Chapter 99 Hive World Partoria
To the orcs, this huge space hulk is just that. To be honest, the subspace jump is a complete accident. However, the greenskins on this hulk are actually more than one tribe. When they drift in the subspace, they They just relied on killing each other for fun. Now back in the real world, the Imperial Guard has become a new kind of fun. Junk cannons, anti-orbital clicks, and other things you can imagine or even unimaginable are constantly firing.
But the accuracy is not very high. Although countless loyal warships of the empire turned into fireworks in an instant, the Bordeaux was extremely lucky. She did not get very close to this damn alien creation, but those garbage cannons were almost super long-range. The shotgun and the assorted fragments almost overloaded the void shield.
"Damn alien!" The captain held the rudder, the Bordero's pistons roared continuously, and the overloaded sublight engine spewed flames and approached the huge space hulk in the other direction.
Their luck was extremely good. It could even be said that the Emperor really protected them. In such an alien invasion event that could be called a natural disaster, they successfully left the alien's range.
Alan Bair looked at the huge thing like a horizontal planet in the distance with lingering fear, and above it was his old "friend" orc, the green skin.
"Damn, Captain, are there any consequences to our trip?"
The captain said with a frown. "The Mandeville Point is completely covered. Even if we can get close, we can't squeeze into the gap between reality and subspace. But we are still alive because of the Emperor's blessing."
Alan Beyer asked. "Will those orcs leave, or will they be wiped out?"
the captain replied. "Generally speaking, space hulks are almost destroyed by Space Marines, but this scale may require the entire Space Marine Chapter to land to quell it."
"And it may take them centuries to come, after all the Empire is full of wars..."
Alan Bair understands that even with the sharpest scalpel blades in the Imperial record, the finest elite chapters of Space Marines will be unable to cope with the enemy's complex terrain of space hulks.
Even Terminator veterans often die while exploring hulks. Even though the location of the Kabbah base is important, in the face of the Empire's long and unclear communications, the chance of the Space Marines arriving in a short time is not high.
"Let's go station in the nearby empire world first. Where is the nearest place?" Alan Bair asked.
"Indeed, it's not easy to live now." The captain looked at the command room, which was still in order. It was obvious that everyone had become accustomed to the conflicts caused by various aliens and heretics. Chaos and insults could not solve any problems.
"Partoria, the capital world and hive world of this sector, is a place famous for commerce and cheap labor."
"Astropath, according to the procedures for discovering the space hulk, send encrypted information to the imperial channel, hoping someone will answer."
"Captain of the Fourth Skadi Regiment, it seems we have to delay for a while."
Alan Beyer replied. "It's just a delay. We didn't think about being safe along the way. Damn the aliens. What do you think of the world of the Empire as theirs?"
"Staff, do some publicity with the soldiers on the ship, and find some brochures about the hive world, mainly for the 113th Armored Regiment of Falaksia. Returning to the hive city will be like going home for us old guys."< br>
The staff officer replied. "I know, but it's really unexpected that the orcs would suddenly come here, and such a large space hulk has no large-scale records within the empire?"
Alan Beyer replied. "After all, this thing usually lurks in the subspace, and I saw about 7 kinds of flags on it, but according to my understanding of the greenskins, they should be divided into two factions, Gough and Snakebite, the background color of their flags And the style and the symbols above can express their classification. ”
"Probably because of this, they don't have the ability to build something like a large waaagh jump engine to break through the subspace. I can imagine that after they entered the hulk and stationed it, they quickly discovered that it was guided by the subspace energy into the non-physical After the world, those orcs are in chaos.”
"War, they have no enemies so they fight with their own people. The long war has delayed the orcs' transformation of the hulk. I can see a lot of craters on it."
The staff officer and captain looked at Alan Bair with a surprised expression. "Aren't you really an orc boss?"
Alan Beyer retorted. "I need to clarify a few times. I have nothing to do with the greenskins. Don't say that I might be an alien just by opening the greenskins a few times. My only relationship with them is killing and being killed."
The staff officer replied. "But the relationship between greenskins and greenskins is also the same. You are just a greenskin from another tribe."
Alan Bair covered his mouth. "During this period, I need to refrain from uttering any disloyal remarks, propaganda boy, except for reciting the Emperor's pious words."
The staff officer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Of course, my boss."
The staff officer yelled something into the communicator, and a reply came back from the communicator. It was a familiar voice and that unlucky fate.
"Master Staff Officer, what happened just now? I was taking care of my partner (Sentinel Mecha) in the armory, and then my butt got embedded in the sharp armor block of the Chimera due to the sudden acceleration! It was bleeding. ! ”
The staff officer cursed. "Just bandage it, don't waste the artificial skin on the ship. Let's go to the hive later and find a black doctor to treat it with a few pieces of starch!"
The captain replied weakly. "Yes, sir..."
The joke ends here. They need to adjust and match to enter the hive's orbit. The warp engine has just been overloaded and they are now in danger. The greenskin patrol ships have begun to play nearby. If they want to survive, they must catch it. A chance to escape.
This is equivalent to the sudden appearance of a mobile orc forging world in the physical universe. It is unquestionable that this sector is facing annihilation, and the fourth Skadi group will definitely not be able to log in to the hulk and destroy the orcs on it. First, they have no Capture points, logistics and rest are not guaranteed.
Second, the structure of the hulk is complex and full of Orc war weapons and traps. Even if a Space Marine enters it, it will be a narrow escape, not to mention the mortal troops?
Third, the orcs will definitely attack nearby Imperial human battleships and worlds. With more popularity and power, they can definitely live longer by finding the hive world and joining the local PDF and the Astra Militarum.
Weighing the pros and cons, the Bordero sprayed flames, turned off the auspicious auspiciousness amidst the roar of the machine spirit, and prayed that the evil greenskins would not discover its existence, until the blue flame gradually faded away in the void...
The gods are always toying with people's souls in this dark void. Maybe this subspace teleportation is also a joke of the Chaos Gods, but for mortals it is undoubtedly a disaster, death, tragedy, change, and life, war, Betrayal is the main tone of this dark universe. In the dark forest composed of spiers in Partoria, the dark place of the Central Nest.
The color white seems to be inherently contrary to her. This human world has gone through tens of thousands of years of development, and now it has no value except for human power and a small amount of underground mining. However, there are always people who hope that they are different.
White, white, represents purity, hope, and doctors. Although doctors have no longer used white robes in these dark forty thousand years, in the black clinic of this hive city, the white skull still represents this place. There is a signal for medical treatment, and the head is hanging on the door, which means that this is a good place to delay your visit to the emperor.
Ironically, what once represented death is now a sign of life.
This room is filled with strange things, but anyone who has been on the battlefield can probably tell that it is a green-skinned clicker, also called a machine gun, placed on a metal shelf, like a trophy.
But it looked like rags no matter how you looked at it, and next to that rag was a gem-like stone, but anyone with a discerning eye could recognize that it was the detector of the Tau battle suit.
This medium-sized room only has cabinets, metal shelves, and tables. On the tables are messy props, chain saws, drills, etc., broken floors and cracked walls. Only the lumen ball shines dimly.
The emperor's honor and the sun's rays have nothing to do with this place, only the cold light and the chilling cleanliness.
A bright voice echoed here, obviously not the owner's voice. "Lucas, a former Imperial Guard doctor, is 56 years old, retired, unemployed, loyal to the state religion, and hopes to become a state church priest. However, during the physical test, a physical mutation was discovered, and a small piece of about half a centimeter appeared on the third joint of the right little finger. The scales are suspected to be contaminated by a heresy."
"Do you know this person? Doctor?" PDF or the lord's private army. The doctor couldn't tell who he was. He only knew that he interrupted his consultation today.
The red and white aristocratic military uniform and his ridiculous big hat looked like a lobster, the red lord's family crest on the chest, and the roar of a lion were even more stupid.
"I don't know, sir. I need to open a business today in exchange for a few starch blocks, sir." The doctor answered in his clinic. He was wearing a dark leather scarf. His right hand was lost due to an "accident" and was replaced with a mechanical prosthesis. , the age seems to be only about 34.
PDF raised his weapon, although the gesture of pointing the weapon at others was not good-looking at all, at least compared to what he used to do when he was a soldier.
The doctor had already imagined in his mind how he would subdue this new recruit. All he had to do was lift his chain saw, then his erratic laser gun, slit his throat, and finally run out of the secret passage at the back of the clinic.
"Of course, sir..." He slowly moved his fingers towards his cabinet, such as drills, chain saws, tools for opening the patient's head or things that could kill him.
"Don't move! Doctor! You must stay quiet! I am sent by Lord Ryan!" the soldier shouted, and the doctor suddenly lowered his body, came out of the cabinet and took out a piece as quickly as possible.
Chocolate, yes, chocolate made from real cocoa butter, is expensive in the hive city.
"Sir, this is a gift given to me by the patient who consulted me last time. I'm sorry, I don't have anything good to entertain you." The doctor said as if his face changed, but the chocolate wrapped in tinfoil made the PDF soldier in front of him feel... Incredible mockery.
And he is... PDF of Honor? To be honest, he felt that he was completely unable to stop him. If the thing was not chocolate but a military dagger or even a pen, he might have been killed.
"Ahem, of course..." He wiped his sweat. "Doctor, I wish you good luck with your business. Your Majesty, thank you for your cooperation." He took the chocolate, his thighs were still shaking. It was difficult for him to climb to the PDF position. Today he realized how he should investigate something The thing is, don't mess with the local snakes.
This was the Hive, a mixed-race place in the Empire. The doctor sat in his seat, wiping his metal fingers.
He wasn't used to his servo fingers, nor was he used to transforming from a soldier into a damn...
Offal…
"The God-Emperor and all his saints, for the double eagle emblem, sing praises to all the worlds, only to fight, only to win, we are..."
He muttered absentmindedly, and then a blond young man wearing a green military uniform came up with a cigarette in his mouth. His butt was wrapped with a large bandage and he was limping. "We are the Imperial Hammers, sir. Have you served?"
The ensign walked in holding his buttocks.
the doctor answered. "No, for three pieces of starch, I will get you a skin plucked from a living person. No complications are guaranteed. If there is something like AIDS, I will give you a discount on the follow-up treatment. For six pieces, I will get you a skin made by a genetic sage. It is guaranteed to be... Just like your mother’s newborn.”
The ensign cursed. "You can rob me, but you still bid. I thank your whole family. If you are willing to pay in half, I think we can still discuss it. After all, my skin may be able to heal, but your belly is destined to be empty."< br>
The doctor cursed. "Little rookie, keep your mouth clean. Your mother wasn't even born when I fucked the orcs. If I hadn't fought with blood, guys like you would have died under the alien attack!"
The ensign laughed. "Old man, are you showing off your flaws? I've never lost by scolding someone. Now give me a discount."
the doctor answered. "You ask me about the bailiff in this district who dares to arrest me. Only a fledgling like you dares to mess with me. I gave that guy chocolates as daily protection money. You are an outsider who understands the rules of the hive. Weak people like you Such a weak person should be eaten!”
The ensign nodded. "You are not a bad person, so whether we can do business or not, don't think that I am really afraid of your threat. Give me three pieces of starch to clean up! If the staff hadn't asked me to save, would I need to leave you here for medical treatment? ! ”
The doctor sighed, where did this soldier come from? Their leader is probably not a brain*.
At this moment, Alan Bair, who was eating Goro Beast Pie in the Planetary Governor's Mansion, suddenly felt his nose sore. He covered his nose and sneezed.
"Ha...Mr. Governor, your pepper tastes really strong."
The planetary governor looks dignified, as capable as an old aristocrat, and is about 40 years old. However, Alan Bayer feels that he does not seem that stupid. "Of course, your opinions have excellent reference value, but the treatment of orcs still needs to be discussed. We will continue to eat, continue to eat."
Well, I really can do Tai Chi. Alan Bair sighed. It seems that the planetary governor is equal to waste. It is the consensus of the empire. Before he despaired, a young imperial guard, wearing a white military helmet, carried an unknown creature. feathers, black and white military uniform and sword.
How to describe it better? Alan Bayer thought for a long time, probably the British colonial army that came out of the Napoleonic era!
"Colonel Lane, commander of the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment, came to discuss greenskin-related matters with Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, commander of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment and the 113th Armored Regiment of Falaksia." He After saying that, the planetary governor instantly became wilted and asked the servants to arrange seats.
He sat down and cut the steak like an old guard, speaking naturally. "We need a little time. I am sorting out all the supplies in this hive. Lieutenant Colonel, I want to fight back against those things."
Alan Bayer took a look and saw that this guy seemed like someone he could make friends with...
He held out his hand. "Very well, for the Emperor."
Colonel Lane also extended his hand. "For the Emperor." (End of Chapter)