Warhammer: Start with a dog

The early morning light simulated by artificial lumens shines on the bridge of the Iron Blood, reflecting a layer of warm pale gold on the mahogany panels inlaid with silver and brass, making the dark, cold and lonely void outside the portholes appear. So unreal.

Captain Walter was "sitting" on his command throne, drinking Reca coffee with promethium-based specially blended engine oil sent by the servitor, so that the area of ​​his cerebral cortex that was now preparing to take over the morning activities could become more active.

"Lord Magnar, arrive at the bridge!"

Following the loud report of the iron ring soldier at the door, a tall, golden, and energetic figure walked into the bridge.

"Stand at attention! Salute to Lord Magna!"

The bridge adjutant shouted loudly, and at the same time, the master of auspiciousness, the master of communications and other technical officers on duty stood up in their seats and greeted the people who came in.

The cheerful Iron-Blooded Machine Soul nodded to everyone, his electronic prosthetic eyes flashed a few times to express happiness, and then waved his hands, signaling everyone to return to their respective posts.

"It's a pleasure to see you here again, my lord."

Captain Vaught turned his cyborg heads around with a smile on his face - they had undergone mysterious adjustments by some of the armory's tech-priests and now had a greatly enhanced range of motion and a greater variety of expressions.

These changes, along with other things that happened on the Iron-Blooded, now make the captain have some secret new wishes. Baht, who is fixed on the bridge of the Iron-Blooded, is almost nine thousand years old in terms of the scale of the real universe. ·Walter hopes to earn enough points to make a new mechanical body of his own in his lifetime so that he can leave the command throne and be dedicated to the Iron Blood, and he is working hard for it.

"Huh? This is...? I haven't seen him here...? Is it your... friend? Lord Magna?"

Captain Walter's electronic bionic eyes shrank and rotated, and multiple focus points fell on the figure who walked in behind the machine soul of the Iron Blood's master control machine.

He or it looks like an Astartes, but slightly taller than usual, and the latest Mark 12 power armor follows the convention of the "silver skull" on the Ironblood - well, although many people know it now, But since seeing things through without speaking out can help a lot of things, then no one will yell so shamelessly in public - those stupid young people who can yell or question will naturally have pastors headed by Kevin Li to do it. One-to-one caring guidance.

Therefore, his power armor is also mainly silver, but it is not like other people who paint the shoulder armor black and decorate it with some of their favorite decorations or paintings. His shoulder armor is black and yellow, but it is not Walter. The warning stripes that the captain is familiar with are only black on one side and yellow on the other. The black side also has a skull emblem, and the yellow side has a pair of crossed keys. From a distance, it looks like a black cross. Turned forty-five degrees.

The captain's IFF seal did not have the friendly markings of this Astartes, but he was marked as a neutral "Unknown Visitor - Awaiting Registration" in his electronic vision, plus he had followed Magnar in. , so Captain Walter, out of some strange trust, took the risk of being stuffed into the macro cannon but did not activate the hidden automatic turret immediately.

The tall, golden-armored automaton shook his head and nodded again before Captain Walter pressed the safety call switch.

Magna then began muttering to the cyborg captain via an encrypted secure protocol transmission.

"Oh, that's it! This is the latest derivative you designed and then asked the armory to make for you, your subordinate processing assistant! So he is also modified from a mecha body? But to be honest, his movements are amazing It's really... really smooth, as expected of you! Are you going to use this bionic motion program? I really hope I can use this program in my future body!"

Although Magna's metal death mask could not express any expression, he seemed to be full of smiles when he returned to a familiar place and his ship. He shook his head and started communicating with the captain again.

"Oh! It's a private customization, so it needs constant debugging, and it can't be open for use. It's such a pity... What? A set of optimized and simplified exercise programs will be released? That would be great! Lord Magna!"

Captain Walter looked at the Astartes humanoid who was still silent, and his eyes cautiously glanced at the long sword wrapped behind his back and the force field sword at his waist, "It seems that what you are doing is to attack special forces. Change the model? Master Magna, then maybe you'd better take him to the Iron Lord's office for identity verification. What? I'm sorry, sir, but this login verification exceeds what I'm allowed to do. Security clearance."

The golden-armored machine soul seemed unhappy. He even started gesticulating and angrily expressed to the embarrassed Captain Walter his extreme hatred for a certain black-and-white plush tyrant who was persecuting the poor machine soul. Great opinion!

He even couldn't wait to roll back my language system without a few words of comfort after I came back! I can't even scold him now! It's so useless... so cunning! How cunning! You see, he even deleted these idiom words from my vocabulary!

Lines of complaining text like this flashed across Captain Walt's retina chat channel, and the captain could only smile bitterly and began to comfort him, such as, "I believe the Lord of Iron is also trying to help you develop a behavior that better suits you." "Identity language habits" or "Or would you please His Highness Carosini to convey your opinions to my lord?"

The mysterious Astartes figure remained silent throughout the process until Captain Walter's speech began to move towards "Parents must be like this... When I was a child..." He suddenly interrupted the conversation between Magna and Captain Walter, who seemed to be a little shaken.

"Fathers... mothers do always think about their children, but perhaps children also have the right to be angry and express their own opinions."

His voice was surprisingly firm and calm, reminiscent of the towering rocky peaks under the snow that never melts on the mountains. Every word he said was like the most holy knight reading his oath.

After he started talking, the bridge, which was originally quiet but had low and orderly work conversations, even fell silent for a second because of this voice that reminded people of the glorious past.

Captain Walter was also surprised.

"Ah, so he has a voice-generating device? Lord Magna, oh my! Oh my!"

The captain made a very gratified sound, just like your neighbor uncle found that the baby he watched grow up had learned to disobey his parents for the first time.

But the golden-armored machine soul obviously didn't react. He tilted his head and was about to wonder--

"Yes, I can express my... master's opinions most of the time."

The mysterious Astartes humanoid replied.

"That's really much more convenient," Captain Watt laughed, "but I suggest you find a time to talk to His Highness Carlosini first, and then go to do his identity login on our ship."

"This is a very pertinent suggestion, thank you. We will implement it now." Magna's "derivative processing assistant" nodded to the captain, and then guided the main body off the bridge.