After reaching high orbit, the Spark immediately went into action.
The Strike Cruiser trembled with almost unacceptable power, and the air was full of static electricity from its Void Shield and the throbbing of the filled light spear array.
Lothar replaced Soshyan in charge of the command throne of the bridge, surrounded by a hologram and data readings.
The explosion-proof wall of the observation port has been lowered, and now the space behind presents a monitoring screen and observation display occupying the center of the dark bridge.
Lothar watched the crew busy.
Generally speaking, the star warriors rarely notice their mortal servants, and even less really notice their activities. This is not because of arrogance, but because of the huge physical and psychological barriers that make it difficult for superhumans to notice. To the thin human beings busy back and forth by their side. Those who control the bridge are the most privileged among the thousands of servants serving the warships, and their experience and expertise provide them with better rations and shelters.
Even so, they are also useless and fragile creatures. Their gray-white robes hang loosely on their thin bodies, looking haggard.
In order to imitate their masters in vain, they shaved their scalps, and some increased the sky eagle tattoos on their faces and arms.
Lothar watched them work in the communication post and bird watch architecture, and monitored the engine output and prepared to coordinate firepower.
Everything is in silence.
At this height, no matter how he tried, Lothar found that he could not distinguish any of them, old or young, male or female.
They are the property of the Order. Whether they are voluntary or forced, they must serve on this ship for life.
This is the cruel and indifferent side of the human empire.
Choice is an extravagant power for most people.
"Team commander."
Lothar turned on the remote communicator and communicated with Soshyan who had arrived in the torpedo launching capsule.
"We are catching up with that transport ship. ID scans and keel markings confirm that it is undoubtedly the New Faros. What is your order?"
"Did you signal her?"
"Yes, but she did not respond. The close-range ornithology detection only detected very few signs of life. About twenty minutes ago, a landing ship was thrown out by her. The target was the orbital station. I think your guess has been confirmed. Up."
"It seems that those traitors have already had fun, and it is nothing more than a morgue right now."
"It is true, but they may be able to provide us with information before landing, such as the identity of the traitors."
Lothar looked at the surveillance screen.
Even if the image is not magnified, the New Faloth can be clearly identified, and its mottled, unpleasant body is set against the rotating green and white sphere.
What happened to her crew? What is occupying her deck and space in the dark now?
"Team commander, we still have twenty seconds to get into the launch range."
"You control it."
After waiting for twenty seconds, he felt a shock when the attack torpedo that wrapped Soshyan was launched.
Behind him, the first squad stood motionless, fully armored and armed, with automatic stabilizers and magnetic locks that made them stand firm when the torpedo was launched towards the side of the Neofalos.
Starfire has reached a very close distance from the opponent, so close that it can guarantee that no matter what defense system it has, it will not be able to lock them when the astral knight's torpedoes tear open the narrow void between them.
The approaching alarm sounded, and before the narrow metal cabin was filled with fierce red light, the time on Soshyan's visor showed less than fifteen seconds.
"Ready to enter the cabin!"
Soshyang ordered to set the stabilizer to its maximum power.
Just when the armor was locked, he felt that the thrust of the brake rocket suppressed a rapid collision, and at the moment the impact appeared, he hummed.
The power armor absorbs the strong gravity change, this force is enough to tear a mortal into fleshy flesh.
The torpedo seemed to stop for a while, and then just as the heat from its head burned through the outer hull of the New Falos, new vibrations passed through the deck under Soshyan's feet.
Soshyang took off the power sword from his waist with ease.
He can feel the desire of the first team behind him to fight, they have waited too long.
But Soshyang found that he was praying that there were not too many living traitors left on the ship, and there were no things that made the killing complicated. Not only can the current astral knights not accept defeat, but they can't even accept a larger loss.
Then, Soshyang pushed his worry aside and concentrated.
He is no longer an ordinary warrior.
Soon, the broken metal plate was exploded by the landing torpedo with a dull blast, and then there was the harsh sound of an automatic bomb.
The flashing lights inside the torpedo changed from red to green, and Soshyan was moving before the ramp descended. The roar of the power sword's decomposition position corresponded to deathly silence, and the outside was screaming darkness.
In the next second, Soshyang's automatic senses caught the deformed, unnatural shapes. They were torn apart by the torpedo drilled into the explosion. The fragments scattered around the corridor made the scene even more distorted.
His sensors have discovered the unpleasant subspace stench that cannot be mistaken.
This is a group of highly polluted chaos believers, or it may be the renegade crew on the ship.
Their pale bodies are full of blasphemous symbols, their open mouths are densely covered with fangs, and they pounce on these angels of death with various primitive weapons in their hands.
"Destroy them."
Behind Soshyang, the first team rushed forward and quickly wiped out the first chaos believers who pounced on them from the dark. The star warriors did not even use explosive guns, but ripped them into wet with chainsaws and fists. Of minced meat and black pus and blood.
Soshyan trampled on their twisted bodies, and the traitors showed their hatred with their fangs.
The deformed fear will destroy the sanity of most mortals, and the blood-sucking fangs and newly-grown auxiliary limbs twist and try to catch the silver-gray armor.
But they are still as fragile as paper in front of the star warriors.
Soshyang easily cut them open with a sword, letting pieces of black filth splash on his armor.
Falzad rushed down the corridor. The anger of his two tomahawks filled the enclosed space, and the screaming fragments mixed with blood raindrops toward him, making him look dark red.
The second team also quickly walked out of the landing pod. They protected the flanks of the first team. The deflagration gun buzzed due to energy overload when it evaporated the chaos believers in the corridor into explosive flames and ashes.
After the last chaos believer wailed for death under Soshyang's fist, he went all the way forward and saw an open passage door.
He walked sideways through it, looking for new enemies.
The automatic sensor revealed to him the slaughterhouse he walked into The place where the church on the ship was once flooded with blood and hanging limbs, the crazy slaughterhouse was creeping with hunchbacks and cloaked creatures, The cultists flinched at Soshyan's appearance.
Soshyang did not hesitate, and swung his sword up, tearing their twisted limbs.
In order to escape him, the cultists tried their best to grab and beat each other, but they were useless in front of the giant silver armor.
He soon allowed these people to join the slaughterhouse they had created.
"No other crew members were found."
When Falzad came to report, Soshyan stood there with heavy breathing, his internal organs dripping from his ancient armor.
He struggled to control himself, struggled with the urge to continue killing with anger.
At the same time, he received a second battle report on the visor, from the second tactical team that sneaked into the ship's engine room.
"There are no survivors."
Ustad described everything he had seen.
"There are no signs of traitors either. The engine room is currently under control."
But Soshyan's attention was attracted by a huge symbol on the church wall. His instinct told him that this symbol had a lot to do with the identity of the traitor, so he intercepted it and sent it to Lothar on the bridge.
"Losha, have you received the picture I saw."
"Received, Commander."
"what is this."
On the bridge of the Spark, Lothar stood on the command platform, staring at the picture sent by Soshyan in his visor.
"Team commander, it seems that all your guesses are correct. We have indeed encountered a traitor."
On the wall stained red with dripping blood, a brass-colored symbol gleamed with evil light.
"This is the symbol of the Chaos Cthulhu, and we have encountered a gang of fear and abuse."