"Mordred, why the hell haven't you two bastards arrived yet?"
As a ghostly blue portal opened in the void, the Abomination, after multiple transfers, finally sailed out of the Warp.
But before the fleet could even take roll, a Psychic Power call came through to Mordred. It was the Emperor, who had clearly been waiting for quite some time.
Faced with Old Man Huang's questioning, Mordred would never admit that he and Russ had gotten so carried away making up wild historical tales that they lost track of time. Instead, he immediately struck first:
"Shut up. I haven't even reached Olympia yet, so what are you yelling for? This bad habit of making Psychic Power calls whenever you feel like it—you'll regret it sooner or later."
Knowing exactly what kind of person the Emperor was, Mordred found it difficult to feel any respect for that Golden Giant, especially when the bastard suddenly started talking inside his head.
What made things even more frustrating was that Olympia was neither too far nor too close—it was right beside Inkarati. If Mordred had searched properly back then, he would have brought The Boss, that unlucky kid, home long ago. There would have been no need to make an extra trip.
Already in a foul mood, Mordred was further provoked by the Emperor's little phone call and simply hung up, completely ignoring the Yellow Skins' teeth-grinding tone.
"What happened, Second Brother?"
"Nothing. Some idiot called to harass me. Ignore it. You and I should keep eating and drinking."
"Exactly. Anyone who hogged the comms was an idiot. If they were in my legion, I wouldn't even bring them along on boarding actions."
In the Abomination's main mess hall, the two buried their heads in their food. Every now and then, they pointed at Frix,