Chapter 291 The cat’s name is Spring…?
Septimus stood in the navigator's room, his hair disheveled and panting, but not injured. He looked worriedly at his master who was struggling on the ground and was suffering from a severe nightmare omen.
Obviously, the slave pilot and mechanic did not behave honestly when there were riots all over the ship and at any moment he would encounter a group of heavily armed Astartes around the corner shouting "For the Emperor!" Left to wait in the hangar, he decided to move his master and himself to a place where there were more armed guards and a stronger door - and where the owner would be sure to open the door for him and his master.
"What do you think of him?"
He asked the woman on the throne in the center of the room.
Octavia (number eight), the current navigator of the Cursed Echo, or Lady Eurydice Melvalion, who was once the eighth daughter of a small family of navigators from Terra, sits on her On the navigator's throne, she had never been more worthy of the name her servants called her mistress.
Although tired and thin, with her messy hair wrapped in a dirty handkerchief and a slew of tubes connecting her to the wounded and bleeding ship from the back of her head to her wrists, she now looked like a Like a true Terran noble, he pursed his lips sternly, looked at every display screen and instrument in the room, and directed all the servants and servitors to run around.
"I tried my best to awaken him." She responded, "But I dare not go too deep, Septimus, he...the prophet...there are too many things entangled with him, too much It's dark, I can't get too close to him."
The lips of the navigator with the third subspace eye became paler, and she subconsciously put a hand on her abdomen.
"You will bring him back, won't you?" the green-eyed slave asked, while also placing a hand on her belly, almost pleading with her, his eyes were as green as The legendary green leaves.
"I try my best," Octavia replied, "don't look at me like that, Septimus, even though I was robbed and enslaved by him, and you and I both know that our master is indeed a killer and a villain, But for the sake of him still coming to visit me after knowing this and not killing you, yes, I will, I will try my best."
Even though Octavia belongs to the Navigator. Her family is small and not famous, and she does not have a famous teacher to teach her how to be a good navigator, but she has discovered her own differences during the years spent with the Blood Covenant and the Cursed Echo. She knew she could indeed do more than the other navigators, and Septimus knew it too.
Because Talos, the prophet of the Eighth Legion, had foreseen that she was destined to be their navigator, the Night Lords traveled half way across the galaxy to plunder her from the Rogue Traders she had previously served. Come.
Octavia retracted her thoughts, now is not a good time to recall, and then she directed Number Seven to push the unconscious body of the Night Lord Prophet to the armrest of the throne, touching Talos's cold ceramite arm, Close your eyes and sink yourself into the thoughts of another world again.
She did not lie, she tried her best, but she also did not tell him everything, even though Septimus was the father of her unborn child and her lover.
This was not the first time she had touched Talos, but for the first time since becoming a slave navigator for the Eighth Legion, she felt a new and different power when touching Talos.
This is definitely not the light of the Star Torch, she knows very well, because Thesa Guarsa, as she told Talos before, is already outside the maximum lighting range of the Star Torch, and she needs to be there Stumbling and groping through the terrifying, impenetrable darkness of the mist, he led the Cursed Echo forward.
The light of Terra's Star Torch cannot shine on this forgotten and barren planet. This is a truly lawless place.
But this time there was a different light.
It is very weak, but for people who have been in darkness for a long time, it is like clearing the clouds and seeing the sun.
It is a black starry sky, a black starry sky that makes people feel awe, just like a small piece of clear night sky suddenly revealed in a night full of dark clouds. It pointed her in the direction of Talos's tormented soul in the snarling darkness. "Go away! Don't touch me!" she screamed outside reality. This brave and tenacious girl waved her soul arms to drive away other things that tried to get close to her, but they refused to leave and were still lingering. Listening, peeping, something else was laughing, it sounded like the bubbling gurgling of mud and the neighing of strange birds.
When she walked cautiously through the road surrounded by unspeakable things that were watching eagerly on both sides, she was surprised to find this small black starry sky. Very small, only one-third the size of her fingertips, it surrounded her like a dark firefly, escorting her to Talos' soul, which was almost swallowed by those dark tentacles.
When she endured the splitting pain in her soles, finally grabbed one of her master's arms, the touch of reality overlapped with it, and began to drag him out pantingly in the sea of souls, she From the corner of his eye, he seemed to see the shadow of some kind of four-legged creature through this black light.
It's probably some kind of hallucination. Why is there a strong-brained cat in this place...?
The oppressive feeling of endless greed in the darkness surged up again, and the navigator immediately concentrated on what he was holding in his hand, refusing to raise his eyelids to look at the existence around him.
Even as they began to tempt her, one look up could make all her cherished hopes and wishes come true.
With just one look, lo and behold, the finest Imperial Navy cruiser of her dreams was right next to her, and she could almost feel its majestic flanks passing through the deep air, casting its elegant shadow on the tip of her nose, So large, so beautiful, perhaps even better than she had ever dared to dream, was a sacred war void ship of the Emperor's Angels, Adeptus Astartes, waiting there for her guidance.
Behold, behold, just one look, Eurydice of Terra, the cheers you want, the recognition you want, the flowers and praise you want, the glorious devotion you want The endless sacred expedition...
Stop, put down your burden, and look back, you can get everything.
"Shut up," Octavia of the Eighth Legion said through gritted teeth, sweat streaming down her hair and back, past her itchy Night Lords sigil brand - it contained the blood of Talos, She used a word she hadn't used since her capture, "SHIT."
A soft neigh of satisfaction approved of her.
…What a strange and unpleasant sound…The cat’s name is Spring…?
No matter, just push harder, push harder, push harder...
The woman on the throne let out a long painful groan, gasping for breath, like a fish out of water. She arched her back like a child, and her nails carved light white marks on the midnight-colored ceramic surface.
Septimus immediately rushed over and hugged her, disrespectfully not even checking for signs of life in his master who had begun to resuscitate.
"Okay, Octavia, okay, you succeeded, you succeeded, you are the best. My treasure..."
He put his face Three words were whispered into her messy long hair.
The navigator still had her eyes closed, but she also raised the corners of her mouth and weakly raised her hands to hug her lover.
(End of this chapter)