Chapter 7 How to get to the port without getting off the ship and taking a walk
Obscury Star Region
Calixis Sector
Edge Faceless Trading Port
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"I can't believe you actually managed to 'sink' a 'part' of the ship into pocket space through a specialized material corridor."
Sitting on the bridge of the Iron Blood again, looking at Captain Walter calmly commanded the ship, which was only one-sixth of its original size, to dock sideways into the berth in a textbook manner. Lamizane made no secret of his admiration in the telepathic communication. "I thought this was a space technique unique to the Necron."
"Of course. I am Perturabo. How can any mortal's knowledge rival mine in the slightest?"
Perturabo sneered, his voice unintentionally showing a kind of arrogant pity full of condescension, although he had consciously restrained it for most of the time since the accident, but the heartfelt praise was not. It will make him reveal his true emotions.
He cocked his ears proudly in the backpack cabin, and the long smart hairs behind his ears swept across the surface of the instrument.
"You don't think that I have been in the Eye of Terror for so long just building houses and robots, do you?"
"I will punish myself with a drink for my discourtesy." The people on the bridge heard the Daemon Primarch Saying this, I watched him raise the coffee cup in his hand and lift it towards the void.
Honso and Dassadra quickly exchanged several glances and dozens of messages within a third of a second, while Aharin and Soltarn clenched their weapons and remained silent.
Not long ago, as the Primarch's latest favorite Guards officer, in addition to each receiving a set of decorations and carvings that were suspiciously exquisite (there were even commemorative ribbons and tailor-made personalized small items), In addition to brand new Seiko MKIV power armor painted in silver and black (gleaming! But why silver and black?), and a Seiko twin wrist gun suitable for their position as duty gifts - it is said that the veterans did not Dare not immediately put on these precious gifts from the father of genes, but observed for a long time.
Especially Soltarn and the others secretly conducted a targeted Chaos-style exorcism on these gifts. Before the atmosphere of panic spread openly, the Iron Warriors finally received the instructions after following the original body. The first task: Obtain the raw materials and resources listed on Perturabo's list at this black market port located on the edge of the sector's Halo.
Including, but not limited to, metals, fuel, food, fresh water, and population.
As for how they complete these tasks, this is beyond the scope of Perturabo and Lamizane's concern.
Because now the two of them are walking in the port - shopping.
This hidden, prosperous illegal trade port far away from the center of the empire is a ring-shaped space station that fully meets anyone's imagination of the term "space trade black market".
The entire main structure of the space station is a real behemoth. It revolves around a light blue gas giant planet and is chained like a star track. Some of the facilities on the floating orbital station have been abandoned, but the remaining The lower part had been tinkered with over the years, transforming it into an unsatisfactory dockyard and a complex and twisted series of towns.
The street is narrow, with twisted and deep maintenance alleys and ventilation shafts on both sides. From time to time, there are merchants setting up stalls on the roadside, either shouting hard or quietly waiting for buyers. Most of the visitors and traders who come here to do business cover their bodies and come and go in a hurry.
Under the reluctant guidance of Perturabo, Lamizane took off most of the parts of the Armor of Origin, retaining only a few special items, side weapons and shield generators. Even so , his size and height are still eye-catching.
So he picked through the phantom camouflage and other disguises in the studio warehouse, and finally settled on a hybrid burqa in the shape of a Mechanicum priest.
It has great firepower, speaks in a synthesized voice, is very suitable for covering up the body, and can not walk on its own.
“I really don’t know why you are so easy to be lazy. If it were before, such a crime of laziness would be enough for me to take you apart and kill you eight times. ——When I can take back my body, I hope it It still works fine.”
Perturabo sat in a special iron ring disguised as a Mechanicus Citadel Star Marine for this walk-shopping (temporarily painted a Mechanicus logo on his chest) and followed him along the street. The dog muttered while wagging its tail in the driver's seat, and subconsciously turned the olfactory sensor to the maximum -
"Don't say that... I have a feeling we will find something unexpected... You Look!"
"What can this mortal cold trade black market have..."
The dog's voice paused for 0.1 seconds.
“Oh. Damn.”
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Julius was a young Unfinished Man - which meant that he had great hopes of officially becoming the Emperor's Angel of Death, bringing wrath and destruction to the Empire's great enemies.
Now, for him and his companions, a clean death may be the kindest of many futures.
The reason why I say "once" is because they have nothing left.
With no veterans, no home planet, no vehicles and supplies, even the honorable chapter title has been stripped away, and naturally there are no pharmacist brothers to complete the rest of the surgery for them. This group of young people None of them have power armor yet. In fact, all nineteen transformation surgical procedures have not been fully implemented. They are a group of semi-finished products, a group of wanderers, a group of... slaves.
He chewed the word bitterly in his mouth.
They were conducting their final expedition on a planet attacked by Eldar pirates, led by the last Elder and Chapter Master.
What came out from the shadows behind them to attack and kidnap them was a group of hateful alien slave catchers. They resisted, but it ended quickly. Miraculously, not one of them was able to survive. Not dead.
It may also be because their combat weapons are so crude that the other party did not spend much effort other than rounding up the elders who were yelling and resisting and cutting him down.
They were tied up, shackled, thrown into special containers and put into the cargo hold, before they had time to leave the surface.
The movement that followed was too chaotic, and it seemed that the slave-catching team was attacked by another entity.
It wasn't until long after everything fell silent that the cargo door was opened and he saw human faces. At that time, he thought it was the end.
But this is just the beginning of a new suffering.
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Julius turned his gaze towards the slave merchant with dark anger. He still remembered the old Rogue Trader's trembling fingers and the complicated expression on his face when he asked the other party to release him and his battle brothers.
"I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry...but by selling you, I can retire with my family in the best garden world."
So.
So this is the reason why they are tied up here and sold like goods.
The bitter feeling in his mouth became clearer, and the shackles stopped him from trying to moisten his dry and cracked lips.
Although by the Emperor's blessing they had so far remained undispersed, it seemed that good fortune was about to leave the last remnants of this unfortunate Chapter.
Cause moment——
A woman dressed like some kind of desert planet aristocrat was walking over with interest, picking at them one by one.
This is a very eye-catching beauty.
She is tall, with snow-white skin and long crow-feather hair. She wears a towering corolla of special style made of gems and gold. Many gold ornaments decorate her lustrous precious fabric robe. Rich black eyeliner outlines the exotic shape of her eyes, and stretches a unique length at the end of her eyes, making her dark blue pupils look mysterious and smart.
Judging from her interested expression, it was obvious that she had some intention of purchasing these unusually strong and tall slaves, but she did not intend to buy them all.
The slave catcher's binding technique was very sophisticated. Julius could only watch with angry, sad and bitter eyes as the woman's slender and strong fingers grabbed their partners' heads, forcing them to lift their jaws so that they could She examined their faces and teeth.
The heels of the female aristocrat hit the ground with a thumping sound, which also struck everyone's heart. She picked them one by one like a big animal. The helplessness of the sadness and indignation of being forced to separate infected the wanderers. The chosen one looked back at the others in the cage with the same pained eyes.
He closed his eyes sadly, sincerely praying and mourning for everything that happened.
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The arrival of something huge stirred up ripples in the etheric breeze.
Some deep and terrifying breath was blown to his nose.
The blond unfinished person suddenly opened his eyes.
The terrifying pressure that comes from somewhere is inexplicable.
Some mysterious and majestic existence grabbed all his attention, as if the boundaries of reality were also compressed by something invisible.
The void opened its mouth.
The soul needs to be filled.
Here it comes again...
This feeling...
Julius's eyes trembled at high speed in his sockets, and his skull became hot.
The cold wind chased and laughed through the long winding passage, beating on people.
Pedestrians passing by wrapped their coats tightly.
He raised his head and looked at the crowd, eagerly searching for targets that brought a sense of oppression.
But... why is it a mechanical priest... a mechanical soldier... impossible.
This feeling...? Can’t cope with...?
etc! This is a red-robed Mechanic Priest!
No matter what, if he buys it...
Julius turned his attention to the cargo box behind which was covered by a tarpaulin.
Ah, if you don’t change, let’s leave it as it is (close your eyes)
Have a nice weekend, see you tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)