Red warning lights flickered ominously, signaling the activation of the self-destruct system.
The fleet commander stared at the red button on the console, a trace of fear flashing across his face.
If the enemy breached the bridge, he would press the button.
The ship's engines would overload, burning out all systems and triggering the scattered self-destruct devices.
The warship would explode into fragnts, leaving no survivors aboard.
The bridge crew, trembling in terror, dared not voice any objections.
Those who had suggested surrender had been brutally torn apart.
Bloodied Royal Court Guards stood as silent enforcers, ensuring no one dared betray the Emperor.
In the void of space, the trapped fleet began a desperate counterattack, bombarding the Dreamweaver with everything they had.
But the Dreamweaver pressed forward undeterred, launching specialized torpedoes from its weapon systems.
These unique torpedoes, equipped with tracking counterasures, bypassed enemy defenses effortlessly and struck directly at their hulls.
Upon impact, the warheads deployed thermal-lting devices, burning through the steel armor and carving entry points for the torpedoes to penetrate the ships' interiors.
Once inside, the torpedoes disassembled, releasing spider-like chanical drones that clamped onto the tal floors.
The faint purple glow of their signal beacons began to pulse.
The boarding operation had officially begun.
Dreamweaver, Teleportation Bay.
The teleportation chambers were capable of short-range, rapid warp-space transfers.
This type of warp travel exposed users to the immaterium for only a brief mont, rendering them undetectable by warp-space entities.
However, the technology had its limitations. Most teleportation devices could not transport objects exceeding the size of two adults.
Vehicles, artillery, and other heavy equipnt were untransportable, and the transfer was strictly one-way.
This ant that the units participating in the operation had to fight without backup.
Victory or death—there was no retreat.
In the staging area, 20 Thunder Warriors and 3,000 Voidborn troops stood in disciplined rows, awaiting their turn.
The Thunder Warriors towered over the others at 2.4 ters tall, their imposing fras clad in dark gold power armor, exuding an aura of dominance.
The Voidborn warriors wore dim teal-green armor, fully ard and genetically enhanced for improved combat capabilities.
However, they were not yet Space Marines.
Until the Biologis Sage perfected the gene-forging techniques tailored to the Voidborn, they could not ascend to beco the Void Angels.
At the forefront stood Duke, the captain of the Voidborn troops, gripping a long spear with unwavering resolve.
Upon their arrival on Paradise World, the Voidborn had been granted lands cleansed of pollution—a verdant valley transford into a paradise.
They had fard the land, creating a ho for themselves, but this haven ca at a cost.
The Voidborn were required to continually supply their strongest warriors to form an army and fight for their benefactor.
Duke, his face set in determination, bore no fear for the coming battle. For these warriors, only death in battle could repay the blessings bestowed upon them.
A sharp alarm sounded, and the teleportation chamber's indicators lit up.
This signified that the signal beacons had successfully activated.
One by one, warriors entered the chamber, their destinations already determined.
When Duke's turn ca, he followed five Thunder Warriors alongside 100 of his troops.
Their mission: seize the enemy flagship's bridge and secure control.
In the teleportation chamber, intricate machinery humd behind steel sh panels.
The steel floor bore scorch marks in the shape of purple lightning—residual burns from previous warp discharges.
Teleportation was not without risks; even a minor error could leave participants stranded in the immaterium.
Unfazed, the warriors stood ready, stoic and silent. As the Governor's War Angels, they were duty-bound to fight without fear or hesitation.
Once everyone was in position, the chamber doors sealed shut.
The tech-priests calibrated the paraters and activated the teleportation device.
With a crackle of purple lightning, the warriors vanished.
Enemy Flagship, One Kiloter from the Bridge
The air shimred as the teleportation field materialized the warriors, accompanied by arcs of purple energy.
The operation had succeeded.
However, alarms had blared for several seconds before their arrival, and enemy reinforcents were already on their way.
The lead Thunder Warrior deployed a spherical reconnaissance device into the air, scanning the surroundings.
Other Thunder Warriors examined tactical data pads displaying the ship's schematics.
"You two, secure the data nodes. The rest, follow to the bridge," the lead Thunder Warrior ordered, firing blindly over his shoulder.
Boom!
An advancing heavy trooper's head exploded, the body collapsing to the floor.
The enemy had arrived.
The Thunder Warriors led the charge, wielding chainswords that left severed limbs and mangled remains in their wake.
Even heavily armored vehicles were no match for their raw power, torn apart by brute force.
Though they were gentle with allies, to their enemies, they brought only thunderous wrath.
"For the Governor!"
The Thunder Warriors roared their oath, carving a path of blood straight to the bridge.
On the Bridge
The fleet commander's expression was grim as the sound of gunfire drew nearer.
The enemy warriors were almost upon him.
He turned to the red self-destruct button, his fingers trembling.
Once pressed, these cursed primitives would perish alongside him.
Boom!
The Thunder Warriors breached the bridge.
"Kill them!"
The commander's guards, leading the remaining heavy troopers, charged.
But they were no match.
Three Thunder Warriors dispatched over a dozen Royal Court Guards with brutal efficiency, dismbering them with ease.
The lead Thunder Warrior flung a mutilated guard's corpse at the commander's feet, glaring coldly at him.
The commander, trembling, finally grasped the overwhelming power of these warriors.
Their re presence crushed his spirit.
"rcy!" the commander pleaded.
With his guards dead, he was finally free of their watchful eyes.
Confident in his value, he believed surrender would secure his life, even if it ant a loss of status.
But the Thunder Warriors remained silent, their piercing gaze unwavering.
The Governor had deed these n unworthy of rcy. Their actions had wrought suffering across countless worlds.
Desperate, the commander rushed to the console, his hand hovering over the self-destruct button.
"Stay back! I'll activate it and kill us all!"
The Thunder Warriors did not falter.
"Stop! Don't you want this ship?" the commander scread in panic.
But as they closed in, he crumbled to his knees, weeping.
A Thunder Warrior grabbed him, shattering his jaw with a single punch.
"Let tell you a secret: the self-destruct button hasn't worked for a while."
Unknown to the commander, two other Thunder Warriors had already accessed the ship's data nodes and disabled the self-destruct system.
The commander was handed over to the Voidborn troops for interrogation.
The bridge's systems flickered back to life as the Dreamweaver's AI, Xiaoling, seized full control.
Victory was declared—the flagship had been captured.
One by one, other boarding teams reported similar successes.
This was Urth's greatest triumph since its resurgence: the complete capture of an entire fleet.
As the battle ended, the captured ships gathered at the orbital docks near the star tower.
"This is a gold mine!"
In the space elevator, Eden rubbed his hands together with excitent.
With resources depleted, countless projects had been put on hold.
This captured fleet, which had plundered multiple star systems, was a treasure trove.
Eden couldn't wait to see what was inside those massive transport ships.
(End of Chapter)
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