The last prize of this planetary conquest was an intact , called Riptide. We also had three more in various states of destruction, including one bit in half by a hungry metal wolf.

  Felicia stepped beside me as I examined the suit. "The armor is some kind of nanocrystal compound, about 50% less durable than adamantium. Still enough to withstand standard krak missiles and lesser types of munitions." she explained with an eager voice.

  Yes? Nothing great then. Adamantium was obviously better. Which is why humanity used it everywhere.

  "However, it is also 500% lighter than adamantium. Will be useful for my flying Skitarii units and most combat drones." she continued in the same voice.

  Ah, a light composite. "Compared to our Titanium alloys?" I asked on a whim.

  "Same stats." Felicia answered in a lower voice.

  "I see. Expensive and overengineered crap, then." I commented in a dry voice, and poked the multi-barred gun on the battlesuit.

  "Anyway, that weapon is called a with a which can actually shred Astartes power armor in a single burst. The other weapon is called an and can do the same with armored transports and most IFVs." my Fabricator said in a level voice, pointing at the large energy cannon resting on the holotable.

  "So, exactly the same as our Ion Beamers and Ion Cannons?" I asked to make sure.

  Felicia nodded with a slight shrug. "To be fair, our equipment and armor is much more advanced than those in the Imperium of Man. These weapons are indeed far better than standard multi-lasers or battle cannons of the Imperial Guard."

  Well, that was exactly the reason why I worked so long and hard to upgrade my weapons arsenal with Votann-grade weapons.

  To be matched equally by an upstart species bumbling their way into the universe and absorbing a hundred species into their Tau Empire.

  I also knew the Tau were working on even more advanced battlesuits and weapons, thus I was willing to sacrifice billions of my innocent Necron allies to conquer their worlds and technology. No treachery is too small, no sacrifice is too great.

  And anyway, the Necrons will eventually repair or resurrect. Nobody died in the conquering of this planet.

  A giant wolf snorted above my shoulder, and I rose my hand to pat his metal nose. "What?" I asked curious.

  "A Tau Armada is heading this way. Including 33 battleships." he said with a hungry voice. "ETA 14 minutes"

  I mean, I could deal with all that by myself, but why would I bother with 28 Necron battleships holding orbit around my ship?

  "Come Felicia, we're going to the bridge to enjoy the fireworks. I have popcorn." I called my Fabricator wife, and with a flick of my fingers I displaced myself on the Command Throne, with Felicia in my lap.

  "Battlestations! Incoming Tau fleet." I spoke in a clear voice, while the Blade repeated my words over the internal vox casters.

  A few seconds later, the Necron fleet got wiser too, and formed into a battle formation around their Silent King mothership.

  Spacefighters launched from the Necron ships to create a screen, while I leaned back in my throne and closed my eyes to observe the star system with my tesseract.

  Moving fast on their Ares-type engines, the elegant Tau ships accelerated to 80% of lightspeed with their gravity shields pointed forward. Almost 1000 vessels of all types, looking sleek and modern in comparison with the actual relic like the Singularity, who roamed the stars 10000 years ago as a battleship of the Imperial Navy.

  The Necron ships were far more ancient, having fought in the War in Heavens 60 millions years ago.

  "Should I be worried, my dear wife? The new is attacking the old, and look how many they are..." I whispered in a fake worry.

  Felicia snorted and slapped my chest at my dumb joke. "You could destroy everyone in this system with a bit of effort. Why do you pretend to be weak?" she muttered in a light voice.

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  "I am just one man, and won't always be here to save everyone. Humanity needs to win with their own strength." I said with a serious voice.

  "That's true, but you are here. We have already won." Felicia whispered in a loving tone.

  I tapped the armrest of my throne, and the Singularity displaced itself through the tesseract on the other side of the planet, where a dozen stealth ships were attempting to drop their troops while our attention was focused on the large threat in front.

  'I see them now, Captain. Targetting, firing!' the Blade spoke in my mind, as our secondary Lance batteries began firing in long bursts of lancefire.

  One of the troops transports opened a wide hatch, and a dozen Knight sized mechas flew out, firing large shoulder-mounted weapons at my battleship.

  By some incredible miracle, the outer Ion Shield shorted out under the barrage of guns,

  then faltered as the Blade interposed our newer Neutron shield.

  Our own tertiary flak wepons fired back at the flying Tau battlesuits, but their new Barrier Shield generators deflected the damage without care, almost like a Titan would ignore multi-lasers. And given that most of the flak batteries did use multi-lasers, it kinda made sense. However, there were also hundreds of Las-cannon Tarantula turrets bolted on the ships hull, and those las-cannons also bounced off the Tau Battlesuits' shields.

  Not a problem right now, but I did well to begin the Tau massacre now. Wait a century or so, and the Tau mechs would ignore even my Lance batteries. Maybe two centuries. My Lances were also upgraded variants now.

  "Lance sweep over the enemy battlesuits." I ordered in a calm voice, while capturing an intact Supremacy suit in my tesseract.

  Those back-mounted weapons seemed quite powerful indeed. I could use them for the Warhound Scout Titans, and triple their firepower with a bit of work. And the same for the shields.

  "Lances firing, Lord Lancefire." my weapon officer confirmed with a jovial voice. Considering he was a 300 years old tech-marine with several metallic tentacles inserted into the weapon station, this was rather comical.

  "Engine kill!" I heard one of the Lance crews exult over the vox.

  It was also technically correct, as large mechs being blown up were considered Engine Kills, and now I would have to promote that gunner to a minor Noble rank for the great feat of sweeping a battleship-grade Godlance over a defenseless battlesuit.

  Felicia bounced in my lap, living the fight with all her body. "This is amazing, lord husband! But I want one of those battlesuits for my collection."

  "Of course, my love. After the battle is over." I promised with an amused tone. Already done, in fact.

  In a few minutes, there were only dead Tau floating in orbit, and an ecstatic ship crew on board my ship. Another battle, another victory.

  Glancing to the side, I saw Valerian frown over the tactical holomap, beside Dan and other Space Marines with fleet experience.

  So I closed my eyes and looked through the tesseract, to see the Necron fleet engaged in desperate melee with suicidal Tau ships, many ramming the Necron ships for extra damage with their gravity prow shields.

  The Necrons fought back, but they seemed much weaker than I remembered. Oh, right! They didn't have any C'tan-powered weapons now. I kinda freed the enslaved C'tan, but that made the Necron fleet a bit weaker.

  "Zath, take the wolves and capture the battleships for me. My Necron vassals can take care of the cruisers and escorts." I spoke while turning my head towards the resident evil wolf.

  "Will do. And thanks for all the fish!" the hungry wolf answered with a toothy grin, then turned into a grey ghost and vanished.

  Hmmm. The Orks also called the Tau blue fish. Looked more like toads to me, but who knows?