Chapter 102 No Turning Back
The ancient hull of the Wrathstorm trembled slightly, and her warp engine was making final preparations.
Except for some of the mechanical priests of the Chapter who needed to chant and burn incense during the warp voyage to appease every machine soul of this huge warship throughout the journey and ensure that they could safely carry everyone to complete this journey, the other members of the Martian Order took their positions in the engine room, which was hot and noisy enough to damage the unprotected skin and hearing of a mortal in a few minutes, and used ancient binary hymns and special incense and oils made by the Mechanicus to appease the ancient manic machine soul.
The navigators on each ship of the expedition fleet gathered together and prepared their own strength one by one according to the procedure. The equipment built into the navigator's bubble cabin would twist their strength into one strand and then connect it to the huge warp engine of the spacecraft. The third eyes on their foreheads began to observe the light that was burning souls on Holy Terra and that crossed the galaxy, making the last and most important guarantee for leading the fleet into the warp.
It usually takes a long time to find a specific ship target in the vast desert of the universe. Some Inquisitors or hunting teams can even use centuries to complete this task, but they also know that after the last supply is used up, there will be no more psykers in the fleet to hold high-level divination rituals.
At the same time, all senior officers have reached a consensus: the coordinates and the position of the iconic star obtained in the last ritual are close enough. As long as they can enter the range of their ship's sensor scanning array, there is a high probability that they can directly scan the ship signal of the opponent who should be defenseless. At that time, the Terminators of the First Company of the Imperial Fists will take advantage of the lightning speed to use boarding torpedoes to break in, and then use teleportation to force directly into this moon-class modified barge, destroy all possible resistance, seize control of the ship, and then search for the target they want - because the target is too precious, they can't risk using powerful ship main weapons. Of course, considering that the opponent may not know this, the traditional torpedo feint attack accompanied by the breakthrough seems quite worth using.
Therefore, making a warp jump as accurate as possible to the last coordinates is the only choice in the race against time. So in order to bring the fleet to the vicinity of their target ship of this expedition, the navigators must bravely face and look at the dangerous and chaotic warp, and endure all the pain that occurs. The price of a navigator's luxurious life and lofty status is for this mission at this moment.
In this way, Danat Lysander's fleet ships finally jumped into the warp one by one, and began to use thrusters to maintain their formation in the twisting vortex and tendrils here, and tried to cross the living nightmare interstellar bay.
All people endured the whispers and scratching pains from outside the Geller's field, and all navigators stared closely at the fragile light in the distance, which was the only reliable reliance they relied on to locate the fleet in this place where space is uncertain, time is uncertain, and it is easy to cause all kinds of unreasonable madness to any rational life.
Fortunately, this time their prayers were heard by the Emperor, who mercifully protected them, allowing them to endure the pain until the navigators found a most suitable weak spot in the curtain, where they started the warp engine again, temporarily tearing a hole in the curtain large enough for them to return to the dimension of the living world. Thus, the longitude and latitude of space were roughly but practically connected and woven together, and the fleet began to jump out from Mandeville Point one after another.
On the bridge of the Wrathful Storm, the brass meditator with a clenched fist and the Skyhawk emblem on the panel made a subtle movement, and then began to compare the galaxy they were in, the position of the distant stars, and the previous star map, in order to determine their specific location and recalibrate their actual time.
The fleet assembled near the agreed assembly point and began to take stock of the situation. The remnants of the warp plasma aerosol that began to melt as soon as it came into contact with the real universe, and the half-disintegrated, long stream of vicious particles dragging at the stern, were gradually expelled as the ship moved in the real galaxy. At this time, they completely closed the Geller stand and raised the void shields on all ships, allowing the fleet to form a prescribed formation, and the sides of the ships shone under the illumination of the galaxy stars.
"The jump is over." The captain of the Wrathstorm, Philip Vian, reported to Lysander standing on the bridge, and ordered other bridge officers at the same time, "Confirm the position, we should now be near Mandeville Point in Bellacan, 690,000 miles away from the target. All ships, report. Communications officer, rebuild the network."
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The result of this warp navigation was not so satisfactory, Lysander thought as he locked himself on the fixed bracket on the boarding torpedo.
This man-eating indescribable land always seemed to like him to spend too much time in it.
They had only spent three hours in the subspace, but when they finally jumped out, a full thirty-three hours had passed in the real universe.
Fortunately, the meticulous Captain Vian found the target, which was sailing slowly using ordinary thrusters, at the edge of the maximum scanning range of the sensor.
Out of caution, they once again used the sensor array to conduct an enhanced scan. The result of the scan was: a standard Imperial-sized Moon-class modified barge, with standard firepower configuration and normal working void shields - but it was just a standard void shield. How much artillery and torpedo attacks were needed to overload the Moon-class reactor energy, and how to use the melta weapon at the front of the boarding torpedo to break its hull - Lysander could operate it with his eyes closed.
So the combat plan finally remained the original idea. Lysander and his Titan Demolition Terminator Squadron took the first batch of boarding torpedoes.
If they successfully established a landing site, they would use the transmission beacon they carried, and then everything should be no suspense: the most elite First Company Terminators and Centurion Armor of the Imperial Fists would begin to land on this small Moon-class battleship, and every inch of the conquered territory would be firmly defended by an Imperial Fists warrior.
This operation cannot fail, and it is impossible to fail.
Perhaps if everything goes well, the Titan Demolition Squadron will be able to clear the ship before other brothers arrive. The name of the Destiny Steel sounded familiar, and the captain didn't like one of the words in it.
The boarding torpedoes vibrated, and Lysander knew that they were being put into the torpedo launch chamber.
Through the eyepiece and the monitor in front, he could see the beautiful Moon-class barge floating in front of the huge gas star, and seemed to be trying to turn there in panic. Its void shield had been raised in time, but the macro cannons and torpedoes of the Wrath Storm and other ships were rapidly overloading it.
This Moon-class was indeed modified very beautifully. When the thrusters rushed towards the ship with a gleaming silver-white body and a simple and elegant outer surface unlike most imperial ships, the captain even felt a little regretful that he was about to add an ugly big hole to its beautiful and smooth surface.
Of course, this idea changed immediately after he opened the boarding melt and found that the energy beam that should have broken the thick metal hull was just "swallowed" quietly.
Lysander's last communication was transmitted back to the bridge of the Wrath Storm.
"Be careful! Trap!"
But the boarding torpedo could not turn back.
It took Danat Lysander headlong into the darkness of total chaos.
Quack.
Wipe the sweat off your face, finally got him in!
Good!
Gear up!