Battlefleet Gothic — Armada Pdf

The Dominus Bellorum limped into Port Maw’s dry-docks, her hull scarred, her crew count reduced by a third. Lord Admiral Caspian walked the main hangar deck, stepping past medicae shuttles and the burned-out husks of fighter craft.

The gas giant, Praxis VI, had been ruptured, its core venting plasma that ignited into a permanent, hellish nebula. Within that crimson fog, daemon-ships prowled. Caspian ordered silent running. Engines to minimum, vox-beacons off. The fleet became ghosts, drifting through the asteroid debris of what used to be Periphery’s defense platform. battlefleet gothic armada pdf

Caspian took the slate. He did not look at it. “List them as ‘Lost in the line of duty. Ship destroyed by enemy action.’ Understood?” The Dominus Bellorum limped into Port Maw’s dry-docks,

The void was on fire.