Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Pedrónila Viva was sitting in the lounge, which was decorated with red as the main color, soft and hard sofas, and velvet tapestries hanging from high places. There were a large number of decent cabinets and furniture placed under the dome. , there is also a huge floor-to-ceiling window on one side, where you can look at the stars.

There is even a decanter, connected by a hose, with a 10-liter wooden barrel at the other end containing delicious wine, and delicious snacks on a small table next to it, served on a silver tray , looks very good.

But none of this can change Petronila's depressed mood. As her preacher, her life has not been very good recently. In fact, all preachers are the same. They have been indifferent since they came here and came to the expedition team. Everyone on the other side regarded them as nothing, and even those who could barely talk to them were extremely indifferent.

This is true for mortal soldiers, and even more so for those extraordinary Astartes. Ever since Pedronilla was selected to join the team of preachers, she has been looking forward to meeting the Angels of Death and learned many wonderful stories from them. story.

But like most preachers, Pedronilla was in trouble because they came at the wrong time. Shortly before their arrival, envoys from the Logistics Office and the Terran War Council arrived at the expedition. team, bringing orders claiming to be delivered by Guilliman himself.

Yes, an order, not a request, Guilliman ordered the Logistics Office to take over all logistics of the expedition, conquered planets, and previously cooperated forge worlds, they verbally claimed that this was to better assist the expedition, Assisting the marshal, but in fact this is not the case at all.

The new department established by Guilliman began to hinder the expedition in all aspects, interfering with the expeditionary force's decisions, conveying orders and requests instead of humble requests, and the entire expeditionary force was called back and forth.

This made many people very dissatisfied, especially the Space Marines. Originally, as subordinates of Supreme Marshal Vito Constantine, they enjoyed completely independent action, combat and decision-making powers, and could directly obtain resources from Mars and other castings. The world's supply support, but now everything has changed.

The Marshal's expeditionary force suddenly fell from the supreme position to the same position as the other fleets of the Indomitable Expedition. They need to wait for distribution and "wait for" the "order" of the Terran War Council.

The dignified High Marshal's Expeditionary Council suddenly became a subordinate department of the Terran War Council, and they also became Guilliman's vassals. Although this is not surprising, and no one expressed any objections in public, but Opposition within the expeditionary force naturally spread like wildfire.

From among the Astartes, it quickly spread to mortals, and the preachers became targets. As people sent by Guilliman and the War Council, they immediately became ostracized outsiders. Requests to follow the fleet into the war, to witness the battles and record them, were all turned down.

Four of the five Astartes Chapters under the Expeditionary Force explicitly rejected them. Lancelot refused to allow the preacher to board any of his warships. Loken refused very politely. Eisenstein said: Being busy with military affairs, he simply refused to meet with the preachers, and all the applications he submitted to join the army came to nothing.

The most direct among them is Ragnar. The Lord of the Wild Wolf publicly stated, well, I think it is more appropriate to quote his original words. This is what he said.

"It's better to give those guys guns, so that they can at least help us a little bit besides reciting poems and troublesome us."

His words reflected the opinion of the majority of the people in the expeditionary force. The preachers were outsiders here, neither valued nor accepted. This feeling of hostility could only be confirmed when the tax collectors sent by the Administration arrived. transfer.

Therefore, like most preachers, Pedroneira can only stay on the core flagship of the fleet, stay on the Emperor's Dream, or go to the only chapter fleet willing to accept them. The truth warriors reluctantly He accepted the existence of the Proclaimer, but this was more because, as a descendant of Guilliman, Bell was only fulfilling the orders of his original body, and he definitely did not like them.

So most of the time, Pedroneela didn't have the chance to go to the fleet of the Warriors of Truth. Even if their ship was right outside the window, hovering in the starry sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and seemed very close, she still couldn't get through. All the people who boarded the ship Requests were ignored.

So Petronilla Viva could only do nothing like most preachers, wandering around the battleship all day long, looking for anything worth writing and recording, but this was often meaningless.

Petronila tore off the paper from the notebook in her hand, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it directly to the garbage basket in the distance, which was already full of garbage.

At the same time that the paper ball fell into the frame, the automatic door on one side opened, and a man wearing loose breeches and a dressy coat walked in from the outside. The buttons on his chest coat were all buttoned up. There is a small hummingbird pin on the collar, which is the symbol of the Drewes family.

"What's wrong? Pedronilla, everyone is eating in the canteen below, but you stay here alone?" Drois said and walked in. He walked past the exquisite low cabinet on one side and removed the decanter for himself. Pour a glass of wine.

He was also carrying a bag in his hand, which contained some packaged food. Only then did Pedronilla realize that it was already noon, and most of the preachers were having lunch below in the canteen specially prepared for them.

"Then why are you here? Drewa." Pedronilla didn't even look at him, and continued to write and draw in her hands, but she had no clue at all, and the notebook was a mess.

"Ha, what do you think? I don't want to have lunch among a bunch of arrogant people and bragging guys. There's not much interest there, so I came here, but it looks like I'm in a bad mood, right?"

"What do you think? Drew, we have been locked up here, far away from any tragic battlefield, no, anything, for a month, a full month!"

Petronila complained loudly, and Drewa walked into the lounge with a camera hanging on his chest. He sat on the sofa opposite Petronila and began to play with his exquisite camera. It was custom-made by the famous master of the Mechanicus, and Petronilla heard that it was quite expensive.

Only guys like Drewa who came from a noble family could afford it. In fact, there were many of the preachers like him who were nobles of the empire. Only they had the leisure to leave their homes thousands of miles away and come to the expedition. Jun is looking for excitement to make his boring life interesting.

Petronilla was also one of them, but until now, their current position was still far away from the excitement they were looking for, or even a little further away.

"I submitted more than a dozen applications to join the army, but there was no response to all of them. We are locked up here! Drewa is on this ship and will always be locked up!" Petronilla said angrily. Drewa, who was opposite, raised his head and looked at her, with a faint smile on his lips.

"There's nothing wrong with that. I've taken a lot of good photos recently. There are a lot of beautiful places worth taking pictures, like here now."

He looked at Pedroneira's figure, which was like a marble statue made by a master. Her short light gray hair hung down by her ears. It was not too long, just like most female officers in the imperial army. The clothes are similar.

Pedrone was wearing a small crimson coat that only covered her navel. It looked like something worn by a motorcyclist. It was paired with a pair of roomy woolen breeches and exposed waist. The corset made Pedroneela look heroic, or even more appealing to Drois.

"What a beautiful scene this is, I can create a masterpiece for you." "Come on, Drew, I'm not in the mood for your trashy flirting right now."

Pedronela, who had long been used to his constant attentiveness, flirting, and invitations to sleep with him since she met Drew, had no interest in him, not at all.

"You are not my type, Drew, so save it." Petronilla said ruthlessly, but Drew seemed not to hear. He carefully removed the lens from the camera, and then He handed it to a servitor waiting in the corner behind him.

"Take it for repair. It needs to replace the focus ring. It's a 2.65-inch one. Don't make a mistake." "Yes, sir." The servitor stepped forward and gently held it with his hand covered with a metal finger frame. He looked pretty good for a servitor, at least he didn't have any exposed pipes or an annoying smell.

On the contrary, he was wearing a red robe, which was fairly well-built. This was a servitor. He could usually be seen in noble mansions that valued privacy and confidentiality. After all, ordinary servants may leak secrets and betrayal, but servitors , Absolutely not, so these nobles who hold a lot of secrets are keen on these service servitors.

The Adeptus Mechanicus also rarely considered comfort. They made a lot of modifications to this kind of servitor. The mechanical parts of the body that would make people uncomfortable were covered under the robes, and the arms and body did not look so slim. It is dry and pale, and its face is more like a human face. In other words, it looks more like a human being. You would not recognize him as a servitor at first glance. He looks like a slightly dull servant.

But this is not absolute. You can still get a glimpse of his true identity from his clumsy reactions and synthesized voices. The flash of light on his mechanical eyeballs cannot be hidden. This seems to be deliberate. The Cult of the Mechanicus uses this to Prevent servitors from being used as assassins and spies used by Chaos traitors to silently infiltrate the Imperial nobility.

The servitor took away the camera, and Drew took out a loaf of bread from his pocket, put the jam on the table, and took a sip of the wine he had just poured. His expression was subtle, as he savored the wine in his mouth. After drinking the wine, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Each of us has our own wine tasting habits, but sometimes, you just have never drank some wine. You don't know whether it is delicious and whether it matches your taste. You will only know after drinking it."

"But some wines, such as poisonous wine, are known to smell bad when you smell them." Pedrunilla mercilessly rejected Drois's flirtation again. She had long been used to it and didn't even want to look at him. One glance.

She once again tore off the pages of the notebook in her hand, crushed it and threw it into the trash can. She threw it up high, as if she was having fun, and the ball of paper flew through the air with precision. It fell into the paper frame.

Drewa glanced at the fallen paper ball, then turned to look at her, "Then what kind of wine do you like? In other words, what kind of man? What kind of person would make the aloof Petronilla Interested?"

There was still a hint of provocation in his tone, but this time there was no bitter sarcasm in Pedrone. He was writing and murmuring, "Marshal Vito Constantine, I have heard of him, his story." It’s interesting, I’ve always wanted to meet him, after all we’re on his ship, aren’t we?”

"I didn't expect that the lover of your dreams would be so noble." "What kind of woman in the empire would not regard the marshal as the lover of her dreams? Listen to his story, a mysterious, ancient, and powerful man. Just like the original, even more fascinating. "Just like you? Pedra Nila Viva, a mysterious and cold lady?"

Pedronela was writing in her notebook, but except for some trivial things, there was nothing to write down in her memory spiral. She wrote and wrote, not including the rubbish that Drewa had just said. I wrote it consciously.

She looked at the line and sighed angrily, tore it off, crumpled it into a ball and threw it out. Then she leaned on the sofa and snapped her fingers at the service server beside her, "Servant, I eat here. Get me something to eat and drink for lunch. "Yes, ma'am."

Drew looked at the servitor walking by and smiled. He leaned on the sofa and put one hand on the top of the backrest. "Are you really so interested in the marshal? Are you anxious to see him?"

"As you heard, Drew, but I guess you don't have the ability to make an introduction for me, do you? So shut your mouth and don't try to get any attention from me, it's all in vain."

Drew smiled again, he leaned on the back of the sofa and shrugged slightly, "I can't introduce the marshal, but I can introduce Mr. Olga to you."

"Olga? What's the use of him? He's just a boring and uninteresting old man. I passed by the restaurant before and saw him bragging inside, so I came here. Stay away from him."

Pedronilla commented so harshly, but her words were not wrong. Mr. Olga was the leader of the preachers. At least in theory, he was once an Anglican missionary. He was passionate and capable. Known for his eloquence, he has preached to many planets that did not believe in the Emperor and converted them to the state religion.

Some people commented on him that the Space Marines used bolt guns as weapons, and he used the Holy Book as a weapon to shoot him at the Chaos Daemon. Even the evil gods would loudly praise the greatness of the Empire and the Emperor, and obey the Holy Spirit wholeheartedly. The content in the speeches is respected.

It is said that Guilliman admires him very much, although he does not agree with his religious beliefs. In fact, there have been rumors about Guilliman opposing the Imperial Church and quarreling with the bishop, but these are strictly regarded as Chaos Schism tricks. It is forbidden, even among preachers who have always advocated speaking freely and the speaker being innocent.

But regardless of whether she had any disputes with the Ecclesiarchy, Olga was indeed trusted and appreciated by Guilliman, so he appointed him as the leader of the preachers and held this important position.

But the preacher organization is not an army after all, and it has no sense of hierarchy or discipline. Therefore, his title of leader of preachers, more often than not, can only be exchanged for a salary increase and a new compliment from everyone, who does not take him seriously. .

After all, Olga, like most of the Anglican missionaries, was enthusiastic but stupid. In Pedronilla's view, they were like a group of fanatical fools, always chattering about their sacred books and asking for Everyone heard it, so she turned around and left as soon as she heard his voice while passing by the restaurant.

"Olga is now in the dining room, once again preaching about the greatness of the Emperor, right? Is this the first time he has recited the entire Book of Psalms?"

"Don't be so sarcastic, Pedronilla, old Olga still has uses." "For example?" "For example, I suggest you go to the restaurant now, because Olga will go to the throne room after lunch to be summoned by the Marshal. , maybe you can squeeze in if you want? So you can meet the girl of your dreams.”

When Petronilla heard this, she jumped up from the sofa. She stood there and stared at Drew with her green eyes wide open. That was the longest time she had ever looked at herself.

"Really?" "Really, I promise." "Damn, I hope he hasn't left yet."

Petronilla said as she immediately grabbed the bag at hand and prepared to leave. She walked over from behind the sofa. Drewa leaned on it and raised his head to glance in her direction, "But the delegation was already full, so I didn't Your place is up."

She paused, just as Drois had hoped, who smiled and leaned back on the sofa, raising a hand as if looking at his nails, "But I know one of these friends, Innira, I think I can convince her to give up work and go on a little date with me in the afternoon.”

Pedrone stopped at the door and looked back at Drewa. After a moment of silence, she sighed, "What are your conditions? You won't help me in vain, right?"

"There is indeed a condition, but it is easy to achieve, and you will not lose anything." "I will know if there is any loss until you tell me." Drewa smiled silently, and he leaned on the sofa and shrugged, " I made an appointment at the officers' mess tonight and prepared a table of delicious food and candlelight dinner. I haven't found a female companion yet. Maybe you will be interested?"

"Officers' Mess? How did you get a seat there?" Pedronela looked a little surprised, but Drewa still smiled. He leaned on the sofa and took a sip of wine, "I have my own way. , I can do many things, and the corresponding remuneration conditions are not high.”

"Yes, including sleeping with you." Petronilla muttered. She didn't know if Druwa behind her heard it, but the latter shrugged briskly, "So, what's your answer? Accept it?"

Petronilla sighed, she put the bag over her shoulder, and stuffed a pornographic book sticking out of the bag into it. Druwa noticed the book. It was not a book of the state religion, nor was it any document he knew. He seemed to see a circle on it and a name on the book cover.

The fifth evil god or what?

But before Druwa could see clearly, the book was stuffed into the bag by Petronilla and covered with canvas. She turned around and pressed the button beside the door, and the door opened. She stood at the door and tilted her head slightly towards him, "Okay, contact your "date number one", I will come in the evening." "Do you have suitable clothes? You can't wear this to the officers' restaurant, right? If you don't have one, I can lend you one." "No, thank you, no need." Petronilla walked out after saying that, and the door behind him immediately fell. The hatch closed, leaving only Druwa and the service servitor behind him. He brought over the lunch that was originally Petronilla's. Druwa looked at the food on the tray and smiled softly. Now he knew that Petronilla was of noble birth, "Put it here, she will come to have another meal with me in the evening."