"There is much I want to say to you... There is much, that I will say to you when we meet personally. But I will say this now."
The heavy gaze of the Lion of the First Legion lanced down to my very soul as he looked at me. "You will not use MY Astartes for your disposable monstrous bioweapons."
My Primarch-grade mind ran a mile a minute, and I had to hold in a grin at how the Lion didn't give a shit that I made and controlled monstrous bioweapons in reality. Which kinda made sense when you considered what horrors were done to create servitors.
He only gave a shit when it was his own Dark Angels that got turned into monstrous Flood/Dead Space monsters as the two mutagens/control methods actually built off of each other.
The Flood at the start wasn't good at controlling mere dead flesh or corpses in general. It needed fresh hosts at the start of it's life cycle before it could make stronger attack forms.
Dead Space's Markers, however... It didn't give a shit about the quality of the biomass, so long as there was biomass, it would activate it via the special signal waves that radiated from the Marker.
"I see... I am unable to control who or what I am re-animating, as I am too invested in controlling tens of thousands of such constructs. But I will try to avoid the Astartes if I can help it." I said to the Lion.
He gave me an even stare before he took a breath and then opened his eye's with his gaze a bit lighter on me before he said quieter. "Jake Bariss..." He said as though tasting my name on his tongue.
He shook his head before he said more cooly. "You already found your talent as a Primarch I assume, in that pysker nonsense I have to assume. In either case, I assume you are going to be staying in orbit to watch for more Tyrranid Hive ships?"
"Correct, it's in our best interest for me to interrupt, delay, and outright destroy as many Ork and Tyrranid ships in orbit to pull pressure off the planet." I agreed evenly.
The Lion gave a thoughtful hum before he said bluntly. "Good, then you do that. I have a Hive Tyrant and Norn Queens to hunt down."
Then the Vox call was cut off with myself staring off into the void as my mind was fully subsumed back into the network of controlling countless thousands of bioweapon attack forms that threw themselves into the meat grinder.
But in the back of my mind... I wondered if I should blast off the minature Halo Ring at its lowest setting to wipe out all the life forms that weren't under a dozen meters of ferrocrete.
"No... My 'Big Brother' would throw a fit if I killed all his surface-based sons." I mused before shrugging as I refocused on tearing apart the space hulks and hive ships around the planet from within itself.
But it didn't take long for me to realize something interesting. The Hive Ship's was pulling back from the naval battle happening in space!
The Hive Mind was clearly realizing someone was reanimating the lost space-based life forms and then throwing them back into the meat grinder against themselves.
"Hmm, well, the Hive Mind is definitely paying attention I suppose?" I mused before I pushed my mental strength into the Marker's control system further, and I knew that the astropaths could now sense my actions as just a bit of warp energy was starting to leak into real space.
With the Marker acting as a filter, most of my actions were out of view completely, as it was a sort of trans-dimensional radio wave that could animate the dead biomass.
But now I was actively using the Marker's other major weapon against 'sentient' beings.
The Astropaths on the various ships closed their third eyes at my signal, and then a haunting scream rang out through the void with the airless void of space seemingly vibrating as the wave traveled at light speed across the void and over the Tyrranids and Orks.
"Fuck!" I cursed as blood leaked from my eyes and nose, as my mind was attacked in turn by the Hive Mind's mental pressure, pushing against the mental attack I was unleashing through the Marker's insanity wavelength.
But even as the Hive Mind pushed against my mental attack... It still left openings, openings in which the Imperial Navy happily took advantage of in sending lances of great energy weapons and missiles at the now listless ships.
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"My lord, the... Twisted among the legion have been pushed towards the strongest of Ork strongholds and lines." A decorated Dark Angel spoke while taking a knee in front of his gene father.
The Lion gave a rough grunt of acknowledgment before he said quietly. "Captain, do you believe my little brother's actions worthy of this battle?"
Captain Ezekiel was silent for a moment before he said rather bluntly. "An Astartes lives and dies to serve the Imperium; only in death does our service end... But as is shown by the Legion of the Damned, even that may not be the case."
Lion snorted and gave his son an amused look before he said with finality. "Even then... It disgusts me to see my fallen sons twisted like some kind of chaos spawn. But having Astartes quality shock troops rising up from the dead from behind enemy lines? That can be a game changer in many situations."
"Hmm, even more useful is the fallen Orks themselves being turned against their misbegotten kind." The Captain idly noted before he added. "Father, do you believe that your sibling may have a way to also deal with the Ork spores?"
As in general, the only way to get rid of Ork spores on the planet they had landed on... Was literally glassing the general continent they had landed on, as otherwise there was no decent way to get the spores that would quickly burrow underground to begin gestating a new Ork.