Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

This is Captain Bradford of the Second Legion. I belong to the Second Detachment of the Legion's Sixth Fleet, fleet number [102].

I will keep daily work log records here to ensure that what happened during this period will be known to future generations.

According to the calculation of the last subspace drive timer on our ship that can barely run, the approximate time when I wrote this work log should be between the second half of 875. M30 and the first half of 876. M30, that is, the Great Expedition began in Thailand. Seventy-seven or seventy-eight years after Ra began.

Due to equipment failure, our department is unable to record accurate times and can only estimate based on everyone's memory. Therefore, in this log, all times will be based on the Terran standard day calculated by ourselves after we encountered the subspace storm. substitute.

As of the moment I actually write this diary, the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet has completely lost contact with the Legion and all Imperial institutions for more than 300 Terran Standard Days.

In these three hundred days, we have experienced most of the horrors and challenges we can encounter in the void: confrontations with aliens, wars with hunger, competitions with natural disasters, the weakness of mortals and the inefficiency of bureaucrats all the time. These challenges become more and more crazy, and we will disappear into this area that has never been explored by anyone at any time.

But, on the throne, most of us are still alive, and still have the strength and confidence to fight for the Empire.

We prevailed, we survived.

In the name of the Second Legion Astartes, in the name of the Emperor of Mankind, in the name of the Primarch whom we have never met but are destined to be great, I write this diary to record this victory full of suffering and perseverance.

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It all started with the subspace storm that occurred in the Damocles Sector.

At that time, the Sixth Fleet had just completed its visit to some worlds in Ultramar. We received a warm reception from the Ultramarines Legion. Although we were not able to go to Macragge to meet with the Thirteenth Primarch Guilliman, we were Kaos, Captain Orfeo received us and took us to visit some of the five hundred worlds. This inspection is of extremely important value to the Sixth Fleet.

After the inspection was completed, the main force of the Sixth Fleet, about three thousand warriors, was assembled in the forge world of Konor in Ultramar, and was ready to go to the Maelstrom area via the forge world of Ganz and the agricultural world of Tarantus. The forge world of Ryza: The fleet has reached an agreement with the Mechanical Bishop there. During this trip, we will receive a large amount of supplies, enough to maintain the operation of the entire fleet for five years.

But when passing through the agricultural world of Masari, we received a request for help: it was a request for help from an imperial colonial fleet. They were attacked by alien warships near the Damocles sector.

After a brief exchange, the fleet decided to temporarily turn around to assist the people of the empire.

But just when they arrived in the Damocles sector, all three branches of the Sixth Fleet were attacked by a subspace storm without any warning.

At that time, the second branch of the Sixth Fleet, the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet, where our ship was located, was the only fleet that had not passed Mandeville Point and was stranded in the subspace. Therefore, when the storm ended , we completely lost all contact with the first and third branch fleets, that is, the 101st and 103rd expeditionary fleets.

We are lost in the warp.

But fortunately, all the ships of the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet can still maintain communication with each other, and the 1,032 Astartes warriors have not had any non-combat attrition. With the joint efforts of the experimental think tank, the accompanying mechanical priests and the interstellar navigators, Next, the 102nd Fleet successfully jumped to the real universe on the thirteenth Terra Standard Day after the Trek.

On the throne, although we suffered some damage early during the jump, we still have more than a thousand Astartes warriors.

But the only problem is that the subspace engines of almost all warships have been damaged and destroyed to a certain extent in this sudden storm. It has become unsafe to conduct long-distance subspace navigation again, and some ships have been severely damaged. On the ships, the regeneration equipment responsible for supplying survival supplies for the mortal crews was also damaged to varying degrees, reducing the entire fleet's material reserves to a very dangerous limit.

Fortunately, after implementing a strict and reasonable rationing system, we were able to sustain ourselves for a while.

According to the inferences of the navigator and astropath on the battleship, the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet was most likely swept away by the subspace storm. It traveled across the entire Damocles sector and arrived at the Far East, which the Empire of Man had never explored before. In one of the most remote corners of the star field, none of the star maps in the fleet have marked the galaxies and worlds beneath our feet, and the subspace storm behind us has made return a fantasy.

After discussing with the astropaths, navigators, mechanical priests and mortal captains, the supreme commander of the 102nd Fleet, Captain Brewster, issued the order: continue to move forward, find habitable worlds where supplies can be carried out, and return to the Human Empire method.

To be honest, when this order was issued, all the soldiers, including me, felt an excitement similar to joy: exploring the unknown, just thinking of such words is enough to make us feel joy and happiness. .

And I also know that soldiers like us who belong to the Sixth Fleet are the ones with the lowest desire to explore in the entire legion. If it were the guys in the Second Fleet, they might have cheered loudly by now.

But in any case, after the fifteenth Terra Standard Day when the 102nd Expedition Fleet encountered the subspace storm, we officially began our exploration of the vast land on the east side of the Damocles Sector.

This exploration lasted about fifty Terran standard days. The entire 102nd Expedition Fleet continued to make very short-distance jump movements in the subspace. This method of movement was ridiculously inefficient, except for us. These unlucky guys, I'm afraid there are no fools who can carry out this kind of subspace navigation.

But despite this, we have still explored a considerable number of galaxies and even found some habitable worlds. Although most of them have poor resources and cannot supply the material needs of the entire fleet, we have still obtained a large number of them through hunting and other methods. reserves, and recorded the locations of these worlds.

When we passed the galaxy numbered [102-4], we even discovered an uninhabitable world filled with extremely rich mineral resources. That world was almost entirely made of various rare minerals. Some The mechanical priests accompanying the army wanted to stay there at all costs. We had to knock them unconscious before taking them away, and ensured that they had the first mining rights in the world.

This exploration continued until the fifty-fifth day. When we once again arrived at an unknown galaxy through a short-distance jump, we encountered a battle.

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Everyone should still remember: the reason why we ended up here was because we were trying to support a colonial fleet that was attacked by an alien army, so we encountered the subspace storm halfway.

But what we didn't expect was that the colonial fleet that asked for help actually encountered the subspace storm and was also swept into the wasteland in the eastern part of the Damocles sector. And the alien fleet that attacked them actually Also followed.

When the 102nd Fleet jumped to this unknown galaxy, we immediately discovered the colonial fleet that was forced to a dead end by the alien army. Captain Brewster quickly recognized the aliens.

They were called [Kroots], aliens with obvious bird characteristics. They were riding a [War Ball Ship] unique to their race. The ship was like a split rugby ball, with a diameter of It is a huge blasphemous engine of about eight kilometers, loaded with countless Kroot aliens, slaughtering the empire's colonial ships one after another, from the star area in the center of the galaxy to the place where the battle is taking place, all the way across the empire The remains of the ship.

The size of the Imperial colonial fleet is astonishing, but they lack sufficient cover from battleships: less firepower than a battleship will not be fatal to the vicious war engines of the Kroot, and this colonial fleet Although the fleet has a large number of cruisers and destroyers to protect it, it has never been able to break through the abnormally thick multiple void shield arrays of the alien warships. However, the more than ten alien macrocannons and countless assault boats on the war ball ship can cause Extremely horrific damage.

Obviously, it is very difficult for these bloodthirsty alien beasts to block the Imperial fleet with their silent, bloated and blasphemous creations. These ugly creatures that feed on other races are never willing to give up this A chance to feed yourself.

Therefore, when they saw the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet: a fleet led by a large cruiser, they had no intention of withdrawing from the battle.

The number of the alien army is very large: according to conservative estimates, it exceeds two hundred thousand.

But despite this, as the Emperor's Angels of Death, we have no second choice.

After the most concise exchanges and meetings, we finalized the battle plan: Since the colonial fleet could no longer provide more help, and the numerical gap between the 102nd Fleet and the Kroot aliens was too large, Captain Brewster finally decided to proceed A gang-hopping battle to destroy the alien is the war ball ship itself.

After the communication, the military commander of the colonial fleet did not hesitate to gather the last strength in his hands. A large number of cruisers, destroyers and armed merchant ships launched a desperate charge towards the alien's huge war engine. Most of the mortal warriors along with their battleships They died in this cover operation, but their sacrifices are of infinite value.

Under the cover of this charge, the flagship of the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet [Explorer] rushed to the side of the alien war engine. With the help of those one-time strange props presented by the Second Fleet, we successfully made Crewe The stacked multiple void shield arrays of the special people were temporarily disabled. Captain Brewster led five hundred of the best soldiers to conduct a gang-hopping operation towards the core area of ​​​​the alien mothership, and I was ordered to lead the fleet in Conduct containment and fire cover from the outside.

The battle was not an easy one, and for the next sixteen or so Terran Standard Hours, Captain Brewster's team made a lengthy expedition aboard the warship: this blasphemous war engine was more than just a Kroot warship , is their void home, with an entire clan and 300,000 aliens stationed on it.

In the void, the most painful war is still continuing: the alien mothership's dozen huge macro cannons are ravaging all the warships, but all the methods of the imperial fleet are unable to cause fatal damage to it.

It was not until the 16th Terra Standard after the gang-hopping operation began that Captain Brewster told me a very strange statement during the phone call: The company commander firmly believed that a magical voice appeared in his mind, that The voice sounded like a woman he had never seen before, but he couldn't help but want to follow the instructions and orders of that voice.

The voice told him a direction, a direction that would lead to the engine center of the alien mothership, and if he could destroy the multiple equatorial melta drives placed there by the aliens, he could win the battle.

I actually don’t believe this strange thing, but Captain Brewster’s attitude is extremely resolute, and the direction of the war is indeed extremely bad: if we don’t seize this meager hope, what will greet us will only be the order to destroy the entire army. .

So, I obeyed.

Captain Brewster led the last one hundred gang-hopping warriors and launched the final charge in the direction pointed by the voice. About two Terra standard hours later, he used his last breath to point out the direction to me.

We once again used the device donated by the Second Fleet. Taking advantage of the short gap when the alien mothership lost the protection of the void shield, all the Imperial warships that could still fire poured in towards the direction where five hundred Astartes warriors had been sacrificed. He used his last firepower and ammunition.

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It worked.

The alien mothership was like a blown, bloody heart of a beast, torn apart in an instant. In just a few blinks, the explosion and flames completely killed this blasphemous space den. It also became an immortal monument to Captain Brewster, the five hundred battle brothers of the Second Legion, and countless mortal warriors.

The scattered Kroot aliens screamed in unbearable pain. They frantically tried to rush back to their mothership, or simply launched a suicidal attack on the nearest Imperial warship: but this For once, they were the disadvantaged party.

It took us more than a dozen Terra Standard Hours to kill the last Kroot aliens in each ship. During this period, I also sent people to board the scattered ruins of the alien motherships, trying to save as many as possible. Collect the remains of the battle brothers, as well as some materials and supplies that can be used by us.

We have found no relics of Captain Brewster, may he enjoy eternal peace.

However, we collected a lot of blood-stained human food, obviously the trophies of the Kroot aliens.

On a ruins, we found a very long and ancient mural: According to the description of this mural, this Kroot tribe has a power of at least forty thousand years: maybe even longer, it is the entire Kroot tribe. The only recorder of many important events in the Root race, and in the explosion just now, we killed the vast majority of the more than 300,000 lives of this race, and those who were left were also being destroyed by us and The mortals were slaughtered one by one.

But this is meaningless. I don't care how long these aliens have inherited culture: in any case, today, we personally cut off these inheritances. Every member of this group was slaughtered by angry mortals. In the end, there was no one left. The rest are all floating in this nameless void tomb.

Forty thousand years, or more, is nothing more than that in this universe.

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After cleaning the battlefield, we had a negotiation with this colonial fleet: This fleet is very large. It is a mixture of several small and medium-sized colonial fleets from different sectors. Its original purpose is to reach the A series of colonization activities were carried out on the western side of the Morcris sector.

After experiencing a series of changes and wars, the fleet is still carrying tens of millions of passengers, and because the fleet commander, deputy commander and most of the senior officers of this fleet are already fighting against the Kroot One after another, they died one after another, and their management fell into chaos for a while.

It took us several Terran Standard Days to suppress all the chaos and riots, and once again set up a management system: Thanks to the Ultramarines, we really learned a lot of useful things in the Five Hundred Worlds.

After hopelessly crossing the Damocles Sector, they finally decided to join us in exploring eastward in search of new habitable worlds.

Everything went well, but the only problem is: they lost too much supplies in the battle with the aliens, and the supplies carried by the 102nd Fleet were just a drop in the bucket for tens of millions of colonists. We can only Temporarily extend the rationing system to the entire fleet.

Finally, after encountering that subspace storm, on about the sixtieth Terran Standard Day, we set out again. Since the fleet size had expanded several times, and the subspace was once again in turmoil, As a result, the 102nd Fleet made very slow progress.

In the next forty or so Terran Standard days, we only found three barren worlds that were barely livable, and the food on them was only a drop in the bucket. On the hundredth Terran Standard day after the storm, The rationing system was once again upgraded, causing riots on many ships, and some serious corruption issues began to surface.

On the 120th Terran Standard Day, there were still not enough food sources.

On the 147th Terran Standard Day, an extremely serious riot occurred on the transport ship Hyacinth, which completely damaged the ship. The management on the ship was massacred before we could provide support. , we can only destroy this dangerous ship controlled by the rebels as a deterrent.

After this incident, we learned this lesson and distributed all combat brothers at several important hubs of the fleet to ensure support and communication at necessary times.

On the 162nd Terra Standard Day, [Terror] and [Ghost] fell together due to aging equipment while replenishing materials in a desolate world. It was also on this day that the number of people dying from starvation every day reached 7,000. people.

On the 189th Terra Standard Day, due to the obstruction of the subspace storm, the entire fleet was trapped in an absolutely desolate galaxy. The material distribution system was changed again. Only front-line workers were able to get enough supplies. Our first attempt Directly supervise and manage the material distribution process.

On the 192nd Terran Standard Day, hunger reached a peak. More than 20,000 people starved to death on this day. Large-scale dissatisfaction spread on many ships. We publicly executed a group of people who had died in the past three Terran Standards. We found the corrupt people in Japan and China and opened up part of the rations, and the effect was very obvious.

The next day, the subspace storm finally subsided, and the fleet was able to jump and move through subspace again.

On the 212th Terra Standard Day, when we were passing through a giant gaseous world, we discovered that there were some kind of aliens in this world that were unable to navigate in the void. Their appearance was very similar to [Wasps], and they had a body in the atmosphere. , a unified military state and unable to conduct any communication.

After an internal meeting, I led four hundred soldiers to conduct a landing operation with hundreds of thousands of mortal volunteers, obtained a large amount of supplies, and inflicted great damage on these aliens: their food and themselves The same, dry and difficult to swallow, and some parts are toxic, but the arrival of this batch of supplies still has an extremely obvious soothing effect on the hearts of the people of each ship.

On the 223rd Terra Standard Day, during a subspace jump, the large armed colony ship [Qiu Ju] in the fleet failed to keep up with the large force due to a sudden engine failure, and disappeared into the subspace. There are also twenty-five battle brothers on that ship.

On the 225th Terra Standard Day, supplies have once again become scarce, and the harsh distribution system has led to more and more dissatisfaction, but in the past period of time, we have selected from various fleets loyal enough to The warriors of the Empire, all mortal weapons are concentrated in their hands, and they are guided and supervised by their battle brothers.

On the 230th Terra Standard Day, a riot broke out on an armed transport ship [Yulten] from the Storm Star Territory. Captain Eugen quickly suppressed it, showing extremely excellent ability and loyalty. After discussion, , we decided to promote Eugen to mortal management.

On the 242nd Terra Standard Day, more than 70% of the immigrant ships were involved in riots and protests.

On the 245th Terra Standard Day, except for the ships directly controlled by the battle brothers, order on all immigrant ships was on the verge of collapse.

On the 247th Terran Standard Day, supplies had been completely exhausted, and most of the circulation devices had been scrapped to the point where the Mechanicus Priest said it was impossible to repair them.

The 248th Terran Standard Day…

Chapter 249…

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The 252nd Terran Standard Day.

land!

world!

A livable world!

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The throne is up there.

On the 252nd Terra Standard Day of this long march, we finally found a planet large enough to be habitable.

This is really a blessing among misfortunes: due to the damage caused in the battle of Klute, the distance we advanced in the next two hundred days could not even catch up with the more than fifty days of exploration before the war. But fortunately, we finally found a piece of land. .

This is a livable world, a huge and vast livable world. In the void, you can clearly see the flowing water resources and large tracts of vegetation on it: what they symbolize is exactly what we need most now.

According to the observations and inferences of the mechanical priests accompanying the army, this world should have low gravity, large grasslands and desert areas, and its natural environment is sufficient to support the emergence and reproduction of large creatures and large-scale biological communities.

Without any hesitation, an advance team of mortal militiamen landed and explored the world: thanks to this timely discovery, the dissatisfaction in the fleet has turned into a complete carnival, and we even observed some ships Spontaneous worship of the emperor appeared in the world.

About two Terran Standard Hours later, the advance team sent back a message: This world is indeed suitable for colonization and habitation. Although it is generally hot and desolate, there are a considerable number of wild animals.

After another Terran standard, the first batch of immigrants began to prepare for landing.

That night, fifty simple but strong strongholds were established in the river valleys and hillsides. I ordered all the immigration teams to stay relatively close to each other to ensure that they could support each other in the event of danger.

And almost at the same time that I issued this order, the first casualty appeared.

When the mortal militia team was sent to explore and conduct reconnaissance in the mountains, they unexpectedly encountered a group of native creatures that were also hunting: perhaps they were disturbed by the sound of gunfire, or perhaps they were aliens. The bastards were naturally hostile, and the militiamen walking at the front were attacked by them. His head without adequate protection was accurately hit by a stone. He was dead before he was sent to the rear stronghold.

Half an hour later, the battle brothers stationed at the stronghold led five hundred heavily armed militiamen to find the creature's lair. They killed more than a hundred such creatures and transported them all back to the stronghold.

On the 253rd Terra Standard Day, when I just set foot on the surface of this [Dawn Star], I saw the corpse of this unique native creature.

Their appearance, body shape, and external body organs have many unsettling similarities with humans. Their skin is blue, they have mature fingers that look clearly divided, and feet similar to ungulates. However, They have no nose, just a strange vertical hole.

Their bodies are very thin, perhaps due to the low gravity of this world. After the mechanical priests accompanying the army inspected the bodies and habitats of such creatures, most of them said with disdain that these were just a group of people who did not even know how to Beasts that make fire. Only a few Reza scholars who have studied biology have some interest in these native species. According to their observations and inferences, these creatures have a rare possibility of developing civilization in the next ten thousand years. .

But this does not prevent them from being backward and barbaric now: they cannot use fire or the roughest polishing, and most of them have not even completed walking upright. By human standards, they are probably in the [ A stage where there are more apes than humans.

But what’s interesting is that this species occupies an extremely dominant position in the world. We can’t even find their natural enemies or other large carnivores, but there are an astonishing number of these native human-like creatures.

Of course, I don't care about any of this. What I focus on right now is resting and reorganizing the fleet, and then finding a way to return to the empire.

At this time, Major General Eugen, as a representative of the mortal militia, met with me together with the mortal leaders we personally promoted and made a suggestion to me.

Given that there is not much food left in the fleet, and the expansion of territories and colonization activities require a lot of food and nutrients, these mortal leaders believe that these blue-skinned creatures can be hunted and exterminated in an organized manner.

Anyway, this place is already the territory of the empire, and there is no need for these aliens to exist.

Of course, even if they don't say it, my battle brothers have already told me that just last night, smoke rose from every stronghold. Perhaps hundreds of blue-skinned creatures like this have entered the lives of mortals. Belly, and for the huge number of their species, this is not even a drop in the bucket.

In a short period of time, these blue-skinned humanoids can indeed greatly relieve the fleet's food pressure: So what is there to hesitate about?

As I nodded, the mortals showed reassuring smiles. As a means of showing intimacy, I took over the tender meat of the blue-skinned creature that was roasted to a crisp.

Um……

Titanium is delicious.