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"Damn the torpedoes! All ahead full!" -Admiral Dvid Fargutt, M.2 The Grand Cruiser Libertas Reginam broke from the warp with a scream, the immaterium refusing to let her go. Her escort vessels, a small strike force of 10 other cruisers and a multitude of escorts followed close behind, quickly gathering in formation as the auspex went live. The return immediately showed a mass of XVII legion in orbit over Autrex Prime, already moving to engage the 129th's strike force. The Fleetmaster, Captain Sawn Konnore reviewed the information from the hololithic display, the 3d representation of the battle space updated every second. He was a proud man, renowned amongst his brethren as one of the best fleet masters in the legion. His armor was an artificed variant of Mk III, festooned with armorial awards, and bonding studs. He carried a sheathed blade across his back, the handle spartan in comparison to the rest of the weapon. In the crook of his arm, a Macragge pattern vox helm rested, covered in esoteric instruments to aid with visualization and communication of the battlespace. He was silent as information began to be called out by his subordinates. Commander Juntar spoke out from his station below the command rotunda, "XVII Legion ships!Assault formation! Fleet Master! They outnumber us three to one!" Sawn looked over at his second in command, his white beard and hair painted a dull red by the command lighting. "Then it is an even fight. Warborn, Tallassar Rex, Jewel of Veridia! Execute the Vairos Feint, targeting the Battle-Barge Ex Valoris. All other vessels! Fire at will! Burn their traitorous hides!" Juntar looked to him, "And us sire?" ​"Find me their Commander. Let us cast them from the sky." [Warborn, Libertas Reginam, Talassar Rex] [Fleet Master Sawn Konnere] [Alternate angle of Konnere, Lawbringer is on display]