"The stripping weapons have all been installed."
"Good."
"Have the Navy and Army begin evacuating. Also, have Heat Death leave behind a few more Iron Men in Commorragh."
Qin Mo walked through the corridor leading to the bridge as the Master Control Intelligence reported the situation and received his orders.
At this point in the war, the remaining steps had nothing to do with mortal flesh and blood.
Commorragh would not be completely destroyed, but the Dark Eldar would not only struggle in poverty—they would also be unable to leave after Burner sealed the Webway gates.
They were finished.
"Lord of Tyran." Usulan suddenly emerged from another corridor and walked beside Qin Mo. "I suggest that you not completely destroy Commorragh's core."
Qin Mo sneered. "We get along well enough, so you can just say it outright: you don't want Commorragh to suffer such a catastrophe, because even the Drukhari are still your kin. You're much closer to them than you are to the Eldar or humanity."
Though Qin Mo's mockery was sharp this time, Usulan did not lose his composure, proving that he was not thinking as Qin Mo had claimed.
"If you do not trust me, there is nothing I can do about it."
"In any case, I have recently been collecting things from Commorragh's Library while reading through its books."
"I came across some information stating that important facilities of the Ancient Eldar Empire, such as Commorragh, generally possessed self-defense mechanisms. Not defenses on the level of firing at you when you entered, but defenses designed specifically against the C'tan."
"To put it another way, if Commorragh's core region—the transfer station once built by the Ancient Eldar Empire—is destroyed, it will retaliate in a manner extremely lethal to the C'tan."
Having said only that much, Usulan