Chapter 172 The Lamenters Chapter
A beam of light tore through the darkness between the stars like a dagger, leaving a jagged crack in the intertwined curtain of space and time.
Subsequently, the crack expanded incredibly quickly until it turned into a hole filled with light.
Time seems to have stopped, and every moment seems to last as long as eternity, until something is revealed from the light.
The first thing to enter the physical universe is the bow of the starship.
A blood-red heart with teardrops is imprinted on the bow of the ship, challenging anything that dares to stand in its way.
She belongs to the Lamenters Chapter, a sub-chapter of the Blood Angels, founded in the Founding of the Damned.
After a ripple in the space, the rest of the battleship became clear in the rift, and finally entered the physical universe.
Following them were two smaller, scarred frigates - compared to the flagship, they were like antoasts following a whale.
Then, the light hole shuddered and closed in the battleship's trajectory.
Normally, starships' dark paint schemes make them nearly undetectable against the black background of space, but the racing light of the planet's distant sun began to flicker, outlining the monstrosity of Mechanicum technology. .
Along its bow, the words 'Mother of Tears' written in High Gothic are clearly legible, and the two-winged blood drop emblem symbolizing the Blood Angel is clearly displayed on the writing.
Chapter Commander Malakin Foros is sitting on the bridge of the battleship and giving command.
Although he rarely visits places in person, everything seems to be in order.
Looking very handsome, but with a melancholy and gloomy face, he stared at each control panel to make sure everything was under control.
In the current situation, any negligence is unacceptable. He is the master of everything on this battleship.
"Chapter Commander, we have successfully entered the physical universe from the subspace, and now we are entering the Ferron system."
You can hear it from the officer's voice. It feels very relaxing at this point.
Malakin unconsciously stroked the 'Questioner' melta pistol hanging on his belt. A golden rose hung from the gold chain around his chest, decorating the breastplate. The wings and blood heart are faintly visible under the burqa.
His face is hidden in the shadows. Since the Battle of Barbuda, he has become accustomed to hiding himself in the shadows.
His Blood Saber, an ancient weapon from Baal, rested on his left hand.
Although somewhat reluctantly, Malakin agreed to meet with the leader of the Astral Knights Chapter - simply out of consideration for maintaining the last dignity of the Chapter.
He does not want them to be treated like street rats in the future. Even after so much, he believes that they can still live side by side with other war groups in an upright manner.
"How far is it from Gages?"
Malakin asked, his voice mixed with lamentation.
"About fifteen million kilometers, my lord."
The Chapter Master of the Lamenters nodded.
"Communication tower, contact the Astral Knights to see if they respond."
As he said that, he stood up and strode towards the communication tower.
"My lord... yes, we received a signal."
Malakin turned on the main communicator.
"This is the Mother of Tears. I am Malakin Foros, please answer."
After saying that, he stopped and waited for a while.
"This is the Astral Knight, I am Soshyan Alexei, salute you and your battle group."
After a while, a young voice suddenly came from came from the intercom of the communication station.
"Captain Soshyan, we are about to arrive at the low orbit of Gages."
"The Imperial Navy has established a temporary airport in Gages, where your fleet can dock."
< br>There was a pause there. "I, and Lord Magyar of the Ascetic Chapter, are here to await your arrival"
"Well, it seems that there are more people to see."
Malakin tried to hide his disappointment.
"It's definitely not what you think."
"We'll see."
After the communication ended, the two parties never communicated again.
The Weeper Chapter's flagship, the Mother of Tears, ran directly towards Gages' temporary orbital station——
It was dark inside the orbiting platform, and only when the spacecraft passed through the atmosphere did the lighthouse lights barely come back to life.
The outline of the tarpaulin showed that it covered several aircraft awaiting repairs. The frayed edges of the tarpaulin were stirred by the downdraft of the Thunderhawk's thrusters for the first time in nearly a month.
On the deck, empty storage boxes and cargo boxes were stacked far away from the operational grid lines. Malakin looked through the armored glass with frost on the edges and carefully observed every obstacle, trying to be as cautious as possible. Keep the gunboat in position in the dark.
When the gunship landed, one of the landing struts brushed against an abandoned tool rack, and a pile of oily engine parts fell to the floor.
A space warrior in the cabin cursed:
"What a shame. Didn't anyone clear the landing port for our arrival?"
Malakin stood behind the empty passenger seat.
“No one knew we were coming.”
He replied in a low voice:
“This is my request, we don’t need to cause more trouble. ”
The technical sergeant turned off the engine and turned around and said:
"Forgive me, Chapter Master, but we came here with good intentions this time. Isn't this worthless?"
Mara Kim shook his head.
"No, brother, no one cares about our good intentions, except ourselves, we are still traitors now."
The last three words came out of his mouth with great bitterness.
The technical sergeant grunted in frustration, stood up from his seat, and moved his heavily armed body from the side of the cockpit to the rear cabin.
Malakin walked around the autopilot console, took out his helmet from the overhead locker, and stepped forward.
He touched the edge of the bloody heart carved on his forehead with one finger and thought about what it represented.
Then he led the soldiers out of the cabin.
The air here is cold and stale, and the corridor decks feel as rough as gravel beneath the Space Marines' armored boots.
They met the staff of the Sosa Orbital Platform, who were all support staff, but most of them were servants and elderly people.
These men and women saluted stiffly, walking with the stiffness of someone who has lived under artificial gravity all their lives, and with the thick calluses of long-term labor.
They looked exhausted and clearly forgotten by the Empire.
Perhaps just like the mourners who arrived here, they are exhausted physically and mentally and no one will remember them.
Malakin walked through the passage with a heavy heart. At the end of the airport was a heavy metal gate. The owner of this place should be visible through it.
He stood in front of the door and turned on the communicator.
“We are here, Chapter Commander Soshyan.”
The other party snorted in response, and then the heavy gate slowly opened——
(End of this chapter)