The tirade has continued for nearly seven hours already, with even the super-human vocal cords of the opposing and wretched lackey of the Imperium slowly losing their strength after that supposed 'Chapter Master Amadeus Chyropheles' had begun and continued the customary exchange of insults before a battle. If it hadn't been against a Corpse-Worshipping Pest like the 'Chapter Master' was, then the various expletives and insults would have brought even a Daemonette to blushing at the sheer vulgarity and imagination found within.
In fact, the one chained to the Captain's Throne was blushing...and doing other things in sheer excitement.
In contrast, Amadel Bryarwound was busy taking notes, quite enthralled by the sheer rage emanating from the fleet of ships (which were a mix of at least three distinct styles, he noted. One Imperial, one which favored geometric angles and sandy colors, with the last favoring white and black colors over straight edges sweeping across their ships with orb-like structures along some points. Quite fascinating, in all honesty. He couldn't wait to get some of the crew to interrogate them about that! Er...where was he? Ah, yes. Rage from the fleet!) currently barreling toward them, little of their make known, and what was known was known by the simple fact that they had looked at them with their augurs and sensors.
"-AND I WILL RIP OUT HURONS SKIN AND TURN IT INTO A SHITTY FUCKING UGLY PIECE OF HAT AS A DELIBERATE INSULT TO EVERY HAT IN THE GALAXY!" Continued the screaming, and Amadel perked up with a blink as he heard that name.
"Huron?" He muttered, not noticing that the giggling Horror he had bound to his helmet some decades ago on a whim had changed his vox to transmit his words to the enemy. "But that fool has been dead for three centuries, isn't he?"
Utter silence and the sounds of a disappointed Daemonette followed his muttering. He looked up from his musings to find some of the other Corsairs looking at him, alongside the Captain looking rather annoyed. Not good.
"What." It wasn't a question. It was a demand of information spoken with such finality that Amadel felt compelled to speak, despite the effort he had placed in constructing wards against just such magics and abilities.
"Yeah, Huron Blackheart? That fool was slain shortly before we arrived here. Master Garlon Souleater leads us now," he added the last part after a moment of hesitation, honestly curious how the mad Space Marine would react.
"...do you think this matters to me? Do You Think. This. MATTERS TO ME?!" He did, in fact, react quite violently to that information. Fascinating! "I WILL STILL SLAY EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU, TAKE EVERY SKULL FROM YOUR MISBEGOTTEN HEADS, CRUSH THEM INTO A FINE POWDER," one of the Khornate-aligned Corsairs bellowed insults after a second where he had perked up, mortally insulted at hearing someone disrespect skulls like that. "SANCTIFY THE ASHES, SMELT THEM INTO STAINED GLASS PANES, AND THEN CREATE LANTERNS FOR MY FUCKING SHIPS WHERE I'LL HAVE THEM SANCTIFIED AGAIN SO THAT I WILL ALWAYS HAVE THE PLEASURE OF KNOWING WHERE THE CORPSES OF YOU DISHONORABLE TRAITOR BASTARD SONS OF A MANGY-" and the tirades continued. Fascinating how the man could scream!
The Warp Screamed.
Ships Emerged, one by one, until a fleet appeared within Gathin, the distinct shapes of Imperial ships materializing with the blaze of engines igniting and the light of the star hitting their bulks. Imperious and regal, these titanic ships, fourteen Destroyers, nine Frigates, and five Light Cruisers, were headed by the imposing shape of a Mechanicus Gothic Cruiser, its two Lance Batteries glinting with constrained hatred for the impure, the Machine Spirit within its Lance Turret could barely be brought under control by the prayers and rites of its attending priests, and the large Nova Cannon atop its head was death incarnate upon the foes it sought to reap. It was a deadly force, one regal and eager to beat back Ruin once again.
It was the quickest possible force that could be ripped from its moorings in the month after the attack was known, gathered with speed that left several parts of several ships damaged from the hasty race to re-take or liberate Gathin Major.
And standing in opposition were the forces of Chaos...and the ships in service to an unknown Xeno Menace.
Ten Destroyers, eleven Frigates, four Light Cruisers, and one Slaughter-Class Cruiser, noted as the 'Litany of Damnation' by the records, on the side of Chaos...and another fleet racing against it. By sheer providence, both the fleet of the Imperium and that subservient to the Xenos' would arrive at the same time to do battle against the Heretics.
As for their fleet, two Battle Cruiser-weight Xeno Vessels stood as their spearhead, with five Light Cruisers following (though they, and especially two of them, hung noticeably back), along with twelve Frigates and six Destroyers. Two of those ships seemed to be troop carriers. Yet eight of those Frigates were distinctly Imperial in design, causing some sensor serfs to pause in confusion before scanning the ships again.
The (rather self-proclaimed and hoping the ascension to the rank would be authorized after her sect rejoined the wider Mechanicum) Magos Domina T-A A2B/G3B silently observed the fleets and their varying strengths, coming to a single conclusion: Victory was possible, yet would cost her the entire fleet to achieve.
Moments passed as she calculated the possible reason for the fleets of the Xenos and Traitor Imperials to race against each other before she received a report regarding the vox broadcasts of the Xeno Traitor fleet.
More moments passed as she analyzed the contents and concluded: a Space Marine Chapter had allied with the Xeno Traitors to rip out the Chaos Infestation, likely intending to use them and their ships as ablative armor in the coming fight. Cooperation was possible with that element; thus, authority could be established over the Xenos Traitors, even by tertiary means.
Calculations commenced, and the results were clear: Chaos was the Arch-Enemy. All other foes could be used to fight against it, especially if they were intended to be struck down after the fact. Even if that fact would come at a later date.
And so, an offer was sent to the Space Marine and Xeno Traitor Fleets;
-Neon would accept a temporary cease-fire between their policies to exterminate the local Chaos Presence.
-No Neon, Space Marine, or Xeno Traitor ship would fire upon each other until the local Void and Planetary Forces were fully exterminated.
-The Xeno Traitor Ships would be allowed to leave unmolested, provided they departed by the decade's end and did not commit overt instances of looting or sabotage upon Gathin Major and the local Neon Void Assets.
With that, it was all over but the waiting—both to see if they would accept and for the fleets to meet.
Do you accept the terms?
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] Yes.
(You fight a 2v1 Void Battle with Neon against Chaos, help them for, at most, eight years to reclaim Gathin Major, and perform no overt looting or sabotage.)
[] Yes, but (Write-In)
(See the above, but make secret alterations to the deal on your side that Neon won't know about.)
[] No.
(You fight a 1v1v1 Void Battle against the Chaos and Neon Fleet.)