Warhammer: Start with a dog

Obscurity

Calixis sector

Void Channel

Bahte Vout's years of service aboard the Iron Warriors' flagship far exceed the limits of ordinary mortals.

Many people believe that Walter has actually become a real part of this battleship - because the captain cannot leave his "growing" command throne.

Therefore, he is like a kind of living fossil and has experienced many incredible events. Even after all the original tridents were killed or left, he still stood on the bridge and drove the Iron Blood as faithfully as ever.

But the orders he has received in recent days have gone too far, so that maintenance servitors must be permanently stationed on the bridge to continuously replenish new coolant for the captain's thinking module.

The original body believed that their expedition was a secret special operation, so they needed to disguise themselves. Yes, he could understand. After all, such superb techniques that he had never heard of before could actually "fold" the Iron-Blooded into an ordinary line. Retiring the Moon-class barge without affecting its internal daily use. Such miraculous power is truly a miraculous feat that only the original body can achieve.

Therefore, compared to the major event of "folding" the Iron Blood - now called the Destiny Steel, he could accept the addition of additional decorations, painting, fake ship names and fake identification codes. He is happy to see the results of renovating the canteen and other public facilities. After all, it can be seen to the naked eye that the morale and efficiency of the crew have been greatly improved. Uh, but is it necessary to change everyone's uniforms, power armor paint, personnel records, and ship interiors?

And what is this (beep——)? A disguised Anglican church? ! Lord of Steel, sooner or later this damn thing will be spit out into the vacuum of space by the Iron Blood - the maintenance servitor's monitoring light signal turned orange-red, and it raised its mechanical arm and began to inject coolant into the command throne.

Obviously the few Iron Warriors on the ship think so too. Now the entire Iron-Blooded is almost like a large-scale real-person rapid response training ground. In addition to the interior of the church that often needs repairs, sensor monitoring shows that more than one person is wearing a new paint job. The guy in power armor was almost shot in the head reflexively by his accomplices at corners or in elevators, which directly caused a new pharmacist's field first aid experience level to rise visibly.

He even suspected that several of the incidents were made out of context.

Besides... the captain pondered, and looked at the records of the Silver Skulls (SILVER SKULLS) Chapter in the Iron Blood's shipboard database.

Captain Walter, who was wise and therefore longevity, shook his head slowly and decided not to think too much.

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Honso pushed the medical goggles aside, ended today's treatment of Fearless, and once again adjusted the amount of sedative administered to the maximum safe limit.

He was very satisfied with his craftsmanship. Although the other person's body only had so much left, he still tried his best to cover the other person's skin where it should be, and it looked much better.

The new pharmacist took another look at the recruits who had just completed the suspended meninges implantation surgery and were undergoing hypnosis training. Thirty neatly arranged sleep cabins were shining with bright blue light, and the meditators made a soft buzzing sound. The monitoring equipment showed Although there are some small fluctuations, it is not serious. Their bodies have integrated well with the organ seeds they received from the original body.

He picked up the data pad, wrote today's inspection report and sent it, then walked to the culture tank in the sterile medical room at the other end, and pressed the "(DATA EXPUNGED): How to Become an Elite Pharmacist" that the original body gave him. Detailed Guide, carefully check the development of the next batch of pigment-controlled balls to be implanted.

Everything was working fine, so the pharmacist put away the medical equipment on his wrist, picked up the scalpel blade next to the table, and wiped it carefully.

Suddenly, he suddenly twisted his body with agility that was inconsistent with his body size, and the exquisite double-linked bombs on his arm armor roared and spit out a death storm at an ordinary corner. It seemed that there was nothing - but it was hidden The molecular blade scalpel that arrived late in the barrage cut off a thin piece of clothing. In an instant, sirens and warning lights came one after another, and the iron ring guards poured in from the door and hidden passages——

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Emmenute moved silently under her psychic disguise.

Ever since he saw the strange technology priest at the black market port, the wizard's attention immediately shifted from these semi-finished products to him.

The scent of secrets and knowledge that emanated from that Mechanicus was simply sweet and unbridled.

So the wizard tracked the slave truck from halfway, and easily arrived at the cargo bay connection port of the Destiny Steel.

The seemingly lax guard was actually extremely tight, which made Emmenut more sure that this was a worthwhile adventure.

Near the end of loading and unloading, the tracker patiently waited for an opportunity. A mortal took a step forward curiously and blocked a certain sensor for a moment - the wizard slid silently through the gap in the cargo box, extraordinary. The thoughts are open forward, like trees stretching their branches, the tip buds swaying slightly in the wind of ether, aware of other souls, ears and eyes, the psychic gauze also hides the woman's figure, twisting the wizard's body muscles to To an abnormal extent, it turned into a lightning-like phantom before triggering the sensors and mechanical guards, flowing into the ship like a cat through a gap that was impossible for ordinary people to enter.

Something is wrong with this ship.

Emmenut came to a very certain conclusion after sneaking into the ship from the cargo hold for half a standard Terra.

This ship is by no means the decommissioned Moon-class refit ship it seems on the surface. Although its interior is being renovated, it is obviously not due to damage. Just now, Emmenut swore that he would definitely see it with his spiritual vision in the ether breeze. When they arrived, at least two groups of fully armed Astartes and Fort Star mechs walked past in patrol formation.

The appearance of the Mechanicus Priest can be explained as an archeological expedition following the Rogue Trader, but the wizard has not heard of any Rogue Trader who has appeared recently who can be rich or powerful enough to assemble a whole team of well-equipped Astartes and Fort star marines. as a patrol.

Emmenut blinked, recalling the paint he saw, and finally extracted the knowledge called "Silver Skull" from the vast ocean of knowledge, but why did the sense of dissonance become stronger?

The mysterious and unknown joy led the woman along the passage, and the veil of ether surrounded the wizard. There were so many anti-psionic fields and extremely unfriendly alarm devices that he had to use all his strength several times to continue moving. However, such strict protection only made the curiosity of the seeker more intense. The wizard silently recited the motto of the Secret of Knowledge and fell into a cabin from the vent with the light movements of a cat.

This is what you see before your eyes! ! New blood can actually be created and perfected in this way... In the blink of an eye, the intruder's curiosity was greatly satisfied. The instant pleasure almost made him unable to move, but at the same time, the wizard's psychic intuition was also giving a frantic warning: It's time to leave.

The attack came very suddenly. Before Emmenut could cast the next spell, bullets, stasis weapons and mechas came from all directions.

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"So what did we catch?"

Lamizane - or "Perturabo" frowned slightly, looking at the trophies that were tied up and brought to him by his descendants.

The beautiful woman's nose was punched by the Iron Warriors - or the freshly painted "Silver Skull" second company commander Soltarn. This old stonemason, who is known for his calmness, has been a little irritable recently.

This delicate face looked broken due to the swollen and deformed bridge of the nose. The blood flowing out of the nostrils accumulated reddish-brown traces. There was no doubt that she needed a maxillofacial and nasal bridge bone repair surgery. The woman was thrown to the ground, and her arms were roughly pulled up. She tilted her head, her eyes were closed, lifeless, and she looked like she had been knocked unconscious. The delicate golden flower crown was hooked diagonally on the side of her black hair.

The wise face carved from the cliffs of Soltarn was full of struggle and worry. He bowed to his genetic father.

"My lord. When we caught this pest rat, she was trying to pry into the secrets of our recruits' surgery. Originally, we should have executed this bold rat immediately, but this place is your flagship, and only one person can make the decision at this moment. Her fate. So we send her to you."

"I remember this woman. She was the one who wanted to buy those useless bastards before us." Perturabo sat in his cockpit and twitched his ears in displeasure, "Throw her to Soltarn or Hong." Ask Suo to interrogate her and then make her into a maintenance servitor. - Wait, I always feel that there is something wrong with her psychic side readings. Tsk, this four-legged creature's wetware calculations can't keep up at all!" He hated the iron. Stuffing a series of analytical data into the data link leading to the main body, "Hurry up and use your brain! Otherwise, I'm afraid they'll all be rusty and stuck when I take them back."

"It's not that..." Lamizane muttered in the telepathic communication, "There is definitely something wrong. This is impossible."

"What's wrong?"

"...The analysis results say that the psychic signal and code of the human being in front of us, who is physically human-sized and female, is an... Astartes, psychic, yes, it is an Astartes."

The Iron Warriors present were horrified to see the mechs around the original body suddenly take action without authorization, but were immediately slapped to a halt by a slap filled with data streams and codes.

"This must have something to do with this damn spy! Father! Please allow us to interrogate her and read her memories!" Aharin shouted angrily, putting his hand on the handle of his combat dagger.

"Calm down, Aharin." His genetic father replied, and then said a shocking sentence, "This woman is the Supreme Sorcerer of the Thousand Sons."

It was over, and even Honso had to start thinking that his father might really be crazy.

...I just finished writing and forgot to post it, eh (eyes moving)