The group quickly finished their meal. After seeing what appeared to be a Jedi, Aphra no longer felt like resting. She only wanted to leave the planet as soon as possible.
Everyone returned to the ship. The small craft then sprayed flames from its rear and fled the planet's atmosphere as if for its life, accelerating through space and entering hyperspace. Their first destination was to help Deathstroke retrieve the Beicen Symbiote.
After they jumped away, several ships simultaneously performed follow-up jumps from concealed locations, turning into points of light in space.
The ocher-brown Franlo remained peaceful. The departure of a few people seemed unlikely to change anything—until Teleportation Portals opened across the planet, and silent armies poured out of them.
A huge fleet completed its jump at the same time, arriving in orbit above Franlo. The massive warships looked bizarre, as if cities packed with spired buildings had been fitted with interstellar engines.
"Reclaim this world for the Emperor and purge all the xenos upon it." Looking at the town in the distance, the company commander, clad in black Terminator Power Armor, raised the Thunder Claw in his hand. Calmly, he issued the call to war over the communications channel: "Vinctorus aut Mortis!"
"For the Emperor." The response was not loud—in fact, it was almost whispered—but there was no doubt that every one of them was utterly loyal.
The black tide of steel immediately began moving across the planet's surface, and the Chapter's specialty, assault landings, unfolded in an instant.
"This is Haven IV." After emerging from hyperspace, Aphra once again lifted the visor on her hat and rubbed her eyes.
Although hyperspace travel was incredibly fast, every jump filled her vision with a vast white blur formed from converging stars. It was terribly hard on the eyes.
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