"Conspirator" Captain
After the fleet of the 7th Legion, "Shadow of Order," arrived in Indra-Sur's orbit, it immediately formed an attack array.
The data from the Legion's liberation of this world during the Second Rangdan War was called up.
The Simulacrum Sanctum, overseen by the Knowledge Keepers, guided the Chief Gunnery Officers drawn from the "Pyromancers."
Lances fell like fingers descending from the firmament, precisely touching the key nodes of the defenses.
Suddenly erupting radiance swallowed the orbital defense installations.
Missile platforms and anti-air arrays were reduced to ruins before they could fire a single shot.
The overlapping sonic booms of hypersonic shells reverberated, and deafening thunder rolled through fortresses and bunkers.
"Ah..."
A terrifying howl drowned out the explosions of the real world and echoed through the void.
On the bridge of the Relic-class warship Void Hunter, Okafor—who had recently advanced to "Astrologer" through his study of the constellations and occult knowledge of the Abyss of Zaku-Trada—gazed upon Indra-Sur with the Eye of Secrecy that could not be closed.
The mind-aspect Psyker saw tendrils extending from beyond the curtain of shadow, rooting themselves in Indra-Sur.
Beams of light rose, like ten thousand sharp blades, shredding the tendrils into flecks of debris.
One tendril after another collapsed and rapidly dispersed.
"The orbital bombardment has been highly effective. At least one-tenth of the xenos have lost their parasitic bodies."
The Reaper Lord Sanchez opened the vox network. "Commence orbital drop."
He glanced at the Vissa Tribe chief beside him. Hraf could not peer into this place, so he spoke plainly.
"The Hraf aboard the ship are yours."
"Reaper Lord, I have them under control." Okafor blinked his mystically charged eyes.
As Drop Pods fell toward Indra-Sur like raindrops, whispers from beyond the real world sounded in Edwards's mind.
He murmured, "Yes,