Just as Iax gradually activated the Suspended Animation units in Sentinel Protocol and began to counterattack those Necrons targets that invaded Imperial World, a special space gap in which a combined fleet of more than ten ships from White Scars and Imperial Fists was constantly traveling through the void.
Imperial Fists's ship is heavily guarded.
The air was filled with the low hum of data streams, the subtle grinding sound of the Servo-skull monitor turning, and the lingering smell of dust and engine oil coming from deep within the ancient Terra strata below.
On Bridge, a flashing green light lit up from the center of the Holographic Projection platform and floated in the air, slightly disturbing the flashing communication screen of Jaghatai Khan's rough and unruly profile.
Jaghatai, who was sitting on his flagship, looked at the slowly rotating holographic Star Map in front of him. Countless light points represented the crumbling territory and raging darkness of Imperium.
An audio stream marked "Top Secret - Origin: Inquisition Heretic Court/Grey Knights" was called up. After passing through heavily encrypted filters, a cold, emotionless voice of Inquisitor, which was obviously deeply mechanically modified, echoed in the room.
"...'Entropy-Ash Corridor', target area coordinates: Theta-Delta-7-Alpha-Omega-3. The team of Inquisition'Blind Seers' is hunting a Word Bearers at M41.998 It was unexpectedly detected during Chaos Warband... The structure is extremely unstable, unnaturally formed, and is suspected to be the remnants of ancient existences...'folds'...Time Stream is chaotic, and the laws of physics are distorted... Found in Terra standard calendar, M42.012..."
The audio ends in a rustle of static.
The intelligence chief of Imperial Fists, a veteran with a face as rigid as steel and a complex analytical prosthetic eye in his left eye, used his robotic arm to point to a highlighted area on Star Map that twisted and shimmered like broken glass.
"Sir Khan, we have tried scanning and probe delivery more than ten times. All physical probes lost contact instantly after entering the area, and the signals were completely swallowed up. Psychic Power probes... worse. Three When Navigator tried to locate the Psychic Power resonance, his mind suffered an irreversible impact. One person was directly brain-dead, and the other two fell into an eternal nightmare, constantly screaming 'Stone-forged Giant Gate' and '... Never-ending falling...'."
He paused for a moment, and the cold red light of the mechanical prosthetic eye swept across the data stream that was constantly refreshing on the Holographic Projection platform.
"Are you sure the information given by Lord Corax is correct? Ordinary ships may not be able to operate in that area. Maybe we should transfer Phalanx?"
It's offensive to question a Primarch, but Imperial Fists is indeed very similar to their father, outspoken.
Moreover, Corax's strange state does look somewhat similar to those of his fallen brothers.
It would be suspicious if a Primarch, who has been missing for thousands of years, gives out any information about his father.
What's more, the relationship between Corax and Dorn is not good at all, so it is normal for Imperial Fists to doubt each other's motives.
Jaghatai Khan was silent for a while.
He didn't want to take these Imperial Fists soldiers together. White Scars and Imperial Fists have completely different styles. They are too rigid, just like their Gene-Father, stubborn and stubborn.
But thinking that this time he was looking for Dorn, he could not refuse the request of these Imperial Fists soldiers after all.
After all, when Russ was looking for them before, Men of Iron didn't reject Space Wolves either.
But when I heard these Imperial Fists warriors opening their mouths to tune Phalanx, I felt a little bit envious in my heart.
"Phalanx's movement speed is too slow and is not suitable for this mission."
Until now, Jaghatai still hasn't figured out why he had to do it himself to find Dorn.
His thick fingers unconsciously traced the edge of the cold projection table. Deep in his eyes, it seemed as if a storm was silently brewing and swirling.
Jaghatai didn't look at the depressing data, nor was he infected by the heavy atmosphere.
His eyes seemed to penetrate the false light of the holographic Star Map, penetrate the cold steel wall, and cast into the distant, twisted, and full of unknown horror Warp depths.
"A ship?"
Jaghatai murmured.
Although the appearance of the ships and vehicles he brought has almost remained the same as before, they have undergone transformations in Iax in Punitive Expedition.
Although they were not able to take their turn to play a role from beginning to end, they knew very well that the technological transformation of Men of Iron was definitely not that simple.
Tech-Priest and Techmarine have also inspected ships and equipment. The comprehensive performance and material strength of warships and vehicles have been greatly improved, and even the protective capabilities against sub-Spatial Energy have been significantly enhanced.
"Get Thunderhawk and Stormbird ready."
"Sons of the Storm bring the motorcycles and assault boats. We just need speed, absolute speed that tears everything apart."
They have wasted a lot of time here. If they had not respected Imperial Fists's cautious style, they would have rushed into that area long ago.
Khan's command made Imperial Fists on the other side of the communication confused.
"What do you want to do?"
Jaghatai's voice is hearty.
"Standing and waiting is not our style. Since cautious waiting has no effect, then be decisive, even if it is called reckless. I believe Corax will not give wrong news."
"Sons of Dorn, I need some warriors who are familiar with your Gene-Father tactical marks and Psychic Power's 'echo' to serve as anchors in the storm. Send a team of people to our ship. The Eagles of Chogoris will fight with them."
Jaghatai left the communication station, turned around and walked through the heavy Alloy door of the intelligence room.
Since Emperor's will dictates that he go find Dorn, then he must go there in person.
Although he doesn't like Emperor himself, he also believes that Emperor will not harm him.
"The fleet will arrive at the edge of the 'Entropy-Ash Corridor' coordinate point in four Terra standard hours."
The door closed heavily behind him, cutting off the somewhat oppressive air in the intelligence room and taking away the last trace of hesitation.
After picking up nearly four hundred Imperial Fists warriors, the White Scars fleet and the Imperial Fists ship gradually separated.
Imperial Fists's fleet will stay here to deliver the message, while White Scars's fleet, like a silent Drop Pod, begins to rush towards the edge of the void marked by Imperium Star Map as "Theta-Delta-7-Alpha-Omega-3" at extremely fast speeds.
Here, Realspace and the Veil become extremely thin, like an old parchment that has been repeatedly rubbed and stretched to the limit by invisible giant hands.
Outside the portholes, there is no longer the familiar deep darkness dotted with stars, but the rolling and surging Warp turbulence with colors that cannot be described in words.
They are like billions of wildly twisting giant pythons exuding rotten phosphorescence, entangled and biting, making silent screams. Just looking at them is enough to make the unstrengthened Mortals's sanity collapse.