Warhammer: Start with a dog

The temperature in the forward bridge is now quite comfortable, while the air conditioner has ensured that the humidity remains at a level that most people will find pleasant.

The brilliant starlight outside the window leaked through the wide portholes, casting large patches of light of different colors on the front of the bridge.

The bridge officers and dimensional-technical sergeants were silently and efficiently doing what they were supposed to do at their respective posts, while the Destiny Steel's propellers were working steadily to help the ship, which was now disguised as a Rogue Trader Moon-class modification The Queen of Glory battleship maintains a suitable and powerful cruising posture in the desolate star sea in the Markanyi Machis sub-sector of the Calixis sector.

"Perturabo" picked up the coffee cup from the tray and took a sip. The latest hot Reca coffee with hazelnut flavor and whipped cream from the officers' mess immediately made his brows widen.

"Then you can go on, Soltarn. And, Walter, are you sure you don't want a drink? It's really good."

"I am grateful for this honor you have given me, my lord, but my tongue, esophagus, and intestines, may you bless them, can only function normally with promethium, vitamins, and cleaning fluids."

"Well, that's a shame, Thortarn, carry on."

The Stone Forger seemed to be in high spirits today. In about ten thousand years, especially after the death of Frix the City Breaker, this was the first time that everyone had seen the Stone Forger act so vigorously and vigorously.

He nodded, walked to the projector, opened the three-dimensional projection map of this sub-star area, and began to explain what they were going to do next in a more detailed and intuitive way.

"One thing I hope you know is that, my lord, although our great Iron-Blooded's warp jump voyage has always started simply and went smoothly - oh, except for the encounter with Omphalos Evil Spirit, Other times, our voyages have ended easily, but for the vast majority of Imperial and Chaos traditional ships, Warp travel has always been a very, very dangerous act."

"Even if a captain with long-term experience only intends to conduct a short-term and close-range subspace jump with an established goal within a sub-sector that is still nominally under the rule of the Corpse Emperor, the risk is not It won't be smaller than a long-distance jump. - Of course, our Captain Walter, I believe he is one of the top and best captains no matter what side he is on."

The cyborg captain greeted the Stoneforger with a slight nod.

"Therefore, in fact, the correlation between the risk incidence of subspace trek accidents and the distance and time is not as great as people think."

"Navigators - the families they come from have been cultivated with purpose and quantity from the beginning, and when today's human navigation can almost only rely on the ability of their genetic inheritance, they have used this to navigate all distances. Ever since they occupied a key position in space voyages over long distances and in the supreme governing body, related rumors and speculations have never stopped. But at least on the surface, and even among some Adeptus Astartes, navigators have become Being able to visually see the brilliance of the Star Torch is treated with extremely high courtesy - for example, the Astartes monks of certain orders will kneel down to greet the Lord Navigator when he arrives - "

"What?!" A certain super-big guy who was drinking Rekka coffee let out a small exclamation that was very damaging to the majesty of the original body. The scorner next to him who was connected to a large number of data streams stretched out his toes and stepped on it without hesitation. Give him a look. "Ahem, I mean, keep going, Soltarn. It's a good piece of science, but I'm curious about the final connection between this and the implementation of your battle plan."

"Of course, that's what I'm about to say, my lord. It's thanks to the great power and generosity of our Master Seer, your psychic advisor filled with ancient wisdom and worldly knowledge, Master Ma'atra." Sitting on the throne The mortal young man on the other side held his staff and raised the corners of his mouth reservedly, while simultaneously transmitting a psychic communication to his two brothers.

"I must say that although this heir of yours looks a bit decayed, he speaks really nicely. It is quite a pleasure to talk to him, and besides -"

"Shhh. Let's talk later. Let's hear it first."

"——The courtesy received by some navigators and their lords in the Adeptus Astartes is quite high, which is incredible. I still remember the lies the Corpse Emperor told you and us back then, and now his most fanatical interstellar However, the warrior group not only regards him, but also all things and people associated with him as the manifestation of God and fanatically worships them, even at the expense of devaluing themselves."

Soltarn almost laughed out loud when he said this, "As far as I know, this very ridiculous phenomenon occurs frequently among the Imperial Fists and his largest sub-group."

[Wow, I must say, I always thought that the Space Marines of the Imperial Fists were a symbol of integrity and unyielding besides being very different. This description of kneeling to the Navigator Lord is a bit beyond my imagination. 】

【snort. Some immature groups that were overconfident at the beginning developed into a certain inevitable pattern later. What do you see me doing? Also, what do you mean when you say it's so boring? Forget it, let’s discuss what misinformation you have seen before. I already have a rough idea of ​​what Soltarn wants to do. 】

【ah? 】

[You should read more. It was I who asked him to tell the entire combat background in such detail this time. If he had dared to show off like this in front of me before, I would have put him into my Iron Ring Guards long ago. Inside. 】

【oh. …Thank you, Pepe. 】

【snort! 】

"Although it is very different from the traditional fighting style of our legion, the Sons of Rogal Dorn will eventually be easily taken down by us because of their stone-fortress-like mindset," Soltarn's eyes flashed with a cunning light, "Allow me to offer you my plan for this Imperial Fists expedition. My Lord, I would like to call it a tour of your iron cage. Please see-"

An intuitive holographic three-dimensional space naval battle simulation battle map unfolded in front of them.

[Oh, well, I’m starting to feel something is not right. Look at this outflank, surprise attack, and total annihilation... I wonder if Soltarn really means it...]

[What kind of spring and autumn dream are you doing? Magnus's eyes have seen it clearly. Their fleet route and jumping point are clearly in the direction we left after the last supply. 】

[Then they can't locate us very accurately. Uh, is that okay? No way? 】

[Magnus said that he saw those Dornish stone heads on the road who did not hesitate to use registered psykers and soothsayers as prophecy consumables to perform rituals and catch up with us. 】

[Uh...it's suddenly hard for me to tell which side feels more evil. I roughly understand the battle plan, so who will we order to take command this time? 】

[Soltarn proposed it, and of course he directed it. 】The dog added. [If he fails, he will never be captured. 】

Gua.

I kept writing this part, but I just couldn’t write it smoothly.

There’s Chapter 2. I’m coding. Let’s have a bite to eat first. Everyone remember to eat too.