Next day, my pretty Inquisitor wife took me to visit her mailed fist. As in the Ordo Malleus's Grey Knights.

Not my favorite bunch, but they fought the good fight, most of the time. And killed everyone who saw them after, especially their allies. So, mixed review there.

I didn't recognize any of them, but instead I found the entire bridge crew of their Strike Cruiser were Blanks. Exactly the ones raised and educated in the Blank Valley back home, which I sent to the Emperor some time ago. All males, of course. The girls were most likely already turned into Silent Sisters.

"Lord Lancefire! You seem well. A bit taller maybe?" The ship's Captain adressed me in a polite tone. Also a Blank, of course. With the daemonic shit the Grey Knights dealt with, normal people would need too many mind-wipes to function at any decent capacity.

"Ruffus Jurgen, right? I know your father." I answered after checking my implant. His father was also a breeding stallion for the Blank race, and one I confiscated from a certain famous Commissar.

"This way, Chapter Master Lancefire. Our Prognosticar needs to see you." an Aegis-armor wearing Space Marine demanded a bit too fast.

"This better not be some kind of dick-measuring contest between Chapters. I have the best dick anyways." I muttered in a low voice, making Rose slap my head with an annoyed glare.

It was true though. Space Marines didn't reproduce by impregnating women. They usually found young boys and... Anyways. I was the exception to the rule. My dick worked just fine.

The Grey Knights' Prognosticar was a giant. Not only a Primaris Marine, but obviously enhanced by the Emperor in other ways. Probably an Alpha psyker too.

He just nodded towards Rose, as if she wasn't the boss of the Inquisition.

"Pef Lancefire, you're a very difficult man to find, despite leaving a trail of destruction and ruin in your path. Your fate is masked, even from me." the Prognosticar spoke in a deep voice, while leaning on his metal throne to observe me with glowing eyes.

"Eh. The perks of being a Blank. Quite a blessing, I admit." I answered in a casual voice, and constructed a similar metal throne to sit in, since nobody brought me a chair.

Rose sighed and sat in mid-air on a magic couch, then leaned back to admire her pink nails. "Boys, behave both of you." she spoke in a soft voice.

"Our hold is full with damaged armors and Dreadknights, plus thousands of broken weapons and artifacts. We arrived at Hell's Teeth too late, and could only cover the Mechanicus forces as they retreated from the Maelstrom, with 95% casualities. " the Prognosticar continued in a flat voice, but sounding quite agrieved to my ears.

I raised a finger to think. These guys would have been quite useful in the Maelstrom, since all of them were Beta level psykers, and a few even Alpha among their Champions and Prognosticars. But they also got their asses kicked by Chaos and had to retreat. They might have stumbled into a trap meant for me.

"Did you see a Saintly Sister blowing up daemons all over?" I asked instead. Maybe Ephrael didn't die?

"The Demonifuge, yes. She fell in battle against 66 Great Daemons. Killed half of them before she died." The Grey Knight said with a glow in his eyes.

Uh. Really, 66 of the ugly ones? Not a coincidence then. I could deal with 4 or 5, maybe 6 at once, if my luck held. Add 60 more, and things would get bad. I was amazed these guys escaped at all.

"The Archtraitor was there too, Ahriman. He killed the Grey Knights' Champion. With two strikes." Rose added in a colder tone.

Well, that made sense as well. I wanted to kill the sorceror just as much. And sweet Ephrael should be swimming among dead souls on her way back by now.

"Hmmm. Ahriman is the most powerful psyker Chaos has left. And the bird would buff him up with dark blessings as well, to make sure he doesn't die. I guess you want to kill the guy now?" I asked at random. Almost at random. I did listen so far.

The Grey Knights present glanced at each other. "That would be ideal, Pef Lancefire. And having our gear repaired would also help." the Prognosticar spoke for their chapter.

"My techsorcist skills are only decent. Good enough for a Blank, since I ignore most Warp stuff by default, but you guys are way more exposed, being psykers and all. I will need to bring in my Forge Masters. Probably my entire crew of tech-marines as well, if too many things are so damaged." I said with a shrug.

"...Agreed. But only Blanks." the Grey Knight replied in a satisfied voice.

"And I get to keep some stuff for my Librarians. Psi-tech is quite rare and hard to find." I added as my metal throne folded inside the tesseract and I stood up. Negotiations complete.

The Grey Knights glared at me with their blue glowing eyes, but they didn't object. They could find someone else to fix their stuff, probably.

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I was just cheaper.

'Tech-marines, bring up your repair skills and tools. Our dear Brothers from the Grey Knights Chapter need our help to repair and sanctify their gear. Be ready for displacement in a few minutes!' I ordered on to implant, while walking casually behind the Prognosticar and his remaining Brothers. Luckily for them, with the psychic awakening generating billions of psykers, they could find replacements much easier now. And if the Emperor wasn't busy, he could also upgrade their psyker powers with the Shadowlight artifact he 'obtained' from me.

An Emperor never steals after all. He already owns everything in the galaxy, legally. And he also wrote those laws, so it was all legal.

That's why it was better to live far away from the Imperium.

I have to admit, the Grey Knights were not poor at all. They had so many Terminator suits and rare weapons in their hold they almost matched a normal Chapter like mine.

Which is why I displaced 40000 Blank tech-marines at once, so they could each take charge of a different item and begin exorcisms and proper repairs.

Meanwhile, I inspected each type of artifact and compared them to my psi-tech data-base of STC templates.

Curiously enough, most of them matched the STC designs with 99% fidelity, baring battle damage and field repairs. There were still more ways to upgrade them a little, but not as much as I thought. Which also begged the question. How did these guys lost so badly, with such advanced tech? Chaos also cheated though.

Anyways, the Grey_Knights_Nemesis_Dreadknight could benefit from a sealed and armored cockpit, and an extra Construct Void Shield like those used by my Moirax Armiger Knights. Which meant a new arc reactor. Oh well. So the equipment they had wasn't perfect. It will be after I was done with it.

The Aegis Terminator suits were quite amazing instead, so I kept 5 of the repaired ones for my Librarians. Wouldn't be usable by non-psykers anyways, like any other Barrier Tech.

Adding some auramite and blackstone reinforcements to the Grey Knights armor would also make them more durable.

Personal teleporters were the hardest thing to repair though, since displacing through the Warp was a delicate business. I let my Forge Masters deal with that, lest I embed an innocent Grey Knight into a ship bulwark by accident. If it came to it, I could do that on purpose.

"So, you guys have any opinion on the Isstvanian faction ? You know, those fellows in the Inquisition who start internal conflicts and wars to just create a stronger humanity? I killed like 80 of those fuckers, but I was curious what you guys think." I asked the Prognosticar while installing a few hex wards onto a Gatling psilencer with cognis targetting systems, which meant it never missed. Amazing stuff and a good technological aquisition for my own Astartes.

The Grey Knight snatched the psilancer from my hand, and spoke a few low tone prayers to calm the machine spirit. Then he turned towards me and leaner closer. "We cannot disobey the Holy Inquisition, Pef Lancefire. Our vows and mental seals prevent us from taking action." he whispered in a pained voice. I guess Alpha psykers could bend those vows a little.

I nodded slowly. "I do have a House spire back on Terra. Maybe it's time I receive a different kind of insults and threats, not just from Nobles. Maybe those insults could mention the name of a grand personage who will gut me alive for my heresies? Their location as well, maybe?" I tested with a curious tone.

The Prognosticar handed me the nice psilancer as a gift. "Brother Jobe would have liked you to have his old weapon, Pef Lancefire. Maybe visit Necromunda next? Heretics abound in that place."

"Necromunda, huh? I guess the Halo Crusade Fleet needs a place to relax and hunt for sport on the way back to the boring Fringe. As for the other thing, in a decade everything will be better. Maybe Leman Russ will also return at Wolftime." I spoke in a cryptic voice.

The Prognosticar was a great seer, probably just as good at the Eldar ones. He just nodded and walked away, with a hand clenched on his Rosarius. Still not a good guy, but I will take any help I could get. He will also probably grow golden wings and unmake daemons with a single word in a decade. Best to have a friend in high places, when the galaxy broke.