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You feel the characteristic shudder run through the ship signifying its entry into realspace, and soon enough you hear a comms ping in your cabin. Answering it you hear the quiet voice of Kylon through the vox.
“My lord. We have arrived.”
You don your helmet, attach your spear and boltgun to your armour, and head to the bridge.
There the room is abuzz with activity, crew rushing about with system reports and auger readouts, checking and rechecking the outputs of blinking cogitators and resolving the ship chronographs with those of realspace. It had been a strangely turbulent journey through the warp this time, and your navigator had reported a feeling of resistance as he tried to guide the ship to Prospero, almost as if the warp itself was fighting him. Your astropath had also noted strange psychic phenomena surrounding the planet, though as to its precise nature he could not say. Is the power of Magnus such that he can even cause approaching ships to be blown off course? You do not doubt that his psychic skill is immense, but many would have never thought he could manipulate the tides of the warp itself. No matter, you are here now, and are ready to approach the planet.
You walk to the main pict-screen, where Captain Cimon and Kylon are waiting for you. They are discussing something, but fall silent at your approach. The first thing you see on the display is Russ’s fleet, already arrived, and below them <span class="mu-i">Prospero is burning.</span>
You watch for several moments as the fleet pounds the planet with every munition imaginable. Plasma, magma, lances.<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-r">Exterminatus.</span></span></span> It is absolute. The forests are burned to ash, and the seas boiled away. Mountains reduced to rubble. Nothing living can escape such a bombardment. Russ, for all his faults, is thorough.
