Editing Chimera Legion (section)

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The Pride of Thodos swelled, pullasting, twisting flesh girding against plates of twisting metal, the kinfe like vessel shuddering in the void like a woman in the throes of a violent birth. The rest of the Chimeric fleet silently drifting in the void, like attendant midwives, bristling with anticipation. 

Within the groaning interior of the mighty Pride marines, crew, and cultists poured into the twisting halls and layered decks, sprinting to the command deck of the ship. The warband flooded through tunnels, bulkheads, walkways, and through the great sweeping doorway that lead to the heart of the ship. The marines stood in tight formations around a great dias of smooth black metal. The champions of the warband stood upon the periphery of this obsidian column in grim silence. The crew and attendant cultists huddled on the deck and in balconies and on gangways in a chittering, awed mass. 

The champions then nodded to one another and then in unison spilled their own blood. Some poured blood, already shed, from vials or chalices. Others drug blades across exposed flesh, allowing their lifeblood to splash against the glossy surface. The commanders called the formations to attention and the marines snapped to with a thunderous clap. The cult fell silent, cowed by the display.

A moment passed, the air pregnant with anticipation, then with a sound like a whip crack in reverse the inky surface of the dias began to ripple and churn and heave like stormy ocean water before illuminating with a pale light and droning howl. From the tumultuous pool rose a mighty figure, dripping in luminous metal.

Spears, axes, swords, shields, and even fire arms adorned his broad back, each a monument to a failed attempt to kill him. He rolled his great shoulders and unfolded his thick arms, spreading them wide and ushering a mighty, bellowing roar. The champions nealt as their lord towered over them. The marines followed suit and the crowd, now wild with zeal and fervor fell to their knees. 

Had the Prince a face it would bear a satisfied grin. This was all of course, theatrics. He had already been on board the vessel for a few days now, and had already discussed the battle plans with his lieutenants for the encroaching Ork fleet, that even now as the ceremony proceeded drew closer and closer in what they thought was a sneak attack. 

But this was Thodos' specialty. There were many Princes more powerful than he, even though he himself was a force to be reckoned with, and many a Tzeentchian Daemon several times more clever. But there was few with greater charisma, with a greater sense of gravitas. Thodos knew how to hold an audience, command respect, lead soldiers and be rewarded with loyalty. He was charismatic in was that Slanneshi lords could not be, not in that cloying, sickly sweet manner in which they did everything, nor through fear or mere domination alone like Khornate warriors. Thodos knew when to laugh menacingly, when to reward a soldier, how to punish failure. He had forsight and tactical acumen in all aspects if his existence, which is why he was a Daemon Lord with a successful warband and a large fleet.

Which is why every single approaching ork would find graves in the void.

He let out a deep chuckle, low and menacing, and waved a hand over the crowd, "RISE, MY LEGION." The crowd, marines, crew, and cultist alike cheered and hollered and screamed.

He was about to begin his usual inspiring speech when the claxons of the Pride began to cry out. Thodos was partly relieved, he knew the veterans had heard many such a speach before and simply wished to go back to doing whatever menial task they were entertaining themselves with. He also partly incensed, as he loathed above all things being interrupted. 

He wasted no time in assuming command from his champions, striding to the edge of the dias, now solid and silent once more. "ASSUME BATTLE STATIONS, AND PREPARE FOR COMBAT!" His legion roared with glee as they poured out, and those whose place of duty was at the bridge itself rushing to their places. Without much preamble the Ork fleet jumped into view, evenly matched with his own.

"HAIL THE KAPTAIN. I WOULD SEE HIS FACE BEFORE IT IS SEARED OFF BY OUR WARPFYRE CANNONS."

The bridge obliged and the screen crackled and seethed before the blurry image of the ork Kaptain filled the display, "Ahhh, so if it izn't tha spikey warboss 'imself! 'Is time my kruzas will rip roight through ya puny spoikey defencez!" Thodos chuckled, amused, folding his arms behind his back, "YOU ASSUME MUCH, MY GREEN SKINNED FREIND. I WONDER IF THIS FIREPOWER SUPERIORITY YOU CLAIM TO POSSESS WILL HELP YOU AGAINST THIS!" He cut the transmission with a dismissive wave of his hand and the display then filled with the faces of the captains of his other ships, all confirming their positions. A perfect flanking maneuver.

He would have grinned, had he a face, and addressed his fleet, sweeping his arm towards the approaching xenos fleet, talons closing together and metal flowing across his arm to form a commanding blade, wreathed in crimson, crackling warp flame. As he did so he ushered a single command.

"CHIMERAS; ATTACK!"