Warhammer Inquisitor

The warships of the Imperial Navy are very big, very big, every warship is almost a miniature world, you can find everything you need here, shops, hospitals, schools, churches, entertainment venues, even black markets, literally A city in flight.

No one can prove that they know every part of this giant ship. As long as there is no map, anyone who enters the extremely complicated corridors and cabins of the battleship may be lost for days, or even weeks, until you hit your luck Until you meet the nearest Imperial crew.

Vito doesn't understand every part of this giant ship, and he doesn't know if Cole can, but everyone on this ship has their own most familiar place, for Vito, and the Astartes of the Deathwatch team As far as the fighters are concerned, that must be here.

The huge apron spans both sides. Many fighter planes, transport vehicles, and various spare parts are parked in the wide space. Fortunately, they did not pile up ammunition and fuel here, otherwise someone will definitely suffer. Whip it.

Vito leaned on the uppermost step platform of the tarmac, overlooking the busy servants, ground crew and priests of Mechanicus, they were all serving a Mechanic, especially those big ones.

Thunderhawk gunships, Star Shark fighter jets, and ground landing craft are all docked quietly. These powerful weapons of the empire are quietly waiting, waiting to be awakened by the flames of war next time.

"Everything is in order here, Inquisitor." Lancelot said, standing behind Vito with his sword pressed down, the dark angel's iconic winged helmet under his armpit.

"It's just that our jumping torpedoes may... need to be added." "Indeed, we shot them all at once as bait, which made Cole half dead. He kept calling me a prodigal that night."

Vito shrugged helplessly, "I'll go to the next star port and get a batch for him." After Vito said, Lancelot also smiled, and he pointed to a place below with his armor finger. It was a Thunderhawk, "Then we have to tell the person in charge, you know, those electronic neuropathy."

Vito smiled silently, and then waved his hand slightly to signal Lancelot to follow him. Generally speaking, Astartes hate being commanded by mortals, and it is usually the other way around, but it is different here, Lancelot Immediately followed, without the slightest hesitation, sloppy or complaining.

The tall giant was carrying a power sword, and followed Vito with heavy steps. Everywhere he went, the airport staff bowed to them, and Vito nodded to everyone with a smile. He was kind and not like a judge. Judge, well, he is indeed not the kind of judge in the minds of the people of the empire.

No, I'm not saying that there are no inquisitors who like to shoot people like crazy, but to be honest, even in the Inquisition Chamber, it is a rare animal, why? Because this kind of people generally don't live long, for various reasons, you know, they're not particularly likable.

The two of them walked across the vast tarmac, passing between the machines blessed by the Mechanicus, and the electric sparks of welding and repairing gaps fell from the top of their heads, like a strange snowstorm.

Blue, with a shark head depicted on the nose of the machine. Beside the Thunderhawk, the Mechanician priest who was busy using his auxiliary mechanical arms turned his head. He looked at them with the mechanical eyes under his scarlet robe. Eyes with different functions rotate like emeralds.

"Hello, octopus." Vito chuckled, the mechanical priest turned around, retracted countless mechanical arms to his side, and responded with that ecstatic electronic sound.

"Please call me Omega, judge, I am a sage of the Mechanicum, not a flesh and blood creature like an octopus," the priest said.

Lancelot smiled, "Then you should ask the old wolf Olaf, he will tell you for a long time about those giant squids that are tens of meters long on their cold ball."

"That's obviously not me, Lancelot, now, tell me why you bother my work." The mechanical priest said, turned around and continued to work, electric sparks and scanning light continued to burst out around him.

Vito and Lancelot looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Vito walked to Thunderhawk and looked up at the big blue bird.

"How is she?"

"I've already repaired the damaged parts, but the machine spirit is still restless. Next time, please don't rush directly towards the orc fleet, Judge, this is a gunship, not a cruiser." "I'll do my best."

Vito laughed jokingly, and then saw the things on the tool table beside him. They were big, rough and ugly things. Vito walked over and picked up a huge gun, so big that he needed to hold it with both hands.

"Have you figured out how the green skins made these broken things?" Vito asked, and then handed the big gun to Lancelot, who grabbed it lightly and weighed it casually. "To this day, I still don't understand why greenskins are not fried."

Omega didn't look back, but grabbed a piece of armor plate with the mechanical arm, quickly cut and fused it, and then replaced a damaged external armor on the Thunderhawk.

"I don't know, Omnissian, I can't analyze these weapons that don't conform to the basic common sense of physics, and I can't analyze the so-called wahgggggge energy of the orcs."

As he spoke, he took two steps back and looked at the Thunder Eagle in front of him, "I tried to dissect the orc, but I couldn't understand the mystery."

"Don't push yourself too hard, my friend, many things can't be understood at once." Vito said, stretching out his hand to caress the surface of Thunderhawk, staring into the shark's eyes, and then smiled.

Omega looked at Vito, and then continued to weld, "Tell me, Vito, what do you need? You don't read in your private library, and you definitely don't come to me to catch up on old times."

"No, it is indeed part of the reason for reminiscing about the old days. We have known each other for so many years, Omega, but you are right, I am indeed here to find something for you."

Vito said, continuing to stroke the surface of the fighter plane, "I need you to get her ready, and this battleship, we will have new troubles soon."

"As I expected, I suggest finding a star port as soon as possible, preferably served by the Mechanicus, where we will make the final preparations."

Vito smiled again, and raised his head slightly, "Of course, I heard that there is a huge shipyard on the side of Victoria's main star, in the satellite ring, where you can solve problems with your colleagues."

The communicator rang, and Vito glanced at the data terminal on his wrist in surprise, Cole's Bell appeared on it after raising his wrist, the pharmacist looked at Vito, "Vito, you have to talk to Lancelot Go back to the bridge, I have notified the two wolves."

"What happened? Brother." Lancelot stepped forward and asked, "We don't know yet, but come here quickly, we need to make a decision."

Bell's image disappeared. Vito and Lancelot looked at each other, and then both shrugged. Vito was rushed to answer when he was about to speak.

"I'll make Thunderhawk ready to attack, go." Omega said and grabbed another accessory, Vito smiled, then turned around and walked away with Dark Angel, leaving only Omega cutting and bursting out brilliant sparks.

Praise the Ohm Messiah, use the monthly ticket to appease the machine spirit, and wahggggggge! stand up