Warhammer: Start with a dog

The bridge of the Cursed Echo was silent, with only the mutterings of the wanton and powerful ship echoing in the Sea of ​​Souls known to its navigator.

But Octavia was now very skilled at soothing the ship. Although it was powerful, it was also easy to appease the navigator who could understand the mood and words of every ship he guided. She sent some messages to the Cursed Echo through their link, telling it that it had done a good job of maintaining its new name and code, even professionals like the Imperial Navy had not noticed, so it could get more pure promethium when it returned - the kind from the oil depot of the Crown of Coronation.

The Curse Echo responded to her happily. In the navigator's opinion, its metal flesh and blood not only disguised the outer skin, making it look like the Star Girl merchant ship that had visited here before, but also imitated the bulging and bulky appearance of the Star Girl merchant ship. These strange subspace metal creations also spread and continued to "cover" their original keels, placing a row of "cartilage" loaded with camouflage codes in front.

Oh. She thought, although the Star Girl was indeed a peaceful and gentle ship, and it was not a very pleasant thing to revisit the place where she was robbed, but living in this galaxy, humans always have to look forward.

(Note: Star Maiden is the name of the ship Octavia was piloting in the Empire before she was kidnapped by Talos)

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"Oh, that's right, this is Captain Conrad Kalosini of the Star of Bethlehem, we are from the Kalosini Dynasty. Greetings, Imperial Navy."

(A cat jumped from the Primarch's hand to the shoulder armor of all the First Claws next to him with great dissatisfaction, and paced back and forth with a nervous but agile step, its meat pads stepped on the ceramic steel armor surface of the Midnight Lords,)

"This is the patrol team of the Bakka Fleet of the Far East Star Region of the Imperial Navy. I am Captain Sulu. The Kalosini Dynasty, with all due respect, sir, I have not heard of it."

"Perhaps you can take a look at the registration information of the Misty Star Region?"

The other side paused for a while. Then the captain's voice sounded again, his suspicion obviously subsided a lot, and the respect increased a lot.

"Oh, yes, the ancient Kalosini dynasty, a charter issued by the sacred and noble throne! Please forgive me, because it has only been brought up recently. What a noble heritage! But forgive me, sir, the Misty Star Region is really a bit far from here. May I ask what is the purpose of your coming here?"

"We are just merchants, so the purpose is very simple, mining and collecting ore here. I must point out that I have the right to first discover the mineral debris belt here, so I also have the natural ownership of it and all the profits generated by it. As far as I know, we have not violated any border rules or laws. - As for the keel code, in fact, we have specially overhauled the ship for this voyage before, and this ship is also newly out of the port, so its keel code has not yet been added to the latest list of imperial ship identification codes. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"That's right. But you'd better update it quickly, otherwise Everyone is as easy to talk to as me. "The commander on the opposite side was obviously slightly stunned by this casual and charming tone, and then asked, "So where are your loyalty codes?"

"Ah, maybe it was an operational error. A servitor transmission node did have a problem recently." The people on the bridge saw their Night King waved to his black and white summoned beast, and then a man (?) and a cat (?) exchanged glances for a few moments. The cat jumped back to the eighth Primarch's lap with a stinky face and reluctantly. He put his hand on the cat's back, slightly distracted, and then continued, "Well... Now it has been debugged, and the loyalty code will be sent to you in 10 standard seconds."

A series of codes were typed out and sent to the communication lady. The technical officer waved her ten mechanized fingers with a little well-hidden surprise, and quickly compiled and sent them out.

After several rounds of politeness and mutual commercial flattery, and after a sly bargaining, the captain's fleet and the world were promised the priority purchase of 3% of the adamantium ore. The shocked First Claws watched the patrol fleet of the Imperial Navy leave without firing a shot, and the captain sent them a series of codes to express friendly farewell.

"Look, Talos, this is the world of adults. Words are also claws." Half-jokingly, Ramizane turned his attention to the next group of high-purity adamantium fragments that began to break from the largest part of the core, and began to recover the mechanical nets working in space.

"We should hurry up and work, adamantium ore is always a scarce hard currency here."

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Indeed.

So it is natural that the mining team collecting such high-purity adamantium ore will be targeted.

Obviously, the cunning looters have been lurking farther away from here for a long time. The rich adamantium here is like an attractive fragrant flower, and these pirates are like poisonous snakes breeding beside the fragrant flower.

When they thought that the patrolling Imperial Navy had gone far away and that the cargo hold of the Cursed Echo (a chubby-looking merchant ship) was heavily loaded with adamantite ore and therefore would be unable to move, they suddenly launched an attack on this ordinary and immobile "mining merchant ship".

At this time, Talos was on duty on the bridge, and the Lord of Night claimed that he was going to "change into pajamas and have a good sleep." Although they still didn't quite understand the cause and effect, the Night Lords kept it in mind and began to find opportunities to imitate the Primarch's words and deeds. For example, they all secretly used various methods to get some daily clothes from their cousins ​​in the Origin Chapter for use during sleep time - although in fact they slept very little, and the Primarch had become more and more lazy since he taught Malkarion and Talos and threw Aeneas and Ptolemyon to work on the surface. Only his summoned black and white cat would still appear silently everywhere and try to eat their Eldar captives from time to time.

So Talos Valcoran now silently recited the Primarch's teachings, and for the first time in hundreds of years, he calmly talked to the ship opposite that arrogantly said it would capture all of them and their cargo for about five minutes as politely as possible.

It was not until the other party began to mock his politeness and fired the first weapon, and then found that all his weapon arrays could only cause slight ripples on the ancient void shield of the ship that he realized that something might be wrong.

The last sentence Talos told them with a cold smile was, "My Lord told us to be polite when we speak, so please cry, tremble and fear when you are crushed and burned by us. We will try our best to make you leave no trace in this universe from flesh to soul. Tonight, we come for you. (Tonight we have come for you.)"

The light spear of the Cursed Echo overloaded the void shield of the pirate ship in the first wave of shooting amid the other party's terrified begging for mercy.

It was happy to circle in the void after not hunting for a long time, as swift as a carnivore with cruel elegance.

Every shot was like a bite, accurately hitting the vital points, the subspace engine room, the reactor array, the fuel depot, etc.

Finally, while Ramizarn was sleeping soundly, under the satisfied gaze of the black and white cat on the bridge, they successfully set off a huge firework in the dark sky nearby.