Warhammer: Start with a dog

Sky over the forge world of bela kahn

deep space orbit

Destiny Steel

Chapter Master's Office

The parchment rolls, data pads and seals that had been temporarily psionic and made flying by a spell from a powerful psyker shuttled back and forth throughout the office, like a bird that was only flying in the cliff cave and looking for where it should be. Swifts landing in document sorting box nest.

Parogov sat next to his good friend Julius. The pharmacist wearing a helmet used a superhuman speed to sort all the documents to be processed for Julius, and quickly cut enough for him. The binary translation, civil affairs and trade documents written by the latter's quills have been piled up on the desk and the two walls next to the desk, far ahead of almost everything in the room. No one, except Perturabo himself.

Ishtar - Brother "Sade" now tells everyone that you can call yourself this, is in another corner fighting a tangled mass of new and old cogitators and cables, obviously in order to completely remove the data without destroying it. Dropping them, the new First Company Commander used some dazzling skills and terrifying inhuman precision to make all the tools and input devices in the mechanical tool box dance under his command.

According to a description of a war blacksmith who tried to watch secretly, "I can't figure it out. I really can't figure it out. I can't understand it at all. Why can he do it? How does he do it? This is really a Dreadnought." Can the Astartes do it?"

An angry growl sounded in the office.

"Shanto! I'm warning you! Next time you print any strange lip tattoos on documents, I will punish you (the following content is too inappropriate and is not allowed to be viewed by loyal citizens of the empire)!"

The war blacksmith smiled and stared at the other side in the gap between the hill-like pile of documents. After getting the parchment roll that he needed to process in the next step, his face looked disheveled. He was neither a loser nor a champion of the first company. At the same time, he answered the roar of his old colleagues with joy in his voice.

"Dear Soltarn, you should enjoy the beauty of being squeezed by our master and turn it into a more passionate motivation, instead of using your precious energy to vent on me."

The old stonemason's reaction to this answer was a deep sigh with a look on his face, "Ah, ah, what a misfortune for our family." He looked like he wanted to grab his former enemy's neck armor and yell at him, "We Iron Warriors are not like you." Listen to me, our Iron Warriors are not like this. He is the only exception."

[Uh, Pepe, Shanto, has he always been like this before? I remember that he should be regarded as a very smart war blacksmith possessed by drama. Although what he said was indeed describing some facts, it always sounded weird. 】

[Ignore him, he knows where the bottom line is that he should abide by, just take it as...] Primarch Bian Mu took 0.0001 microsecond out of his busy schedule to recall some sayings that were easy for Lami Zane to understand. , [Just think of him as an innocent 3,000-year-old virgin magician who has the baggage of speaking astringently and playing a gay persona. 】

[Oh oh, didn’t you understand if you said this earlier? It’s just this kind of character! Very classic and I totally get it. 】

【As long as you understand. 】

[So how long do we have to process files like this? I mean we have been working continuously for forty-eight hours and finally processed the files from fifteen years ago...]

[This speed is barely adequate. This planet even makes statistics a lot easier because it has no native biosphere. In addition, you are only responsible for providing the additional computing power that everyone needs, what? You don't want to tell me you're sleepy, do you? ] Shepherd held up the equipment frame on the bridge of his nose and glanced at his body sitting in the mechanical throne, connecting the LOGOS power armor and head data cable to the biological relay cable.

[Actually, I just feel very sleepy mentally. But Pepe, you are supposed to sleep for a long time every day. Does it really matter if you work continuously like this? Maybe you can take care of some things and let me handle the follow-up automatically, and then go and take a rest? 】

The dog paused.

[It’s okay, I can use the timed hypnosis device to let the brain rest in different areas. 】

【Well? This is not what the Astartes use...]

[Yes, so don’t worry. 】

【All right. 】

Another ninety minutes later, the stuffed devil announced on everyone's communication channel that he learned that the new menu of the officers' mess was online, and he now needed to eat a fresh medium-rare sauce charcoal grilled Xiao immediately. Beef belly with soft-boiled eggs.

"Yes, so," the Contemptor spoke fearlessly, breaking the soft background of the office's rustling of quills on parchment and the sound of the Thinker's calculations.

The Primarchs and Space Marines, immersed in actuarial analysis, asset valuations, fixed asset inventories, import and export trade documents, and a large amount of binary raw data that was very difficult to read, looked up with dazed expressions as if they had been granted amnesty.

"You can rest for one hundred and twenty minutes for dinner and personal matters, and then come back here until we have handled the government affairs for the past three days."

Even though he has decided to completely dedicate himself to following the path of his fallen genetic father, Danat Lysander, who thinks that he is still loyal to mankind in his heart, still vaguely feels that at this moment, the Lord of Chaos and the Lord of Steel are The top of the head seems to really have a divine halo of redemption.

Of course, several Iron Warriors were happy to fulfill the Gene Father's wish, but at this moment, all the company members in the officers' mess, who were defensively and offensively waiting for the new products to be served, were all shivering inexplicably.

Finally, only Lamizane, who used the body of the Fourth Primarch, was left in the office, the Fourth Primarch turned into a border collie, the Third Primarch in Dauntless and the petite and exquisite Fifteenth Primarch.

"Uh, this is really..." Ishtar, who was staying in the office, Fulgrim from afar, came over and deftly untied all the connecting data cables for Lamizane.

"Oh my God, thank you, three - I mean, Fulgrim, thank God you didn't have all that red tape when connecting them. At first I was going to find a Mechanicus to help, but they just saw this The image of the seat says you’ll have to spend hours singing ohmic messiah hymns to this miraculous creation—but this thing is clearly just a simple interface assembly that was made at random!”

"No matter what you originally planned to say," Wuwei, the Phoenix, shrugged like a real person, "You can call me Ishtar, otherwise I am afraid that all the descendants here will become extremely uneasy. In addition, mortals cannot understand the original meaning. The methods used by the body are very normal, don’t mind, Lamizane, if I can call you that.”

"Okay, Ishtar, of course."

The black and white dog sneered at his fearlessness.

At this moment, the dedicated line communication from the bridge rang.

Perturabo took a look and said, "Lami Zane, the 'rabbit' you have been waiting for is coming."

The man who heard the news sat up straight.

"Finally! Great we can...but wait?!"

Gua.

So we can see that a dog's random metaphor for laziness is actually somewhat responsible for Lamy's strange impression of some Astartes... (No Mercy)

Ishtar chose this name for RH Meifeng after a long time. It was actually not my first choice, but because the more suitable name Anat was unfortunately tainted by a news figure recently (hey) for fear of misunderstanding, anyway Ishtar, Anat, Astarte, Aphrodite, and Venus all have the same origin, so it’s okay to use them like this... (.)