Chapter 143 is like a breath of fresh air
“This person... I don’t even want to call him a human or an Astartes, because it would be a stain on these two terms. He is a human being. Shameless robbers and murderers, rapists and adulterers, glory-seeking thugs, walking treachers and corruptors, the loathsome darling of Slaanesh, the embodiment of the most depraved of all the children of Guilliman." - Fu. Grim Ishtar commented on Cato Sicarius in his memory.
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“If you have trouble supervising construction projects on the ground and on rail platforms, just supervise the reception of visitors, no problem Right? "
"No problem, isn't it just to receive guests from afar?"——The two supreme captains from the "Silver Skull" Chapter are here. Conversations above the forged world of Bella Kahn.
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Cato Sicarius, Second Captain of the Ultramarines Chapter, Lord of the Watch, Knight Champion of Macragge, Grand Duke Thalassarian, Ultra One of the supreme lords of Mar, he was born as a noble and was selected into the warband. He then set off from the Hera Fortress and rushed to all parts of the vast galaxy, bringing courage and glory to Guilliman, the Emperor, and the people of the Empire, and to the Empire. In the more than two hundred years since the great enemy brought destruction and death, he has seen hundreds of planets and civilizations, and his knowledge is as extensive as his combat experience.
Therefore, this noble warrior naturally had certain expectations and conclusions in his mind about what an "Iskra sect" Mechanicum forging world would look like, and these things came to light when he set foot on Belakarn. When the Forge World's orbital platform was empty, it began to gradually become...well...unusual or contrary to any common sense he knew about the universe.
First of all, when they walked out of the connecting bridge, this group of tall warriors holding bolters and power or chain swords found themselves standing in a room that was wide, high, bright, neat and tidy. In the waiting hall, which is very... not too imperial, but not too Mechanicus.
Seats and tables suitable for the Astartes are placed here. There is even a tall alabaster flower urn on the table (its carving style is slightly similar to Macragge). Clusters of flowers, real flowers, the olfactory receptors in everyone's helmets analyzed without a doubt, and something even sweeter: the size of those treats and the content of their smell indicated that they were meant for the stars. Specially made for warriors.
During the tens of seconds of waiting time when the Ultramarines left their ships and walked off the docking bridge extending from the port, huge questions quickly filled the minds of every Ultramarines, and those who were more wary had already pulled out their heads. He took out the bolter and put his finger on the trigger. At this time, Hephaestus' question rang out in the team's communication channel. "It should be impossible for us to go wrong, Captain Sicarius."
Usually it is rare for a technical sergeant to first ask this question, because their minds and minds trained on Mars are More mechanical modifications than other battle-brothers often make their way of thinking and viewing the world more skewed toward those of the Machine Worshipers.
——Of course, it is also possible that what he saw was so inconsistent with the scenes that would appear in any airport under the rule of the Mechanicus that Hephaestus had seen in his life, so that his logic The circuit thought it necessary to even speak before Sicarius.
“Our navigators and sensor arrays have had countless opportunities to locate our own course from the galaxy in the past twenty-four hours,” the leader of the Ultramarines responded. “It is wrong to go wrong. You may have gone wrong, Hephaestus."
"All the data I have obtained also tells me that this is Belakane, but, Sicarius, what I saw still makes me uneasy. .”
"What makes you give me advice so rarely, Hephaestus."
At this moment, with the sound of the elevator and the sound of footsteps, a man who looked like he might be someone The person in charge or the head servant came over from an entrance to the platform. He wore a low-key black robe with a traditional shawl on the outside. He had an extremely strong figure. The proportions of his flesh and blood seemed unusually tall in this world ruled by the Mechanicus. From that broad face Everything from his tall stature to his tall stature showed traces of the perfect ancient genetic engineering that had been applied to his body.
Sicarius highly suspected that this could be a final undrafted member of a Chapter, but had received most of the Astartes bio-modifications, from what he knew The bloodline is similar to the very light flaxen hair of this servant - maybe it is a second or third generation descendant of the Blood Angel? Sanguinius's gift to his heirs was that faces should always be beautiful and welcome - wherever they may be.
The reason why the speculation about him would stop at the senior servant chief was because this person was holding a large data tablet in his hand and pointing it towards them. Sicarius could clearly see that, It read boldly in bold black letters: "Captain Cato Sicarius of Macragge and His Company."
Although he didn't quite understand it, there was nothing wrong with the content and display objects. Sicarius secretly thought that this might be some kind of local reception custom?
When the visitor stood in front of them, the visitors noticed that he was as tall as they were without armor. Then the man in black robes spoke, and the voice in his voice belonged exclusively to Asta. The special voice made these ultramarines tremble in their hearts, "Dear visitors from Macragge. Welcome to Belakahn. I am Maxim. During your stay on the orbital platform, I'm here to lead the way. If you have any needs, you can let me know."
The Ultramarines Commander's golden eyepiece scanned the self-proclaimed guide or receptionist within one hundredth of a second. of an unusual figure, the results of the scan did nothing but surprise and heighten suspicion.
The scan results showed that this person was not an unselected person. The black carapace covered his body under his skin. He was an out-and-out space warrior.
But he was not wearing armor for some reason, but he was not unarmed: the pin on the shoulder cape of this mysterious Astartes who called himself Maxim was shown by the sensor to be some kind of mini stasis stance protection device. The same goes for his low-key but exquisite belt buckle, as well as the very-looking sword and pendant inlaid with gold and silver hanging on his belt, both of which were quickly marked red by the technical sergeant to indicate high risk.
Hephaestus's sensors reminded everyone that the decorations in this seemingly defenseless outfit were not as harmless as they seemed: a finely crafted power sword and a miniature stasis. Grenades.
"Hephaestus, if this is some kind of amazing product display event, or a secret show of the strength of this place, then I think it is necessary to teach them some lessons next, so that the managers of this place can Learn to respect me and the Ultramarines."
"I don't know, Sicarius, I just hope that the power of his protective stance will not last long."
Adjust his expression. Maxim, who came to guide the visitors after trying to be as "refreshing as possible", politely showed the group of people a four-tooth smile.
I have read through the "Memorandum on How to Pick Up at the Airport" given by Chapter Master Lamizane very well, he thought.
Gua.
(End of this chapter)