When Soshyan further confirmed the warning information, he breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that only a small group of Eldar pirates appeared.
Scattered across the galaxy are many so-called Eldar pirate gangs, fierce and deadly marauders.
These Eldar pirates abandoned the strict confines of the Craftworld for voluntary exile, seeking adventure across the galaxy and experiencing all the emotions and sensations accessible to the sensitive minds of the Eldar.
Most pirates are young, adventurous Eldar who return to their homelands when they are older, wiser, and tempered by the fires of war.
But some Eldar fully embraced the life of the Reavers, sinking deeper into bloodthirsty and insanity, indulging their darkest impulses, eventually finding their way into the infamous dark capital of Commorragh.
Most of the time, they are a frequent hazard to the merchant fleet, but rarely pose a threat to the Empire's main war fleet.
The intelligence about the appearance of the Eldar fleet in the Storm Star Territory was quickly analyzed by "professionals" as a small group of Eldar pirates. This level of alien threat to the empire basically adopts a strategy of driving them away. After all, the Eldar warships have always been... Known for their agility and speed, unless the Empire is willing to dispatch a large fleet to set up an ambush, it will be difficult to catch them.
For a small group of trivial harassments and some complaints from traders, it is obvious that the Imperial Navy will not dispatch precious large battleships. The only action is to order ports and fortresses to strengthen their alerts - even this action is mostly just In order to deal with the nagging of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Since the Imperial Navy was not that concerned, Soshyan had no reason to bother dealing with this matter. Although the Astartes were the guardians of the Empire, after continuous battles, the Chapter also needed a period of rest.
He planned to focus on the internal construction of the battle group and the daily training of the soldiers, but Sevatar found him and asked him to assemble the fleet immediately.
When Soshyan asked the reason, the other party only answered one sentence.
"The prophet has arrived."
However, except for Soshyan, not everyone is so uninterested.
The garrison officer of Nathan No. 6 was very vigilant.
"We have to be vigilant that they can attack anywhere at any time."
Admiral Konko's eyes scanned the video station, flashing data showing information flowing into his cerebral cortex through the connections and plugs of his command station.
Orbital defenses are all in order.
Below him the bridge crew were frozen in their positions or scurrying back, facing information icons, the vast hall echoing with murmurs of chatter.
The cursor moved swiftly and rattlingly, the contemplators rattled, the tap of polished boots against the hard-to-scrub deck.
This is Nathan No. 6, and this is the world he wants to protect.
The Nessian system is a standard star system with seven planets orbiting one star. However, only Nessian 4 and 5 are habitable. Nos. 1, 2, and 3 cannot be colonized due to high temperatures and harsh geological environments. , there are only some mining stations of the Mechanicum on it.
Planets Nessin 6 and 7 are both uninhabitable because they are too far away and very cold. Planet 7 does not even have an atmosphere, while Nessun 6 still has a thin atmosphere.
It is for this reason that Nessen-6 became a transit station for the Imperial Navy, and several large prisons were built on the planet specifically to house criminals from this system and surrounding planets - they will spend their entire lives in prison. working in the mines.
As a transit station, Nessen-6 naturally also has its orbital defense facilities.
In fact, after years of building bricks and mortar, the orbital station of Nathan 6 can already be called a fortress. It is attached to the orbit of the planet like a giant steel starfish, alert to any unfriendly gaze in the darkness.
Vice Admiral Konko used to be the captain of a cruiser in the Imperial Navy, until his battleship was severely damaged in a battle, and he was thrown here to retire after he was "old and exhausted".
But he has never had the heart to "retire for old age" and firmly believes that he will return to the battlefield one day.
Now Lieutenant General Conke is scanning the marks around him on the monitor, an armed transport ship, and three Sword-class frigates. These are the only ships he currently has.
I heard that there have been some riots in the prisons down there recently, and I don’t know what caused them.
But Konko didn't care.
The operating condition of the orbital station is the most important.
Once any enemy appears, he will concentrate his efforts to eliminate them.
Konko has a high degree of hatred for aliens, especially Eldar - it was a group of Eldar that damaged his ship, but they were Dark Eldar.
But he wouldn't tell the difference so clearly. He just hated the Spirit Clan and hated them for taking away his chance to continue fighting on the battlefield.
Under his cold appearance, Konko is also looking forward to testing the powerful strength of this combat space station.
The thought stirred him up on his hard throne.
Then he brought his thoughts to the sound and moved his throat.
"How long will it take for the weapon systems to be fully tested?"
the Vice Admiral yelled.
The question was amplified by the brass wire amplification of the open-mouthed skull that formed the armrest of his throne, and the NCOs scurried back to their positions to assess the readings.
Unsurprisingly, Chief Adjutant Jolen was the first to respond.
"It will take another 17 minutes and 7 seconds, sir."
His voice came from the Meditator Department.
Konko snorted, an ugly growl coming out - clearly that damn boy wanted his job.
"Keeping the current level, I expect all weapons to function perfectly during subsequent fire tests, understand?'
"Understood, sir."
A neat voice sounded on the bridge, and then everyone became busy.
A smile appeared on Konko's scarred synthetic lips, but the expression didn't last long.
A separate security alarm sounded at one of the foretelling stations.
"what happens?"
A circuit station worker rushed to investigate with an underlying feeling of fear.
"What happened?"
the Vice Admiral yelled.
"Region 195 has just reported signs of compromised air integrity, which indicates that a certain area of the orbital station may have ruptured, but the impact will be minor."
Konko evaluated the information in a heartbeat.
It was almost certainly the result of a collision with a piece of atmospheric debris or an unidentified satellite, but either way, he wouldn't have risen to where he is today without a radical attitude toward everything.
The operating rules of the orbital station specify how to deal with this situation.
"I'd like a full divination scan of the neighborhood."
He immediately gave the order, and the bridge began to get busy.
"If something enters the orbital station's fire coverage, I want to know about it immediately! The damaged area of 195 is sealed immediately, a safety draft is reported, and the damaged control unit is reported. Who is responsible for that part?"
"Junior Adjutant Mari, sir!"
The second lieutenant shouted back and gave Jolen a blow.
"Tell him I want a thorough status report in five minutes,"
Kangke ordered in a deep voice
"and--"
Suddenly, he couldn't speak anymore because he felt something wet flowing down his lips.
He wiped his nose and saw a red stain appear on the back of his hand, spreading across his white silk glove, and then another drop of blood.
At the same time another drop of blood struck the embroidered cuff of his uniform.
"captain?"
Someone asked nervously, and Konko looked up at the chief deputy standing in the audience.
The other person's nose is also bleeding.
For a moment, he became stunned and disbelieving as he realized that everyone on the bridge was suffering the same pain.
"The bridge is under hostile attack!"
It was the voice of the security chief, but the voices seemed distant and dull.
Konko immediately tried to concentrate.
His thoughts were bogged down, weighed down by some strange, sudden lethargy.
He was vaguely aware of what the adjutant was shouting, and then a sudden headache, accompanied by an intrusion alarm ringing across the bridge.
The old lieutenant general's body shook uncontrollably, and then he subconsciously grabbed the armrests of the throne, trying his best to break free from the dizziness and speak out.
His eardrums ruptured, but he already realized what had hit them.
