"Report: We have entered the third planet's orbit and are expected to enter engagement range in thirty minutes."
The Inquisition fleet, acting as the vanguard of the United Fleet, reported again. Upon discovering the numerically superior United Fleet, the Word Bearers fleet had decisively chosen to retreat deeper into the system.
They chickened out rather quickly.
About as fast as that Drukhari Inquisitor who heard Slaanesh's name.
Whether it was the Word Bearers or the Inquisition fleet.
The former began fleeing inward through the system the moment it spotted the fleet.
The latter had dismissed Aglaia one moment, then chosen to obey orders the next.
The Transmigrators watched the scene with considerable surprise.
"The senior officers of the Order of Origin's direct fleet all come from Terra's hereditary nobility. If their cowardly conduct were reported through standard procedure, the High Lords Council would have sufficient grounds to execute three generations of their blood relatives."
Aglaia explained over the encrypted channel, her slender pale fingers gliding across the glowing tactical star map.
"These noble scions are the Order of Origin's most loyal arms. Their true identity records are sealed only within the Grand Inquisitor's Librarian archives."
Data streams glimmered a faint blue beneath the Inquisitor's bionic left eye, while her armored glove tapped the family crests displayed on the holographic projection.
"From the embryonic stage onward, their genomes are imprinted with the principle of family above all else. Some may not fear personal death, but no one can bear the cost of having their entire family erased by the Officio Assassinorum."
As for those rare rebels? The occasional individual who did not care about their family?
Surely not hundreds of noble scions who all did not care about their families?
Then those Terran nobles deserved to have their families exterminated by