The power of Words

"What in the five gods was going on? We were in the middle of a war! Could anybody tell me why half the city's fishermen were outside our chapter hall?" The veins on Lordo's head almost popped as spittle flew out of his mouth. Everything was a mess, and he didn't want NPCs stirring the pot. He'd had a hard enough time coordinating with Coral Reef and Sea Cloud Striders. At least his Black Ocean operators had always been independent, so he hadn't had to worry too much about them. Lordo wanted command, and he loved it. He made sure everybody called him Chapter Master or one of the civilian titles he'd earned.