Hulk Busting, Pt 1
Master of the Fleet Rasiel stared at the tactical display on his flagship. Voltron's Fury. The new tactical display. To match the new command chair, the new weapons, new reactor, new fleet. He glanced down at his hand, clad in the new Advanced Elite Power armor. He snorted.
"Is there a problem, brother?" His second, Castigon asked.
"I am simply thinking of all the new equipment brother. It is certainly a change."
He nods gravely as numerous serfs scurry around, doing the innumerable tasks a battle barge requires. "Indeed. The Imperial Trust seems most prolific when it comes to newness. Both of technology and ideas." He glances down at his own armor "But it certainly has some advantages."
At this you chuckle "True enough brother. I'm certainly in no hurry to go back to our old armor."
As the two of you chuckle quietly together a serf clears his throat. "Excuse me my lord, but the fleet conference is in five minutes."
You take another glance at the strategic situation, noting that you skirmishers have once again withdrawn to beyond weapons range, even as what remains of the ork fighter bombers tries to harass your forces. There aren't many of those left, thanks to the Guardian Fighter and Wraith interceptors the Trust has fielded. Another advantage from the trust, and one that that declined to share with the Dragon's Nest.
"Come brother, lets go."
The two of you head to the new conference room, and soon enough ghostly figures begin sitting side by side. Some from your fleet, but most from your allies. Once everyone arrives Admiral Freyer stands up.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the long and short of it is that Governor Roberts has done it again. The Abomination Crusade summoned a 3rd circle Archangyl, 25 fifth circles and a supporting legion. The good governor proceeded to lure said legion into a trap and destroyed it in 30 minutes of heavy action in return for minor casualties. The Archangyl was confirmed KIA, not banished."
You blink in shock as muttering breaks out among the members of the conference. "...Are you sure that isn't propaganda?"
"Yes. Incidentally, the wildlife killed two thirds of the enemy Titans and he managed to kill two billion traitors when a deathstrike missile volley went in unopposed."
It turns out that Astartes can, in fact, drop their jaw. "That planet is ridiculous."
A chorus of "We know" answers your astute observation.
The admiral continues "Unfortunately, we expect the abomination to accelerate their plans. Including mass sacrifice to summon a first Circle Archangyl, or other desperation moves. The possibility that they will divert to attack less defended targets is also a real possibility. As a result, we are accelerating our plans. Commedore, if you will breif everyone on Operation Thaddus."
A composed, dangerous looking woman stands and nods as eyes turn towards her. "Gentlemen, this is Grot Smasha, the second largest hulk in the ork armada after Da Crumpa. It has been damaged in the fighting, but not as much as Da Crumpa, making it arguably their most valuable remaining naval asset. The damage it has sustained however has opened a weakness in the hulk, a Tau Exporer class vessel. For those unfamiliar with Imperial Era Tau designs, the explorer was a frankly pathetic combatant for its size, being slow, poorly armored and worse armed. In this case, the orks have neglected to improve its point defense abilities, and it notably lacks classic anti bording defenses."
You blink in shock. "You can't suggest a boarding assault on the hulk? We don't have enough Astartes to board a hulk that size, even if the majority of its crew is groundside."
"We have Helguard, we'll get the job done. Sir."
You frown, then eventually nod "They are skilled, but even so..."
"I understand your concerns, but this is a smash and run operation. Get in via assault craft, set as many reactors to explode as practical, get out."
You glance at your brother. He nods. "Very well. we'll support this operation. When do we launch the distraction?"
A/N: There we go.
@Durin