Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Be careful with Perturabo, don't be fooled by his temporary actions and thoughts."

"Perturabo is a split-minded monster. You can never imagine what brand new things are being considered in his mind. Rudeness may be regarded as straightforward by him, and advice may be regarded as offensive. Maybe he will completely reverse the two views. In short, his thoughts are changing all the time and cannot be completely understood."

"He is a genius, the kind of genius who is not human."

"Don't limit your impression to the scene just now. I have heard with my own ears how he executed one-tenth of the soldiers on the first day of his return, and then turned to care about the well-being of every soldier on the second day. Therefore, , if he suddenly becomes indifferent to the evacuated people later, don’t be surprised, let alone try to confront him.”

"Remember, he is a calm monster, but his calmness will never be released at the right time. Just quietly complete the work he has delivered. Don't make excessive remarks and opinions. He may listen, and some He may take this as an offense or a slight and fall into a rage that he cannot control, which can be fatal."

"Finally, good luck to you."

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What Ahriman left behind was an invisible mass of words, which sneaked in where no one could find it and spoke clearly deep in Morgan's heart.

Morgan narrowed her eyes. She stood there, carefully pondering every word of the message left by the Thousand Sons. She listened slowly first, then recalled it again. Then, she took steps and came to Perturabo. In front of the giant instrument, there were some unimportant messages and data that Perturabo had not yet processed on the light blue electronic screen.

Morgan glanced at Perturabo's screen, and then she began to work. Her green fingers ran back and forth between the keyboard, buttons and data pad, making a crisp sound, and soon joined the Lord of Steel and the Tridents. In the digital symphony played.

Perturabo did not spare any energy to pay attention to this new mortal. After Magnus left, he immediately plunged into the sea of ​​work. The electronic screens and data pads that belonged to the original gene were not used at all. It was constantly updating, sending data about the entire world and the expedition fleet to him, and the Lord of Steel was handling these things almost on his own. His two tridents were more like apprentices doing odd jobs at this time. , was sent by him to sort out the things he had dealt with.

Perturabo stared at his screen. He had to read and process at least two digits of information every second, but despite this, the superhuman senses belonging to the Primarch were still faithfully telling him that his brother's The mortal advisor peered into his screen every five minutes.

But he didn't care about such trivial matters.

It wasn't until about twenty-five minutes later that the Lord of Steel spoke for the first time, and his tone roughly broke the originally harmonious ensemble in the chamber.

"I need the data on the migrants in the east resettlement area of ​​Kalena City from early morning to noon today, divided by gender and age, and send the data to me."

The unquestionable voice of the original body echoed in the secret chamber. Perturabo's order did not specify an executioner. This was his long-standing habit: the Lord of Steel never cared about how his subordinates divided labor and cooperated, he only wanted answers.

And until Perturabo's voice completely dissipated in the secret chamber, he still didn't get an answer. With this dead silence, the face of the Primarch became gloomier with every second that passed.

Morgan could clearly feel the sound of the two tridents tapping on the keyboard becoming more and more urgent, like a drowning person desperately searching for a piece of driftwood. This panic lasted for about a minute, until she could clearly hear the Primarch. When the breathing became heavier, the two tridents finally stopped shaking, and then turned around.

"Father...we only have information from ten o'clock this morning..."

Morgan could hear Perturabo's laughter, filled with suppressed laughter, which made the iron-made trident begin to tremble uncontrollably.

She calculated carefully, and when Perturabo's dangerous eyes began to wander around the heir, Morgan pressed the button next to her hand.

"Ding--"

The news of the arrival of new information interrupted Perturabo's low anger. He turned his head, clicked on the document, and found that it was exactly what he wanted.

The Primarch glanced at the source of the letter, and then turned his gaze to his side. He glanced at this mortal from the Thousand Sons Legion - she was calmly typing on the keyboard, as if she had just fulfilled a mission. A very ordinary thing.

"……continue working."

The sudden forgiveness made the two tridents look at each other in confusion, while their father was already immersed in the sea of ​​numbers again.

The ensemble sounded again.

But this harmony did not last long, because after a while, the Primarch spoke again.

"The latest data of the cross-orbital transport aircraft D-447! I want the latest data from half an hour ago. Why didn't it complete today's transportation share?"

Morgan could feel the steel giant beside her turning around again. Everything in the secret room, both living and inanimate, was trembling because of his breath. She could sense that the rhythm of the two tridents was once again confused.

This time, she deliberately waited for a while before selecting that one from the many materials that had been sorted out and sending it over.

She could feel Perturabo's eyes resting on her for a moment.

Over the next hour, this happened one after another. Perturabo's questions were as constant as the thunder on a rainy midsummer night. His needs were messy and strange, and the tridents occasionally responded, but more often than not. Just let their work rhythm be ruthlessly interrupted and disrupted.

Purple light flowed in Morgan's cyan pupils, expressing his disdain for this urging method.

Perturabo's questions seemed illogical, or he just respected some internal logic that only he knew. He didn't bother to tell why he needed them, he was just lashing the whip of language to let himself The heirs worked hard, as if this would produce the best lieutenants.

But this did not prevent Morgan from continuing her work. Her calculations and results easily surpassed those two poor tridents. By observing Perturabo's work every few minutes, she could even compare these two tridents. The things a steel lord needs are sorted in advance.

When the intermittent questioning continued, it seemed that the Primarch's question was no longer about his descendants. Instead, he was more looking forward to and curious about the answer of the mortal next to him.

Until a piece of data about the fleet's fuel supply was pulled out by Morgan from the vast archives, the Primarch clapped his hands. He called his two descendants and Morgan to his side, and looked at the three people carefully. lingering in front of me.

After a long time, he spoke to Morgan.

"Tell me why you can quickly find every piece of information I need."

[Because of the preparation and classification in advance, Your Excellency. 】

"How do you know what you need to prepare in advance?"

[Based on the actual situation, Your Excellency. 】

[I encountered an out-of-order incident in the resettlement area outside Kalena today. This incident will undoubtedly disrupt the process of evacuation and transportation of people, thereby affecting the efficiency of the cross-track transport aircraft, and then there is the loading space , travel time, rotation schedules and other issues you just mentioned, until finally, the transport ship needs more fuel because it stays in low-Earth orbit for a longer time. 】

[And all of this naturally needs to be classified and archived separately, so I prepared it in advance. 】

Perturabo was silent and nodded.

When his head turned back to his offspring, his voice had turned into a roar that could tear apart a giant beast.

"Now! Did you hear that?!"

"The actual situation! Prepare in advance! And have a mind that can connect events with logic!"

"As my descendants, can you two be no better than a mortal in these aspects?"

"Look what you are doing - a summary and sorting of all the data yesterday. Is this what we need now!"

The furious Primarch had completely forgotten who assigned this task to the two tridents, and he would never think about such a thing.

The two big men, who were lower than one person in the legion and more than ten thousand people, just lowered their heads and allowed their father to vent his anger. They knew that the reason for his father's anger was not the slowness and lack of data.

But that one - worse than even a mortal.

"Now, go out and get me first-hand intelligence and data. I don't want to see that the texts that are supposed to record this afternoon's transportation volume and emergencies will still be a fog."

"Also, tell Felix that if he can't fulfill his role as a trident and be my eyes and ears, then he will abandon his position and become a private soldier for me!"

The sudden and unreasonable anger of the Primarch eased slightly as the two warriors left in a hurry. He returned to his workbench. This time, his fingertips produced the heaviest syllables on the keyboard.

As usual, Morgan first observed his progress, and then started her own work. She was waiting for the sudden test of the Primarch, and she did not wait too long.

"Storage of food supplies in the warehouse south of Kalena City."

Soon, Perturabo's request came.

Morgan didn't even pause at all. While typing out her assignment, she picked up the document and sent it over.

A haze flashed in Perturabo's eyes.

Subsequently, the problems from the Primarch became increasingly complex and increased, from the most important itinerary and reserves, population inflow and airdrop arrangements, to the demolition of real estate and buildings. Then, the center of the problem gradually left the most important urban areas. and resettlement areas, extending to those places that can be said to be insignificant.

“Population Evacuation in the Chijin Mountains.”

"Ding--"

"Real estate transportation situation in Zalukin City."

"Ding--"

"The movement of the storm in the Orchis Mountains and its impact on the city of Kalena."

【……】

Morgan squinted her eyes and took a closer look at Dawn Star's map: the Orchis Mountains and Kalena City were separated by half a world.

She thought of something.

Through the corner of her eye, Morgan glanced at Perturabo's face, which looked gloomy and calm, so she slowly let her hands leave the keyboard.

[Sorry, Your Excellency, I did not notice the importance of this information and ranked it as the third priority. Now I have only completed 75%. If you need it, I can deal with it first. 】

As soon as Morgan finished speaking, the smile returned to Perturabo's face.

"No, there's no need to blame yourself."

"This is the violent season of the Dawn Star. According to past records, the storm in the Orchis region has a 3.5% probability of affecting the weather conditions in Kalena City. From a mortal perspective, it is naturally impossible to notice this kind of data. "

"You've done a great job, Morgan, now, keep working."

Successfully stumping the mortal in front of him seemed to make the Primarch's mood suddenly improve. He threw himself at his work again, and the sound of typing on the keyboard and data pad became brisk and bright.

Morgan lowered his head, covered his pupils, and looked like he was being taught.

[…Yes, Your Excellency. 】