Chapter 6 Tech-Priest
Alan Bayer looked at a certain front platoon leader in surprise. The unruly gangster was helping Mr. John Deen. Although he was surprised in his heart, he didn't want to ask too many questions.
It has been two days since he took office, and now everyone in the platoon knows him.
The punishment for the gangsters was to reduce the number of unknown dried fruits in their daily rations. They had eaten a lot more meat before, so it was even.
Because of the technological help of the Dark Age, he was among the best in training during this period, and his relationship with his staff gradually became better. During this period, he now understands a few things.
First, this is the extreme star field.
Second, they were going to war.
Third, how to best maintain the laser gun.
Fourth, there is a problem with the supply line, and he has to eat granola bars for a week...
When a painful week passed... Today's meal was very good. When carat root rolls were brought to the table for the first time, Alan Bayer had been eating oatmeal bars (not real oats, synthetic tasteless things) for a week. It's rare to feel the taste.
Crisp, sweet, and fragrant... This is already a rare delicacy, but compared to this, the government affairs suddenly walked into the cafeteria.
"Corporal Alan Baier, come out!"
He could only put down the delicious food in his hand and stand up immediately. "Yes, sir!" He said the last two words through gritted teeth. After waiting for the staff officer to turn around, he stuffed the uneaten long root-shaped roll into his tactical belt.
He must have been eaten if he left it here, because he just looked around at the comrades next to him who looked like wolves, tigers and leopards...
He followed the commander and walked outside. The camp here was not very big. The other buildings were the empire's supply lines and places to build ships. Of course, this was not very big because it could only accommodate one infantry regiment, five. Sixty thousand people is "not big".
When the staff opened the door, this was a hangar. To be precise, it was a deserted hangar, because this was an infantry regiment, not an armored regiment. There was very little parking here, only a few Chimera armored transport vehicles here and there.
The staff officer was also familiar with Alan Bair, so he leaned next to his Chimera and picked up his lunch...
Omelette, Glocks steak, and...a delicious Amsett in a beautiful bottle, real wine.
He swallowed the fried egg and complained. "Your company's exclusive technical priest has arrived, and I invite her to meet you."
"Understand, this is a privilege, build a good relationship, otherwise no one will repair your laser gun in the future!"
Alan Bair's expression also became serious. After all, encountering people from the Mechanical Cult is something that cannot be avoided in the empire.
He grabbed the khat root roll in his belt and ate it like a hamster.
The staff officer's cheek twitched. "When did you put it in?"
Alan Bair answered inarticulately. "Just now..."
The two people were eating lunch in the hangar, and suddenly Alan Beyer asked the staff officer.
"Boss, what's the most delicious thing you've ever eaten on the battlefield?"
The staff officer thought for a while. "That was Barbarossa IV, an agricultural planet in the Sun Star Territory. At that time, the green skins were wreaking havoc on it. It was my first mission. At that time, I killed a strange creature."
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"I don't know what it is called, and I don't know now. It is covered in hair, has six legs, and is half a person tall. The planet is very cold. I peeled off its abdomen and held its bright red hot liver."
"Then heat it with a personal heater and a plate, and cut it with a multifunctional knife. Only the liver can be eaten from the whole body of that creature."
"There is no oil, as it will become greasy after frying for a while. I just put in the salty starch cubes from the individual soldier rations, crush them, and sprinkle them on top as seasonings."
"It melts in your mouth, with the unique damn taste of starch, definitely not bad..." At this point, Alan Bayer suddenly heard the sound of drooling...
"I was only halfway through eating when a damn orc suddenly ran out shouting waaaagh, and was headshot by a heavy bomb from the guards, but I was so frightened that I spilled my liver on the snow!"
After the staff officer finished speaking, he heard the sound of his stomach growling again...
"Are you so hungry? Didn't you just have lunch?"
the staff officer asked.
Alan Bayer was also confused. "Boss, not me?"
The two people suddenly became vigilant, but soon, the man got out from behind the Chimera's car and almost completely transformed his body. Only his head remained the same. He looked young and had blond hair shawl.
Wearing the standard uniform of the Cult Mechanicus, the girl has reddish cheeks and beautiful dark green eyes.
"It's me, it's me calling..."
Alan Bayer subconsciously wanted to hide his necklace, but soon, he realized that he didn't need to be so covert.
He naturally picked up the kagan roll that he had not eaten and handed it to the imperfectly transformed blond priest.
"Eat it, it tastes good."
She took away the kagan roll, lowered her head and ate it like a little hamster, and sighed contentedly.
“It’s nice to be full…”
To be honest, Alan Beyer felt that she was probably born in a world of death, after all, she looked really into eating.
She wiped the starch fragments on her cheeks, then brought them into her mouth, taking a sip with her mechanical fingers.
Then he said it belatedly. "You must be the platoon leader, Om Messiah, you are a very nice person."
Ohm Messiah...Oh, it means the Emperor, that's what they call the Emperor...
"Your Majesty, God Emperor, I will still be taken care of by you in the future."
Alan Bayer felt a little strange, as if he was on a blind date in a religious place. Especially since there was still the aroma of Glocks meat pie in the air, it was really difficult for people to concentrate and take it seriously.
The staff officer winked. "I'm going to see how the guys in Platoon 1 are doing while you guys chat." Then he walked out of the hangar, leaving only his mount, the Chimera, the girl from the Mechanicus, and the bewildered head soldier Alan Bair.
Alan Bayer took a deep breath and thought, although the face on the other side is good, the body has been reproductively isolated... Don't think too much, don't think too much.
The technical priest suddenly stepped forward. He subconsciously felt that his dark age technology was about to be exposed, and he spoke to the other side.
"You have a very happy machine spirit in you."
Then a mechanically modified telescopic arm stretched out from her body, making people unable to help but feel fear. She spun next to Alan Bair, and finally leaned towards his neck.
She grabbed Alan Bair's laser gun and said. "It is very happy and you are good at taking care of it."
Alan Bayer breathed a sigh of relief and said again. "Thanks to the method my staff taught me, to protect your weapons is to protect yourself."
The girl's face showed the most comfortable expression besides eating. She looked at the laser gun and muttered silently.
"Pull the lever, ignite the engine, burn the mechanical heart, it is still roaring, ignite the engine, tighten the screw, sing the praises of the mechanical heart, the piston is moving."
The sound seems ethereal, pleasant, and a bit... romantic?
When the prayer is completed, the amazing thing is that the laser gun is in beautiful condition as if it has been re-maintained...
A cute smile appeared on the girl's face. "Next time, if there is a problem with it, please come to me as soon as possible."
Alan Bair touched the gun cherishedly and replied. "Yes, ma'am."
"But before it tires, it will kill more aliens for the Ohm Messiah, I promise."
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(End of chapter)