehicles and to make them well. You human women will help me, and so help me if you do a sloppy job I will beat you harder than the slave masters do!", Ghafra finished angrily.
The squat woman then gave the new slaves a tour of the factory, showing metal melting furnaces and bits that poured molten metal and shaped it. She showed them incomprehensible machines that produced something called "micro chips" and other bits that made everything from armoured glass to wires and plastic.
Dozens of pregnant squat women directed every part of the factory, loudly cursing human slave women for not being skilled enough, beating them and angrily taking over tasks on occasion.
Octavia had absolutely no idea how to do anything, and she was put to work sweeping metal filings up off the floor, managing to get even this wrong and getting brutally whipped by bloodletter slave masters!
Octavia tried her best but she wasn't smart and didn't learn quickly, and she was soon given new jobs, doing incredibly poorly in each in turn.
Octavia was eventually put to work as a walking punching bag for the various Squat women to vent their frustrations on, and she finally found something she could do perfectly!
Octavia dutifully followed Ghafra around like a loyal puppy, taking punches to the stomach with moans of pleasure without any complaint.
Ghafra was absolutely amazing, using automated tool systems to assemble lines of fighter aircraft on a moving production line, the aircraft all brilliantly shiny with chrome plating to reflect lasers apparently!
The heavily pregnant Squat then had a crying baby Squat brought to her by a human woman, and Ghafra irritably bared her breasts and suckled the baby, apparently her own.
"You have a beautiful baby.", Octavia lovingly cooed at it.
Ghafra merely grunted in acknowledgement at this, not of a very genial temperament.
The baby was soon handed back and the work continued, the Squat women mass producing aircraft with such surprising speed that many new fighters flew off to join the battle in orbit. It was very impressive what these Squat women could do.
By talking to Ghafra in between getting punched, Octavia learned a bit about the Blood Shark pirates.
Apparently the Blood Sharks operated not just in the Maelstrom and the Imperium but also in Squat space, raiding Squat merchant ships when they could.
The Squat men always fought with honour to defend themselves, so the Blood Sharks tended to honour them by beheading their women for the blood god, but the Squat engineers were so useful that they took any female Squat engineers alive if they could regardless of honour, (which was a bit hypocritical).
The female Squat engineers were then raped like other slave women to breed half Squats who were taken away and raised to worship Khorne, and when not being raped these Squat women engineers were put to work in factories making space capable military aircraft and other weapons for the pirates. The legendary skills of Squat engineers explained why the pirates had so so many advanced fighters and bombers, the Squat engineers could just make more faster than they were lost.
The half Squat children themselves often rose fast through the pirate ranks to become the captains of escort carriers or daring pilots, being "better" than "mere" humans, (not like Ghafra was biased at all). Ghafra tried her best to learn what became of her children, taking some genuine pride in those who achieved great things in their lives.
The Blood Shark pirate fleet was apparently huge and spread everywhere, with lots of other bases and planets scattered around, with other populations of captive breeding women and aircraft factories with female Squat engineers.
The Blood Sharks even had planets and bases in the barren Squat territories of the galactic core, currently having tenuous control over a planet formerly terraformed by the Squats of Ghafra's own Ghulo Industrial Complex League, who apparently had terraformed a huge number of lifeless planets in the galactic core.
Apparently the main bulk of the Blood Shark fleet was currently spread far and wide attacking everyone from Squats to the Imperium to other Chaos worshippers to even Ork ships, being hyper aggressive lunatics who just attacked everyone all the time the way Khorne's worshippers do. Losing Autoclave would piss the Blood Sharks off but hardly end them as a power in the galaxy, they had too many other holdings for that.
The Sevenson Fleet would just be swamped nonstop in orbit by ever more reinforcements until they either fled, got destroyed, or built up so many anti aircraft defence systems that not even the Blood Sharks could penetrate them. Ghafra was not overly optimistic, predicting that the Sevenson fleet would try to flee as soon as they repaired their engines.
Octavia wondered if she would just live here with Fhimra on this planet from now on?
Speaking of which, where exactly was Fhimra?
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