Chapter 196 Family Past
The servants worked quickly.
With the help of many hands and specialized tools, Soshyan's armor was quickly removed - a job he would never have been able to complete so quickly if it was just him.
With the power cables and breastplate removed, he is essentially free.
The senior servants of the Chapter began to remove the armor from his legs, whispering praises to the machine spirit of the armor as they worked.
As soon as his leg armor was removed, he stepped out without waiting for his greaves to be removed as well.
The dismantled armor is placed on the table nearby.
A Space Marine is capable of removing his own armor if necessary, but complete disassembly is the appropriate treatment for these sacred weapons.
If they are not regularly cleaned, tested and cared for, their mechanical soul will gradually lose vitality.
At this time, two servants walked up and untied the breathing filter from the neck - it was stuck to the body with a layer of sweat.
Then Soshyan took a few steps forward, completely breaking away from the restraints of the armor, exposing his skin to the cool air inside the ship.
At this time, he turned around.
The finely crafted power armor had been completely disassembled, and the wires of the backpack hung from the fixed frame. The servants wrapped the other parts in red cloth, bowed deeply, and stepped back.
As soon as he leaves here, the servants will take his equipment to the studio next door.
There they will meticulously cleanse the sacred weapons and armor, make any necessary repairs, re-anoint them and return them to their shelves.
When Soshyan returns, his weapons will be gleaming once again and his armor will be assembled on the armor rack.
A pair of diligent hands will wash away the traces left by a day's activities on the armor.
Then, he walked naked through the weapons warehouse, and the servitor guards on both sides of the door opened the door to the bathroom.
Soshyan walked into a room decorated from top to bottom with white inlays.
He stood in the center of the room and asked the servants to wipe away the sweat from training with warm cloths, and then walked into the high-temperature bath room.
For the next half hour, he sat in heat that would have roasted an unmodified human, letting the fragrant steam soothe his muscles.
As the gray marrow content in his body became higher and higher, he became more and more fond of this high-heat environment, even if he was still in a normal state.
Then he walked into the shower room, where hundreds of liters of water was poured on his head and flowed away from the sewer.
While feeling the tingling sensation on his skin, he walked into the main bath surrounded by columns.
This bath is large enough to swim in. The water in the pool is azure due to various minerals, and various murals decorate the walls and ceiling.
He walked down the steps into the pool step by step, letting the warm water embrace him until the water submerged his neck.
Soshiyan closed his eyes while taking a deep breath.
The vibrations generated by the nearby pipes carrying hot water synchronized with his heartbeat, and Soshyan entered a meditative state.
It wasn't until two hours later that he woke up, used his strong arms to lift himself out of the pool, wiped his body dry, and used drying equipment to take away the water stains on his skin, and finally put on a coat Silver gray robe.
Then Soshyan left the bathroom and walked into his private room.
The food had already been prepared for him - it was cooked for him alone by Rozim, the master of the restaurant of the war group, and beside him were golden jugs and wine glasses that had been filled with fine wine.
When Soshyan walked past the dining table, he picked up a plate of cheese-like dessert from it, dotted with many dried fruits he didn't recognize.
He sat down at his desk, chewed his food slowly, and took a swig of wine to accompany his meal.
There are stacks of reports and documents on the desktop. Most of them are about the progress of warship construction and various information about neighboring galaxies. Occasionally there are some "stories" from distant wars.
While reading these reporting documents, he steadily eliminated the food on the plate. Ten minutes later, when he finished reading the papers, his plate happened to be empty.
Soshyan stood up and put some temporary documents into the shredder nearby.
When he was about to go back to bed and take a good rest, he suddenly noticed a small box under the bed - in fact, he noticed it every day, but ignored it every time.
This was left behind by his physiological father, and it is said to contain his notes on their ancient family research.
Soshyan has little interest in his family, and the responsibility for continuing the family naturally falls on his cousin, but from the moment he became an Astartes, their relationship was only A little bit of meager affection - in terms of blood, they are not even the same kind.
But for some reason, Soshyan noticed him today and didn't choose to ignore it.
He bent down, took out the wooden box from under the bed, brushed off the dust on it, and opened it.
In the box, there are four brown-covered notebooks stacked on top of each other. There is no signature or any mark on them.
Soshyan took out the top book and turned to the first page.
“My child, don’t be too surprised when you see this line of writing.”
Although it said so, Soshyan was still stunned for a moment.
Then he quickly looked down.
“I have always had a strong premonition that one day, these research notes of mine will come into your hands. This is not a prophecy or witchcraft. This is just me, a person. Father's intuition."
While watching, Soshyan slowly sat back on the chair and placed the box on the table.
"It is also possible that the person who saw these was a stranger, or another family member. I hope you will keep them well, as long as they are still there, so my son, Soshyan Alexei , a great Septon Astartes, has the opportunity to see them, this is the most sincere request of a father."
Here is everything written on the first page.
Soshiyang had mixed feelings in his heart and didn't know what to say. He just gently twisted a corner and turned the page.
"I have been told for as long as I can remember that we are an ancient family with a special honor, dating back to the time when the Emperor still walked the earth..."
His father Each of the notes left behind was very thick, and it took Soshyan three hours to read through the contents of the first one word by word.
When he closed the notebook, he looked very worried.
According to published documents, the glorious Unification War ended Terra's age of conflict.
Since then, Terra has ushered in more than 150 years of peace, stability and recuperation, while the Emperor has led his great expedition away from home, heroically reintegrating the scattered human worlds across the star sea. Empire territory.
Historical documents say so, but the reality is far from so clean and tidy.
History only records the macro trends and overall stages, and imposes a lot of arbitrary and vague content on many Spring and Autumn brushworks that have accumulated a lot of sand.
In fact, the Age of Strife had a profound impact on mankind. Even at the end of the Great Crusade, the aftershocks were still echoing in the galaxy.
Even though the Emperor declared on Terra that the Imperium of Man was the legitimate continuation of past human civilizations, this could not stop various feudal worlds, religious groups, remote nations, and autocratic monarchs from stubbornly refusing to cooperate and trying to hold on to themselves behind high walls. A state of insignificant independence.
Many of them survived for decades even in the storms of the Great Crusade, relying on the Empire's peace negotiations and appeasement to resist or avoid all treaties, reconciliations and many other diplomacy intended to annex them. means.
Most stories show that the Emperor, or the Emperor's ministers and ministers, had extraordinary patience.
Even during the heyday of the Great Crusade, the Empire's top brass still spared no effort to use non-violent means to resolve conflicts. The Emperor even allowed some forces to remain semi-independent, waiting for them to accept the reality.
But another part of the story that is not often recorded also shows that the Emperor's patience is limited, and when his patience runs out, his mercy and tolerance will be gone.
According to Soshyan's father's research, their family's history may be much more than what is rumored - they may even be descendants of a force that was once hostile to the empire.
(End of this chapter)