Faced with the other man's empty flattery, Peter forced himself to ignore it and continued his stern questioning:
"We're conducting a military operation and need to requisition ships. How many warships are there in this system?"
Supervisor Edmund looked helpless.
"My lord, the Navy requisitioned all the warships in this system. There are only a few transport ships undergoing resupply at the Starport."
"Ah, what a shame."
Peter sighed, seemingly helpless, but secretly delighted that there were no warships here to defend the system—and that he might even find an unexpected prize in the shipyard.
Peter continued to put on the characteristic arrogance of an Astartes.
"This system is about to be attacked by the Chaos Fleet. I'm taking command."
Supervisor Edmund was startled by the news. He hadn't expected the Imperial Fists to have come to defend his system. Nearly half a company had arrived to defend it. Things must be serious!
Edmund's mind raced as he considered what to do. There were protocols for situations like this. After thinking it over, he blurted out:
"According to regulations, we must notify the Planetary Governor immediately!"
But the Astartes Sergeant before him hurriedly urged:
"That can wait. First, hand over the Starport's and the world's defense deployment information. I need to prepare for the battle."
Edmund hurriedly took the Dataslate from his secretary, swiftly unlocked it, and handed it over.
"It's all here. The Starport's weapons and the Planetary Defense Force are at your disposal."
Peter took the most important intelligence on this Hive World and passed it to Filon behind him. The Voidsmith immediately began analyzing it and transmitting the information to the small Cogitator arrays in everyone's Power Armour.
Once the warriors received their target locations, they split up and set off for their assigned objectives. Soon, only