Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"……how to say."

"After forty hours at my post, I'm a little hungry: but I'm pretty sure I'm not hungry enough to order takeout, and I haven't called your restaurant, and most importantly... …”

"I! Absolutely! No! I ordered from your restaurant! I need! A whole Land Raider! It can fit in it! Late night snack! And! It's all! A high-cholesterol set meal!"

"In fact, we call it [Thermal Bomb], Sir Lana. This is a novel word spread from Holy Terra: Narrators will quote such words in their poems to describe the Legion's airdrop. action or the great fleet war.”

"Thanks for the popular science - but I don't need it, whether it's your words or your food."

"..."

"This will make things very difficult for me, Mr. Rana: In order to take over this business, we made a special trip to the munitions department and went through a lot of procedures in the regiment's reserve engine depot before we temporarily seconded this engine. The Land Raider, at least half the battleship, can see us driving it for this takeout service.”

"If you don't sign for it and we have to take these takeaways back the same way, it will be a devastating blow to the reputation of our [Valhalla Ice and Snow Restaurant]: Please, Mr. Rana, you can't This way, your name will be written on the list."

"..."

The head guard of the original body frowned and took a deep breath. He squinted his eyes, and a dangerous light emitted from his dark brown pupils. He gently brushed away this interference in the middle of the night. He is the [delivery person] who rotates.

Damn, the look of this delivery boy reminded him of those Space Wolves. When did the Dawn Goddess have such a bunch of rough guys on board...

……etc? What did he just say?

Lana's brows raised: he suddenly realized something ridiculous.

"Wait: How were you able to mobilize that Land Raider outside?"

"Still on this ship?!"

There is no doubt that what came out of the mouth of the Chief Guard was a question, or even a reprimand, but the person who answered his reprimand was the courier from [Valhalla Ice and Snow Restaurant] in front of him. That was quite... A proud voice rose from his chest.

"As you can see, Lord Rana, this Land Raider belongs to the armored company of our 3rd Infantry Regiment in Valhalla: from the moment it came off the assembly line at the factory in the forge world of Tigres Since then, that’s it, and the Valhalla Ice Warrior Restaurant was built with funds raised by all members of the Valhalla 3rd Infantry Regiment, and the armored vehicle is also one of the restaurant’s fixed assets.”

"As for why it is on this ship now: That is because our regiment performed heroically in the previous battle to recapture Gedric Planet, and it was the armored company of this Land Raider that took the lead in attacking the place where the local orc leader was hiding. Fortress, victory is sealed, so the vehicle, along with all members of the company, will be received and trained by the Primarch himself tomorrow, so it will be on this ship now."

"Ah, Star Gedric..."

Lana nodded. He knew that what the mortal in front of him said was true. In fact, the combat operation to annihilate the small Orc Empire was the focus of the Legion for the past two days: after all, those who had Astartes warriors participating Under the premise, the ones who sealed the victory were actually a group of mortals, which is indeed worth discussing.

Thinking of this, the head guard couldn't help but snorted.

"In other words, you still have several tanks and armored vehicles on the ship?"

The head guard suppressed the anger in his heart.

Suddenly there was a batch of foreign armored vehicles on the original body's flagship, and the old guys in the finance department who were approving leave notes didn't notify him in advance?

damn it.

"No, Your Excellency."

Rana's anger had not receded yet, and what responded to him was the calm smile on the face of the rough mortal man in front of him: It was only then that Rana saw his numerous scars clearly.

"It's the only one: the third regiment had an encounter with the ancient giant driven by the orc leader in the orc fortress on Gedric, and the Land Raider and its vehicle parked outside your house The entire crew is the only survivor after this victory.”

"..."

At this moment, the chief guard of the original body fell into silence. He opened his mouth, but in the end, nothing came out of that mouth that could always spit out sharp words.

When Rana stood up, walked up to this bold mortal, took the so-called receipt, and took a look at the supper on it, which was enough for him to eat for half a month, the head guard did not even notice it. His tone has become much softer.

"What happens if, and I mean what if, I refuse to sign my name?"

"After all, I'm pretty sure I didn't order any of these takeaways: especially so many."

"Well……"

The delivery boy thought about it for a moment, and then took the time to say something in a dialect that Lana couldn't understand, and shouted something back at the door. It seemed that his companion was dissatisfied with waiting for too long: Lana didn't understand it well. These were regional dialects that were not even Low Gothic, but he could barely make out a few words.

Just...what is vodka?

Without waiting for Dawnbreaker to continue to wonder, the deliveryman turned around, took out the data pad on his body, checked it, and then told the head guard the answer to the question with a serious face.

"Okay, Mr. Rana, regarding the question you raised, I can only say: I have confirmed again and again that our store did not have any problems with the booking, receipt and confirmation of this order, as well as the final delivery. , if you refuse to sign, then according to the internal affairs decree of the Dawnbreaker Legion, it will cause a huge waste of materials, and for you personally, it may cause a small...trouble?"

"……for example?"

"For example... legal punishment."

"...punishment?"

Lana almost laughed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Unknown Mortal, although I said this to show off my power. But: I think you should know who I am, right?"

"Of course I do, Your Excellency, you are the Chief Guard of Lord Primarch."

"so……"

Lana didn't hold back: he tried to make sure his laughter leaked only a little.

"Are you trying to associate the word [legal punishment] with me?"

"Um...of course."

The mortal nodded seriously, but extinguished the smile on the face of the head guard.

"I admit that your status is noble, Lord Lana, and I don't mean any disrespect to your achievements and abilities. It's just that in the Legion's internal affairs regulations, it is stipulated in black and white that any ship restaurant is not allowed to have any A form of wasteful activity: This decree was issued by the Primarch himself, and every one of our restaurants must sign an oath before it officially opens."

"I can guarantee that all actions of this restaurant during this delivery event will comply with the laws of the Legion. As for you..."

The delivery man scratched his head, his smile was a little awkward and a little cunning.

"I think you will definitely not put your own identity and power above the decree issued by the original body, right?"

"..."

Lana narrowed his eyes.

Again, he took a deep breath.

At this moment, Rana suddenly thought of Ahriman and Abaddon, and what the two captains of other legions had once told him. In the Luna Wolves and Thousand Sons legions, the relationship between the Astartes and the mortals was different. Getting along: That is a more authoritative [respect].

The Luna Wolves, or the Thousand Sons, also respect their mortal servants: they respect the way they bend to salute or kneel, and both parties have become accustomed to it.

However, why are the mortals of the Dawnbreaker Legion so difficult to deal with?

The chief guard muttered in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He just looked down at the receipt and looked for the place to sign on it: Rana knew very well that the mortal in front of him was actually right.

There is no problem. In theory, he does not have the upper hand: even though he is an Astartes and the most trusted Praetorian Guard of the Primarch, if he chooses to be arrogant on these matters that the Primarch personally determines, if……

He won't be any time soon.

"So, Your Excellency..."

Just when Rana was warning himself secretly in his heart, probably seeing the melancholy in the head guard, the warrior from Valhall put forward his own idea.

"Is it possible that another of your companions borrowed your name and asked you to sign for these takeaways: after all, how can I put it, we have encountered many such situations before, especially among the warriors of the Dawnbreaker , they seem to see this as a means of joking with their battle brothers, and will always order some of the more... bizarre meals.”

"And they also have special markings that require us to read the name of the signer and the name of the food loudly: this often makes the signer very depressed, and there are a lot of other Astartes warriors...laughter."

"..."

Although it made no sense, Lana suddenly felt inexplicably ashamed of his legion.

"Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Mortal: But if among my colleagues there is a guy who can eat half a month of my food in one night, then I will definitely be impressed by him."

"not to mention……"

Lana said nothing more.

What's more, considering that the original body has begun to openly select members of the Guards, the proposal that Rana once made to the original body can no longer be concealed: although the old guards of the past did not stab them all in the back, The leader of the people is facing each other with swords and weapons, but there is still a certain cold treatment.

After all, although they all understand Rana's painstaking efforts, human beings are such creatures: theoretical recognition and understanding cannot be exchanged for emotional tolerance and tolerance.

What's more, what about the Primarch?

Otherwise, why would Rana have to be on duty in the guard room alone: ​​It's not that no one is on duty at the same time as him, but those guys would rather crowd at the gate of the throne room.

But then again, carrying out such a high-profile operation, and then letting the entire army know that Rana is actually a pot-bellied man, this kind of childish revenge seems to be something those prickly bastards can do: maybe they I'm just watching a joke outside now...

…

Anger, increased.

"..."

In silence, the chief guard took the pen handed over by the courier. At this time, there was only one last question left in his mind: a question that this old man who had never ordered takeout was extremely concerned about.

"Are these...takeaways...charged?"

Rana lowered his head and slowly wrote his full name as a cover. He looked at the delivery man in front of him in a vague way. The face of the rough mortal man revealed a happy smile because of Rana's question. distortion.

"Well, in fact, our ship restaurants are subsidized by the legion allowance allocated by the Primarch. All expenses for the Dawnbreaker warriors are free: but if you want to give our restaurants some financial support..."

"Um……"

Halfway through the words, the mortal's eyes began to shuttle back and forth in the guard room, focusing on the desk where Rana's personal belongings were placed: There is no doubt that the empty table clearly told the story of the chief guard. His financial situation also made this mortal look a little...discourteous.

"..."

Rana felt something offended.

"I mean……"

Under the pressure of the silent sight of the chief guard, the mortal warrior coughed.

"If you really insist, this restaurant can accept it..."

"installment."

"..."

"..."

"very good."

Rana kept a straight face.

“What’s the maximum period?”

——————

"Three months."

"As far as I know: three months."

Virgo licked her fingertips, and then began to count the items on the menu. Behind her, the head guard was sitting on his chair as if facing an enemy, his eyes constantly tapping the power sword leaning beside him. Sweat stains were slowly sliding down from between his brows and eyes.

No wonder he was so nervous: after Rana had just sent away the Valhalla warriors, when he turned around, he found that the maid of the Gene Mother was already standing in the room: and Rana was very sure, He had never seen Virgo in the room before, and as far as he knew, there should be only one entrance to the sentry room.

"..."

"When did you get here?"

Licking his dry lips, the head guard remained silent for a while, but still asked a question to the too thin figure.

"While you were discussing the Battle of Gedric."

Facing the son her mother trusted most, Virgo turned back and answered the questions patiently, not forgetting to smile: but this smile only made Lana even more silent.

In the silence, there was only the sound of Virgo counting the menu: counting the creamy chicken stew, sausage soup, tomato bolognese pasta, potato lasagna, grilled groat meat sandwich and burst apple pie for fifty people. There is cheese mousse and fried milk for dessert.

Although the sound of Virgo's counting can be said to be very slight, Rana can still hear it clearly and secretly calculates how many calories these foods contain: when the calories in the list are accumulated enough to feed one-third of the Dawnbreakers When the company, or at least two dozen Space Wolves, arrived, the Praetorian Guard Chief spoke hesitantly.

"Lord Primarch...are you going to hold a big banquet for those who have made meritorious deeds?"

"..."

Not far away, Virgo's originally mechanically regular voice suddenly fell into a suspicious silence. After this very suspicious silence, she nodded even more suspiciously and affirmed vaguely.

"Yes, sir... a relatively secretive banquet will be held soon. This banquet will be used to entertain those who have performed outstandingly in the shadow war... you know, the members of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the Dawnbreaker Legion, they The list cannot be known to anyone, so...this banquet will not be known to anyone."

"That's it."

Rana nodded, tentatively believing the original body maid's statement, but did not see Virgo quietly wiping the sweat on her forehead.

"By the way, Virgo."

The head guard remembered something.

"Those Valhalla ice warriors. Who are they? Why don't I remember that there is a world of Valhalla in the administrative plan of the Far Eastern Frontier?"

"It's normal that you don't remember, because they were not on the Far Eastern border in the first place."

When the question involved her area of ​​expertise, Virgo's voice became calmer.

"The world of Valhalla was recovered by the Empire about thirty years ago. It is located in the north of the Extreme Star Territory, and is even very close to the Silent Star Territory further north. Therefore, it is not within the scope of the Far Eastern Frontier. "

"As for why these Valhallas appear here: That's because in the past, Valhalla was a pleasant world with a normal climate. Until about ten years ago, a huge frozen comet fell on them. In the world, it forever changed that world into the appearance of ice and snow, and also brought a large number of orc invasion troops."

"The people of Valhalla could not withstand this double disaster and asked for help from the Empire. Originally, Baal, the home planet of the Blood Angels, was very close to them, but most of the main force of the Ninth Legion was following the Luna Wolves on an expedition, so The Far Eastern Frontier, the second closest to them, responded to the call, and Lord Morgan sent an army and a large amount of supplies to assist the world."

"In order to repay Lord Morgan for lending them a helping hand, although Valhalla cannot join the Far Eastern Frontier, they have sworn that they will always provide the Dawnbreaker Legion with the power of at least twenty mortal auxiliary legions: these auxiliary legions were established two or three years ago. They just arrived one after another.”

"That's it..."

Rana nodded, and Virgo had already completed her counting, and stepped in front of the head guard. She raised her head, but her petite body released a momentum and self-esteem that was even stronger than Rana's.

"I also have a question to ask you, Lord Rana."

"Speaking."

"How is the selection process for the original bodyguards going?"

"Um……"

Lana pursed her lips.

"Three have been selected."

"You, Bayar, and who else?"

"No, no Bayar."

"?"

Virgo frowned.

"He didn't run?"

"Yeah, I don't know why."

Rana smiled.

"What's the matter? Virgo."

"Ah, a little question."

Virgo put away the list, stood on tiptoes, and patted Lana's thigh.

"The Primarch asked me to tell you, and then to pass it on to those responsible for selection: if there are members of the Forty-sixth, Forty-seventh, Forty-eighth and Forty-ninth Companies running for election, do not let them join the campaign: just tell them Their selection has ended."

"..."

"Do we have these companies?"

"Don't worry about this, just do as you are told."

Virgo pulled a huge trailer from the shadows.

"After all, how can I put it..."

"There is such a thing as the distinction between closeness and distance. We still need to deal with it now."

"Now, the original body can still help you: but when the time comes, it will be up to you."

"...What on earth are you talking about, Virgo?"

"..."

The maid of the original body turned back and looked at the Dawnbreaker whom Morgan trusted most with an inexplicable pity: At this time, some sudden bad taste filled Virgo's heart and lips, and Lana's face Ignorance is the best catalyst.

"Rana."

"Um?"

"Inner circle matters: you better leave it alone, you brats from the outer circle."

"...?!!"

Turning around, suppressing the evil smile on his lips, Virgo no longer paid attention to the shocked look on Lana's face, maliciously imagining what kind of urban legend his casual words would cause in the legion.

But when she walked to the door, she remembered something.

"By the way, Lana: why do you care about the price of these late-night snacks?"

Virgo frowned.

"Although theoretically speaking, Astartes warriors rarely have private property, I remember that Lord Morgan likes to rub some things with his hands. If he fails to rub his hands, he will give it to you directly, especially to you: although those things They are all defective products, but their raw materials are still valuable. If you sell a few of them, you will become an unimaginable rich man."

"..."

Lana narrowed his eyes.

"..."

I don’t know why: this time, it was Virgo’s turn, and I felt that inexplicable contempt on the face of the head guard.