Chapter 263 Interlude: Sklar’s Wonderful Rabbit Hole Journey (6)
This was their first free meal after arriving at the unexpectedly tidy flagship of their cousins. Due to various events that occurred, Severely understaffed, they had received and appreciated the apology from the "Silver Skulls," who then told them, "Even so, dining in our officers' mess will never disappoint."
So now the Ironheart Astartes are following the directions sent into each of their power armor to the officers' mess on this beautiful ship.
The orange sunset light formed by artificial lumens shrouded one side of the corridor. People were walking bustlingly on the wide internal passage of the Destiny Steel, surrounded by comrades who were fully armed but seemed very comfortable chatting.
Skraal, Second Company Commander, Holy Fearless Elder, Ten Thousand Years Veteran once again felt a deep sense of powerlessness and waves of coolness behind his back.
It seems that maybe he mistakenly blamed the Ninth Company Commander Olimposius...
Even Balor, who can think calmly during the most crazy killings, now accepts it without any doubt. I checked everything and found nothing wrong! Hello! brother! Fighting brothers! Have you realized that your step-by-step pace does not match my step-by-step span, but we are now moving forward "together", "talking and laughing"? !
But obviously no one here except Skator feels that something is wrong. The old and reliable battle brothers and the young cubs are all clustered around the ancient and tall elder, as if he is still Walk among them in human form.
The sacred and fearless auspices and sensors carefully and secretly scanned the body and head of each battle brother. The elders will not be ashamed of this. Only now can they catch any flaws. First priority, but he was once again disappointed, everyone here looked fine, at least no worse than when they set out.
As for the physical mutations that are common when chaos corruption and pollution occur, there is no sign at all. Everything is normal, everything is smooth, so normal that Skator begins to be afraid of himself: Could it be... something is wrong? Is it actually...me?
He did know that many unfortunate heroic warriors would suffer great pain and mental problems after being buried in sarcophagi. This problem was especially serious in some subsequent models of Dreadnought, so much so that they earned them the title of "refrigerator". Cruel nicknames such as "Oven" and "Consumables Driver".
He looked at his biochemical data and other information on the retina interface again, and everything seemed normal. So, could it be that during his long service, he finally... began to have some mental problems? But how does this explain the problem of speed synchronization? Or is it that all this and all the things before are actually just...
In fact, it is just him. After Skator was buried in the heavy metal sarcophagus of the Dreadnought, in the stasis of the hangar, because A dream made out of unwillingness and obsession...a dream that lasted for one year, one hundred years, one thousand years or ten thousand years?
In a daze, Skator suddenly remembered something that someone said in front of him at an unknown time.
“When no duty is required to awaken these heroes, the Dreadnought is placed in the stasis hangar... usually alongside the Chapter's most important relics... The stasis stance allows Dreadnought pilots to be as protected as possible from the ravages of ruthless time and death... even during sacred maintenance rituals... from being awakened... because the heroes in Dreadnought are believed to have been The Emperor gave his all so that he no longer had to follow the rigorous daily schedule of other monks... The sarcophagus amniotic fluid chamber and the stasis stance did allow the pilot to be left with his brothers at the time and for a long time afterwards By his side, he serves the empire and the emperor. However, because the period of dormancy may be only ten years later, or it may be a hundred years later, every time he is awakened, the person he sees may be different, or even appear to be him. The members of the battle group do not know each other... This is why when awakening some grumpy or even crazy fearless elders, they will try to arrange for some people they once knew to be present... But it is inevitable that as the As time goes by, the thinking logic in the flesh and blood brain will become more and more ethereal, and the real sense and connection of these heroic elders to the material universe will gradually begin to be lost from their hands..."
A malicious snake-like hissing sound accompanied these words passing by his ears, and it was like the sound of flapping wings, telling him the unknowable and uncertain mysteries and truths in the void.
Yes... Generally speaking, the fearless mechas in the battle group will not be awakened and carry out daily operations on weekdays, let alone someone like me who is always active and plays an important role. Chapter position... So am I... awake or... I have always been... It's just the abnormality here that made me realize for the first time...?
Skraal fell into an ice cave surrounded by his battle brothers. "Oh! Just turn around and you'll be there!" Someone said happily.
The two weather-beaten fine gold doors of the officers' mess hall of the Destiny Steel appeared in front of them.
Although his mind was filled with shock and confusion, and his thoughts were as ethereal as a ball of threadless yarn, Skator, whose audio-visual perception was amplified by technological means in the Dreadnought Mecha, was immediately keenly aware of some things that few people would notice. to the details.
The fine gold doors were wiped and washed until they were extremely clean and sparkling. Apparently someone had applied some kind of protective wax to them. I don’t know why a door needs to be so carefully maintained. . Apart from the silent mechs, there were no other servitors, servo skulls or cherubim around. The owner of this ship didn't seem to like using common wetware modification equipment.
Under these careful maintenance and the lifelike reliefs of wheat ears, fields, seasons and gods and goddesses on the gates, there are traces of countless weapons, large and small, although their power seems a bit Too weak, but a Space Marine veteran would never mistake the blast of a bolter or the slash of a chainsaw.
A last supper, a destructive trap? Sklar glanced at the battle brothers around him, silently checked his ammunition compartment, and adjusted the servo system to a state where it could exert force at any time.
Regardless of whether I have gone completely mad or not, I will never allow anyone to step over my adamantine coffin and attack my battle brothers.
The door is open to visitors.
“Ding!”
A stray bullet bounced off Sklar’s armor.
The highly nervous Divine Fearless shouted a war cry from the loudspeaker, opened his Kress assault cannon towards the field, and began to fire.
(End of this chapter)