Slaughterer's flagship was a stolen battleship-the Brave Big Iron Ball, the symbol of his valor. The prestige he had earned back then was what had allowed him to rampage through this region for so many years.
On a battlefield between the Imperium and Chaos, dozens of warships had exchanged fire while over two thousand Astartes boarded one another's vessels. Slaughterer had entered the fray late in the war, his Orks beating down the exhausted humies on both sides.
He had boarded the enemy fleet's largest battleship first. It was the flagship of the Imperium of Man, where two Chapter Masters, a Warband leader, and several Possessed were locked in a bitter fight.
Slaughterer's Ork warlord had charged in and been obliterated. Slaughterer's boss had charged in and been obliterated. Yet Slaughterer, the vanguard boss, had remained standing on the battlefield, slaughtering a double-digit number of tin cans.
From that day onward, Slaughterer had become a true boss in his own right.
His invincible fleet now numbered over a thousand warships of all sizes, with more than a hundred matching the standard of Imperial capital ships.
Defeating an Ork army of this caliber head-on would require at least a medium-sized Imperial Expeditionary Force fighting alongside several Chapters.
Now Evan stood before a Holomap, studying the tangled Warp routes and the distribution of nearby factions, and brought out an old trick from his days as a Stellaris player.
"Are the supplies ready?"
"Thirty-two Ambition-class Cruisers and Gothic-class battleships, along with sixty-nine Escort Ships, have all received full provisions for six Terran years. To accommodate that, our crews are only around three times the minimum operating threshold."
(A cruiser required at least ninety thousand people to operate. At most, it could carry nearly a million.)
"What's the status of the target signal