The long war had marched on in his memory for thousands of years, he remembered how Prospero burned, he remembered Ahrimans ritual that cursed his brothers, he remembered the Gothic war serving as one of Abbadon's many advisers.....
Masaharta rolled her eyes as her master's acheivements went on. Sure she would never roll her eyes at such a well known Chaos Sorcerer in person, but in her bridge, on a ship that she had taken from the reserve fleets of the corrupt naval lords of this system she was free to do what she wished in some aspects. Masaharta was a Chaos Sorceress of the highest degree, for a mortal. She was in the process of correcting that, she aimed to become a demon Prince, and her first target to prove herself was to raid the system of Vestibius. The Imperials had abandoned it when Her master caused warpstorms to shatter the ablity to travel though here decades ago. It was only a matter of time before the Imperials recon raided the system itself or came in force.
She looked over the command console from the Lord's throne as her Thousand Son Marines invaded the world below. Normally one would not beable to command thousand sons, but Tzeentch in his wisdom had given her a cadre of Thousand Sons to do just that, Much to Weshptah's disdain. Sudden a CAll was sounded out by her men. "Two unknown Ships off the Starboard side!" After a pause the Bosun at the sensors called out again. "Its the Vigours and the Ranger My Lord!" The bouson looked at her. "Both Daughtless class Cruisers, torpedoes front. They closing bearing 125 by 234 by 78!"
"Good! Our First Catch of the DAy! Praise Tzeentch!" She yelled out over the ship board net." All crew to action Stations! " She hit the Klaxon switch several times as it rang out loudly. " Comms Get the Renegades of Prospero. Notify them to keep moving forward if they launch torpedoes in the next 5 minutes, if not turn towards the enemy and engage the Vigours. She will be the first target of our wraith at the false emperor!"
After a few moments all sections reported in, her fighters and bombers launched successfully and she started the Hecate's slow turn towards the enemy, slow was relative as she was faster then most Imperial ships. the PAradise lost fired her starboard weapons, the Battery fire missed completely, but the weapon fire massed from her escorts crippled the dauntless, then came in the lance shots from the paradise lost, her weapons aim turn. The lances burned deep into the hull causing th ship to loose power and drift forward blazing under the whithering fire she sustained. The ranger turned towards them and fired a salvo of torpedoes that found two of her escorts, sending the souls onboard to the warp.
Masaharta smiled as she began to order the ships to fire again on the ranger, only to watch it sustain damage, but non lethal to the hardy little ship. Then it quickly pulled itself back into the warp, disappearing quickly after only a few rounds of firing. She growled and slamed her fist into the command throne arm. " Damn them for running like dogs!"
She sat back in her chair. "Info the renegades to return to orbit. We will recieve the raiders shortly and go to warp. Our master has plans for us..." With that She stood up, a stunning beauty of long dark hair and hazel eyes, her skin an albaster white. She wore Carpace armor taken from a long dead naval Commissar, at her hip was his bolt pistol. The power sword once used by the previous captain was consicrated to a less demon and its soul reforged on the blade making the power blade much more deadly then it was prior. Many thought she might do better with Slanneshes patronage, but she loved manipulating the minds around her with schemes not sex. She walked out to her command room, where the rituals to Tzeentch were conducted to contact Weshptah.
