Warhammer: Start with a dog

"This man...I don't even want to call him a human or an Astartes because that would be a taint of both terms. He is a shameless robber, murderer, rapist and adulterer." , a success-hungry thug, a walking treacherous and corrupt person, the hateful darling of Slaanesh, the embodiment of the most depraved of all the children of Guilliman." - Fulgrim Ishtar commented on him to everyone. Cato Sicarius in memory.

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"If you're having trouble overseeing construction projects above ground and on rail platforms, how about overseeing visitor reception? Is that okay?"

"No problem. Isn't it just to receive guests from afar? I am too experienced." - Conversation between the two Supreme Chapter Masters from the "Silver Skull" Chapter above the forge world of Belakaan .

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Cato Sicarius, Second Captain of the Ultramarines Chapter, Lord of the Watch, Knight Champion of Macragge, Grand Duke Thalassarian, and one of the High Lords of Ultramar. After he was born as a noble, he was For more than two hundred years, he was selected into the battle group and set off from Hera Fortress to travel across the vast galaxy, bringing courage and glory to Guilliman, the Emperor, and the people of the Empire, and bringing destruction and death to the Empire's great enemy. He has seen hundreds of planets and civilizations, and his knowledge is as extensive as his combat experience.

Therefore, this noble warrior naturally had certain expectations and conclusions about what an "Iskra sect" Mechanicum forge world would look like, and these things were revealed when he set foot on the orbital platform airport of Belakaan's forge world. It started to become...well...unusual or contrary to any common sense he knew about the universe.

The first is that when they walked out of the connecting bridge, this group of tall warriors holding bolters and power or chain swords found themselves standing in a room that was wide, high, bright, neat, and very... not quite. In the waiting halls of the Empire but not the Mechanicum.

Seats and tables suitable for the Astartes were placed here, and there were even clusters of flowers in the tall alabaster flower urns on the table (the carving style was slightly similar to Macragge). Real flowers, the olfactory receptors in everyone's helmets unmistakably analyzed, and something much sweeter: the size of those treats and the way they smelled suggested they were specially made for the Space Marines.

During the tens of seconds of waiting time when the Ultramarines left their ships and walked off the docking bridge extending from the port, huge questions quickly filled the minds of every Ultramarines, and those who were more wary had already pulled out their heads. He took out the bolter and put his finger on the trigger. At this time, Hephaestus' question rang out in the team's communication channel. "It should be impossible for us to go astray, Captain Sicarius."

It is generally rare for a Techmarine to first ask this question, as their Martian-trained minds and more mechanical modifications than other Battle-Brothers often bias their way of thinking and viewing the world. Some of the mechanical admirers.

——Of course, it is also possible that what he saw in front of him was so inconsistent with the scene that would appear in any airport under the rule of the Mechanicus that Hephaestus had seen in his life, so that his logical circuit believed that it was even necessary to first Yu Sicarius spoke.

"Our navigators and sensor arrays have had countless opportunities to locate our own course from the galaxy in the past twenty-four hours," the leader of the Ultramarines replied. "It is impossible to go wrong, Hercules. Festus.”

"All the data I have obtained also tells me that this is Belakarn, but, Sicarius, what I see still makes me uneasy."

"What brings you to this rare opportunity to advise me, Hephaestus."

At this moment, with the sound of an elevator beep and the sound of footsteps, a person who looked like he might be some kind of person in charge or a servant came over from an entrance to the platform.

He wore a low-key black robe with a traditional shawl on the outside. He had an extremely strong figure. The proportions of his flesh and blood seemed unusually tall in this world ruled by the Mechanicus. From that broad face Everything from his tall stature to his tall stature showed traces of the perfect ancient genetic engineering that had been applied to his body.

Sicarius strongly suspected that this might be a final undrafted member of a Chapter who had received most of the Astartes biochemical modifications, based on what he knew and the servant's very light flaxen hair. Similar bloodline—perhaps a second or third generation descendant of the Blood Angels? Sanguinius's gift to his heirs was that faces should always be beautiful and popular - wherever they may be.

The reason why the speculation about him would stop at the senior servant chief was because this person was holding a large data tablet in his hand and pointing it towards them. Sicarius could clearly see that it was written in bold black letters. The letters read boldly: "Captain Cato Sicarius of Macragge and his party."

Although he didn't quite understand it, there was nothing wrong with the content and display objects. Sicarius secretly thought that this might be some kind of local reception custom?

When the visitor stood still in front of them, the visitors noticed that he was as tall as they were when he was not wearing armor. Then the man in black robes spoke, and the special voice in his voice that belonged to the Astartes made them These ultramarines were shocked, "Dear visitors from Macragge. Welcome to Belakahn. I am Maxim. During your stay on the orbital platform, I will lead the way for you. If you have any needs, you can also let me know.”

The Ultramarines Commander's golden eyepiece scanned the entire body of this unusual figure who claimed to be the guide or receptionist in one hundredth of a second. The results of the scan did not help in any way other than surprise and deepening doubts.

The scan results showed that this person was not an unselected person. The black carapace covered his body under his skin. He was an out-and-out Space Marine.

But he was not wearing armor for some reason, but he was not unarmed: the pin on the shoulder cape of this mysterious Astartes who called himself Maxim was revealed by sensors to be some kind of mini stasis stance protection device, and his low-key but exquisite belt The same is true for the buckle, as well as the very good-looking sword and pendant inlaid with gold and silver hanging on his belt, both of which were quickly marked red by the technical sergeant to indicate high risk.

Hephaestus's sensors reminded everyone that the decorations in this seemingly defenseless outfit were not as harmless as they seemed: a finely crafted power sword and a miniature stasis. Grenades.

"Hephaestus, if this is some kind of amazing product display event, or a secret show of the strength of this place, then I think it is necessary to teach them some lessons so that the managers here can learn to treat me and the limit. Respect from warriors.”

"I don't know, Sicarius, I just hope his protective stance doesn't last very long."

Maxim, who came to guide the visitors after adjusting his expression to be as "soothing" as possible, politely showed the group of people a four-tooth smile.

I did a good job of reading through the "Memorandum on How to Pick Up at the Airport" given by Chapter Master Lamizane, he thought.

Gua.