Warhammer: Start with a dog

The luminous sunlight in most areas of the Destiny Steel has changed from the pale gold in the morning to the platinum representing noon, but the view outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the Chapter Master's office is still the velvety dark blue starry sky dotted with sugar.

The two "Fourth Primarchs" at the desk are... discussing the future of themselves, mankind and the galaxy in a friendly manner.

To be more precise, Perturabo is forcing Ramizane, who doesn't want to plan his work schedule at all, to start writing his own schedule.

"Since you have started to explain some concepts to us now, you should write a schedule so that you don't forget what you said." Perturabo frowned his furry forehead and said very seriously, while pushing the data visualization lens on his broad nose.

"Now... there are more humans living in our jurisdiction who agree with you from the bottom of their hearts. So it's not like before, when you didn't explain many concepts clearly, if there was a little mistake, you could use some fuzzy theory and Schrödinger's cat method to make up for it. Now the cost and difficulty of making up for it have greatly increased. You have to write down some of the things in your plan as an anchoring measure to avoid major problems with the timeline. Terrible things will happen."

"How terrible?"

"Well... so terrible that if you don't anchor it well, you or I may find that you wake up from a good sleep and suddenly find yourself in the Spirit of Vengeance..."

"In the body of Horus who is fighting the final battle with the 'Emperor'?!"

"... Or you may find yourself being carried into the Temple of Daven but can't speak."

"... At this time, even if you can say 'Hey, can we reconcile?', it's too late... It's so terrible!!! Either way, it's terrible!!!!"

"So you have to write down your plan schedule and fill it up to avoid things becoming erratic." The dog nodded.

"Then...then you have to give me a general idea, right? What if I just write it out and you say it's not okay? Wouldn't that mean my work is in vain?"

"Of course. Here, this big form. I think it's good to fill it with short-term plans for a period of fifty years." Perturabo BC casually sent a blank form file to Ramizane.

"No, writing one or two five...ten-year plans is fine, but what is this? Look at your number assigned to me?!"

"Isn't it just twenty? A fifty-year short-term plan, a thousand-year medium- and long-term plan, and completing them step by step, is normal?"

"...Excuse me, some of your brothers have commanded their legions for less than five hundred years, right? Why do you want me, who has only lived for a few decades, to write a thousand-year plan! Can this be written properly? You can ask me to write it, but you can find Dante from the Blood Angels or Bjorn from the Space Wolves, uh, or that..."

"Why do you want them? To write for you?"

"At least they have really lived for a thousand years and know how much can happen in a thousand years."

"That's not necessarily true." Perturabo grinned, and Ramizane noticed that the gap between his teeth was a little bigger recently—— "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing!"

So in the next few hours, which then turned into dozens and hundreds of hours, Mr. Ramezan Kalosini, under the threat of the terrible prospect of some classic horror scenes being refreshed, had to learn more, more, more data, historical documents and events throughout the galaxy until--

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! I can't stand it!!!!!! If I could have written this kind of article form in the beginning, if I had worked so hard, I would have been so inward-looking, would my ultimate dream at the beginning be to pass the librarian exam and lie down in advance?!"

Of course, the black and white border collie is a ruthless adult original dog, so Mr. Kalosini had to continue writing his twenty fifty-year plans after his collapse.

And when he turned his attention to other possible helpers, he found that in order to ensure that this plan was completely from his own hands without interference, a certain black and white furry demon could be said to have been prepared long ago.

Ramizann was told that the former Imperial Regent, who was very good at making tables, had recently been on a business trip, probably for a long time. No one knew where he was now, and he should be on a voyage that was difficult to contact.

And His Highness Angron Petra, who was theoretically a very good monarch and had been a very good monarch for a long time, had taken some of his descendants and drove his Desert Ark to the surrounding star fields for security patrols, and might not return for a long time.

The last hope was dear little Magna Dorn, who had a database of the entire ship!

Under Ramizann's encouraging and hopeful gaze, this very helpful young artificial intelligence wrote in one go.

But when Ramizann excitedly picked up the document and read it carefully, he found that the result written by the Iron Blood Master Control Machine Soul for him was very similar to the specious useless texts written by some Gs and Ts in Ancient Terra with a lot of seemingly useful but actually completely useless content. ——Some are useful, but not many.

So in the end he still had to personally compile his work word by word, painfully, but as the old Terran saying goes, the closer you are to the deadline, the more you have to slack off...

"Sage Decima, I think the name of the improved version of the Blue Dragon is not auspicious. Perhaps you can give this powerful prototype a more auspicious name." While racking his brains, Ramizann did not forget to think about Magna's magical mecha and Sage Decima.

The reply from Sage Decima in the Armory came almost immediately. There is reason to believe that he is also working in multiple threads. He explained that the reason why it is called Zamyrax-Blue Dragon is that the name is based on the prototype of this mecha, the naming method of the Dead Slaves and Blue Bear Mechas. This is logical and in line with the naming habits of the Mechanicus.

"Blue Dragon... uh, it really feels unlucky. Sage, I have a name here that feels more appropriate and auspicious. Since it is all produced in our armory, it is okay to use our naming method."

"Your will. Since oh... you insist on saying so, it must be some kind of omen that cannot be ignored. Then may I ask how you plan to name it?"

Ramirzann replied quickly with a word. "Kunlun."

"Kunlun?" The other party paused, "... unexpected, but very tasteful, sir. This place is said to be not far from the sanctuary, and there used to be towering mountains. So, what names do you plan to give to the ones you want the armory to mass-produce for you next?"

"Those... I've thought about it, Sage Decima, call them the 'Jade Dragon' type."

"Of course, Your Highness, I will record this on my memory chip. But can I ask? Why is the Azure Dragon unlucky, but the Jade Dragon?"

A happy chuckle sounded in the office, "Kunlun should of course be followed by many Jade Dragons! Hahaha, Sage, just name the next battle group like this, they will definitely be very powerful and pure."

Although confused, the confidence and joy will not make people misunderstand, so Sage Decima quickly answered.

"I understand, as you wish."