A certain obscure, remote star system.
Over a dozen frigates and destroyers were anchored in orbit around a single lunar class cruiser.
While most of the ships, save for the lunar class, were heavily damaged, the wreckage of over a dozen alien warships drifted beside this pathetic fleet.
Gravity pulled at the debris as it slowly drifted. On the bridge of the lunar class, Van Roth looked out the viewport.
Suddenly, with a dull thud, the body of an Aeldari pirate slammed against the viewport.
Seeing the wide, dying eyes and the frozen expression of confusion on the pirate's face, Van Roth couldn't help but sigh.
When this fleet—which looked like easy prey—had appeared in orbit, the Aeldari pirates below thought they had struck gold. Instead of opening fire from a distance, they insisted on closing the gap for a boarding action.
And as for the result of getting close to a lunar class piloted by Sith...
Watching the confused Aeldari pirate drift away, Van Roth looked toward the denser wreckage further out.
The result was that those dozen-plus Aeldari pirate ships hadn't even withstood a single broadside of macro-cannons from the lunar class.
He offered a moment of silence for the aliens. After all, once Sith had obliterated the dozen pirate ships in one volley, the Slaanesh warriors under his command had looked at their master, instantly 'pinked' up, their mouths grinning from ear to ear.
Thinking of this, Van Roth stiffened helplessly. Faced with the heavy, rhythmic thud of ceramite power armor marching across the deck behind him, he didn't even have the desire to turn around.
After all, surrounded by aliens and heretics pacing the bridge, Van Roth could only silently repeat, 'The God-Emperor protects,' over and over.
Because right now on the bridge, not only were the followers of the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods living in rare harmony, but one or two Legion of the Damneds of the Emperor could be seen walking among them from time to time.
And that wasn't even the strangest part; the group of 'Siths Boyz' who had also escaped aboard were walking brazenly through this bizarre crowd.
Thinking of the 'Siths Boyz', Van Roth felt a vein throb in his forehead. After holding back for a long time, he couldn't help but glance back. He didn't see any boyz, only a ship full of 'Bosses'.
Looking at these high-level Greenskin warriors, who were no match for the Astartes, Van Roth felt a pang of heartache for the ship's food supplies, while simultaneously being speechless at how quickly these aliens had... grown!
Now, Van Roth could only hope that the God-Emperor would find a way to bypass the interference of the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods and get the message to Guilliman.
Otherwise, Van Roth was truly afraid that Sith would lead Gork and Mork to produce a batch of 'Krorks'!
Even if these Krorks were loyal to Sith, the mere thought of it terrified Van Roth.
The Krorks were the ancestors of the Greenskins, a war species created by the Old Ones during the super-ancient era to fight the C'tan.
They not only retained 'Waaagh!', but were also well-proportioned, tall, rational, and intelligent—to a certain extent, they could even be considered a perfect species.
As a member of the Inquisition, Van Roth knew a thing or two about this, so when he saw that in just a few months, they had upgraded from boyz to full-blown bosses, he found it terrifying no matter how he looked at it.
It wasn't until the bridge comms relayed a report from the surface that Van Roth managed to tear his attention away and look back at the planet's surface outside the viewport.
At the same time, his gaze toward the surface filled with a touch of pity.
After all, even if Sith did bring out the Krorks, as long as Sith remained on the side of the Imperium, these Krorks would be the Imperium's 'Sith Krorks'.
The Imperium only needed to see the good side of the 'Krorks', but the Aeldari pirates on the ground now had to face not only the 'Sith Bosses' but also the minions of the five great evil gods of the Warp!
Meanwhile, on the surface.
The Aeldari pirates gazed at the roaring, twisting gate before them, their eyes filled not just with terror, but with a confusion they couldn't begin to fathom.
Even at the very last line of defense, the Pirate Prince, as their leader, kept staring at the surveillance footage outside the gate, his head bowed, eyes wide, whispering, 'Is this right?'
When the gate finally collapsed with another explosion, the pirates had just raised their weapons when the scene before them made them scream in sheer terror.
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