[In the fifth week, the Tyrant-class cruiser "White Maw" slowly sailed in the chaotic and disordered warp, the light and shadow shifting around the vessel like a lonely fish diving into the deep, terrifying sea.]
[You opened your dark eyes, the sharp teeth in your mouth visible in the reflective surface of the recovery tank. You gradually got up from the water tank full of restorative potions, the frigid liquid running off your augmented body.]
[Your serious injuries had not fully recovered; the deep gashes in your chest still felt raw and painful. You think this seems to be related to the way you descended—the sheer brute force required to fight the Patriarch.]
[This powerful body of an Astartes does not belong to you, you remind yourself. It belongs to this Space Shark named Padrick.]
[You got more news about the war from Captain Bail Sharr, meeting him in a quiet corridor away from the main command centers. Although the Home Fleet suffered heavy losses, the Carcharodon Regiment still survived tenaciously, the core of the Chapter intact.]
[Crucially, the flagship of the Ashen Claws, the battleship "Wicked Claws", personally led the entire fleet to support the Space Sharks, a move that surprised you.]
[You also accidentally learned the truth about the Ashen Claws' willingness to support. Librarian Te Kahurangi sent a hidden astropathic message without the knowledge of the whole Chapter.]
[The message promised that as long as the Ashen Claws were willing to provide fleet support, the Red Wake was willing to return the ancient weapons 'Hunger' and 'Slake'.]
[Obviously, you had completely underestimated the obsession of the Ashen Claws' Chapter Master Nehat with the Lightning Power Claws; the weapons meant more than any strategic advantage.]
[However, just when you asked Captain Bail Sharr whether Chapter Master Tyberos would really return the weapons, you received a silent, hard gaze from Captain Bail Sharr's dark eyes.]
["The Librarian has no right to make this decision," Captain Bail Sharr said, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Padrick, if it were you, would you be willing to return it?" Captain Bail Sharr, expressionless, stared at you and asked slowly, challenging your loyalty to the Chapter's way of life.]
[You hesitated, thinking of the ancient, barbaric traditions of the Chapter, and shook your head slightly. You think the Red Wake would rather fight a life-and-death duel with the Chapter Master of the Ashen Claws than return the weapons easily.]
[This is the unwritten philosophy and custom of the Carcharodon; what you rob belongs to you. To return it would be a mark of weakness.]
[In the sixth week, the Tyrant-class cruiser "White Maw" once again rushed out of warp. The shock of the Gellar field transition was violent and unsettling, and the ship slowly recovered from the transition.]
[But the next second, a deafening alarm sounded throughout the ship, a harsh, continuous siren that meant immediate threat.]
[You drove the Terminator power armor, its repairs barely complete and still smelling of fresh ceramite, to the bridge deck. You met Captain Bail Sharr, who was commanding the entire company to prepare for battle, his face grim.]
[You got bad news from him. The Tyrant-class cruiser "White Maw" had not arrived at the correct star field according to the astropath's guidance. The chaotic and disordered warp had thrown you far off course, sending you to the vicinity of a retreating hive fleet.]
[And according to the data analysis obtained by the ship's instrument scan, that was the Kraken Hive Fleet that had just been driven away from the border of the Imperium by the Space Shark's Home Fleet. Your single cruiser had jumped straight into the enemy's disengagement route.]
[In the cold cosmic void, living Narvhal warships—the heavy capital ships of the Tyranids—slowly opened their huge nacelles, revealing bio-weapon ports. One by one, Tyranid Sirens and Tyranid Drone patrol ships rushed into the cosmic void and launched a frenzied attack on the 'White Maw'.]
[Countless biological plasma cannons and acid cannons bombarded the void shield of the Tyrant-class cruiser, which was still open from the warp jump, setting off waves of terrifying, sickly colorful energy.]
[With the opening of more hangars in the Narvhal warships, one by one, Tyranid fighters cooperated with the Tyranid Drone frigates, enveloping the hive fleet's capital ships. They guarded the defenseless Narvhal warships from counterattack.]
[The 'White Maw' Tyrant-class cruiser had already launched a counterattack. The weapon arrays on its sides emitted a terrifying light. The plasma weapon array and the laser weapon array fired alternately, bombarding the Tyranid Sirens and the Drone patrol ships that tried to board.]
[However, the weak firepower of just one Tyrant-class cruiser was a drop in the bucket against the sheer number of the Tyranid Hive Fleet. Even though the enemy fleet had just suffered heavy losses, the situation of the 'White Maw' instantly became precarious.]
[Captain Bail Sharr quickly commanded the entire company to prepare for a boarding operation, the only viable option against overwhelming odds.]
[You stared expressionlessly at the tall figures of many battle-brothers preparing their weapons. A flash of determination crossed your dark eyes.]
["Captain! What is the most powerful weapon on the cruiser?" You stared at Captain Bail Sharr and asked solemnly, ignoring his order to prepare for boarding.]
[Captain Bail Sharr picked up a bolter loaded with ammunition and hung it on the waist of his Terminator power armor, his movement economical and practiced. "Padrick, don't hesitate. The future of the Third Company depends on this battle," he said, focusing on the immediate threat. "Win and live, lose and die. It's that simple." Captain Bail Sharr picked up his chainsaw axe and stared at you with his dark eyes, expecting you to follow.]
["Captain, do you believe me?" You took a deep breath, the filtration unit hissing, and blinked your dark eyes.]
["You are my battle-brother, and a member of the Third Company and the entire regiment," Captain Bail Sharr seemed to have sensed your unorthodox thoughts, the hint of a plan. "What do you want to do?"]
["Captain, I ask again, are there any weapons and equipment on the cruiser that can threaten the Hive Fleet? If not, then we can only fight to the end!" You subconsciously took a step closer to Captain Bail Sharr, your heavy Terminator armor rumbling.]
["There are three relic-level cyclonic torpedoes in the armory, and the cruiser itself also has an ancient nova cannon," Captain Bail Sharr revealed, his voice dropping slightly. "However, to maintain the void shield, the nova cannon can only be fired once. It will drain the shield generators completely." Captain Bail Sharr's dark eyes stared at you, waiting for your insane proposal.]
["Report to the captain! I want to take the cyclonic torpedoes for a single-man boarding action," you blinked your dark eyes and made the decision without hesitation, knowing it was suicidal. "I will fight for the opportunity for the 'White Maw' to re-enter the warp!"]
[Captain Bail Sharr immediately rejected your proposal, his expression hardening. "Impossible! That is a suicide pact, not a mission!"]
[You had to use words such as the Emperor's blessing and the Void Father's blessing to prove your loyalty and determination, invoking the highest authority of the Chapter to change his mind.]
["Captain, if the time is right, I will return from the void. You and I will meet again!" You performed the regiment salute to him, an act of finality.]
[Captain Bail Sharr stared at you expressionlessly and fell into silence, his face a complex mixture of fury and respect. He finally agreed to your request, the desperation of the situation overcoming his prudence.]
[Captain Bail Sharr ordered the white-haired technical sergeant to extract three cyclonic torpedoes from the armory. You first set two of the torpedoes for a triggered explosion—likely on impact. The other one was remotely controlled by Captain Bail Sharr, giving him a final lever of control.]
[Accompanied by the violent vibration of the void shield and the huge roar of the ship's metal shell being bombarded, you refused any request from your battle-brothers to join the boarding party. This was a mission you had to undertake alone to maximize the chance of success.]
[You wanted to drive a Fist assault boat alone to jump into the battle, carrying the torpedoes and your armor into the void.]
[However, all the engines of the thirteen remaining Fist-Class Assault Boat emitted a fierce, ready light. A group of drivers from the mortal auxiliary army came to you, fully prepared for deployment.]
[They voluntarily accepted this suicide mission that was destined to have no return, their faces pale but resolute.]
["Sir, I heard that you once killed a void kraken alone," the apparent leader, a young man with oil stains on his face, spoke with genuine awe. "It would be our greatest honor to fight side by side with you!" The bright, unwavering smiles of the mortal auxiliary army completely blocked your shallow words of refusal.]
[With a solemn expression, you performed the regiment's military salute to the silent Third Company standing by for boarding. You slowly raised your armored arm and performed a the sign of the Aquila to the mortal auxiliary troops, acknowledging their immense, selfless courage.]
[At the same time, at the bow of the Tyrant-class cruiser "White Maw", the terrifyingly powerful Nova Cannon had preheated and was ready to go, drawing massive power from the ship's reactors for its single, devastating shot.]