Ruled, forgotten, and die.
002.M31.
"Kingdom of Disorder," Fourth Layer Space.
Nerath Kirin knelt amid the black mist, respectfully prostrating himself before the Black Emperor seated high upon the Throne.
"My lord, Corax has gathered all Terran-born within the legion, save for roughly five hundred people such as Balthasar Quturi and Alastor Rorschach."
"Together with the Deliverance-born who do not accept his ideology, there are eleven thousand, nine hundred and fifty-two people."
"Corax still has not met with any of us. He could not even be bothered to tell us in person before the exile. Calfus conveyed his orders instead."
Nerath spoke with half-mocking, half-bitter resentment.
Nimrod nodded. His decision to volunteer support for Corax during the Battle of Gate 42 and send out the main force of the 10th Battalion had not been in vain.
The Ashen Claws have nearly eight thousand more people than the four thousand I remember being exiled. They have gone from an irregular force to one capable of influencing the balance of a campaign to a certain extent.
As Nimrod pondered, Nerath continued his report.
"We boarded thirty-six capital ships and sixty-two frigates, then were ordered to launch an expedition toward the Ghoul Stars, northeast of Deliverance."
The Ashen Claws' place of exile was the same as he remembered, but their fleet was nearly three times the size of the thirteen capital ships and twenty frigates it had once possessed.
Though they did not have a unique warship like the Kraken, vessels such as the Purgatory-class Battleship Vicious Claw were still formidable capital ships.
Hmm... speaking of the Kraken, the consolation gift the Old Man in Yellow gave me—the Miraculous—is about to arrive at Carium Gate as well.
I would like to see just how miraculous it is.
Nimrod gathered his thoughts and said