Warhammer: Start with a dog

"Although at the moment, I admit that we should be safe in the Belakane system for the time being. The combined naval power and battle monks from our two places can be said to be more than enough to defend this small system. But considering those, hum , civilian ships and mortals who always cannot understand that piety can save them from starvation. Everyone, the shortage of fresh water and food is still the first problem we need to solve at present, and energy supply follows closely."

The almost life-like, exquisite holographic image of Ms. Lotara Sarin appeared at the end of the conference table in the Ironblood's forward bridge command center.

This woman who often scolded and physically educated the passengers on her ship finally chose a conservative but very delicate hairstyle for herself. She rarely tied her long hair into a low ponytail, exposing the back of her neck. a small section of skin.

A small diamond crown in the style of a headband was inserted at the bottom of the black bun, and nothing else - as the captain of a Glory Queen-class ship, her aristocratic status allowed her to A small diadem is worn on such occasions - although this decoration is only seen on some large Rogue Trader dynasty owners or astropaths of ancient houses, the captains of the Imperial Navy prefer to add a few medals. It's rare to add these flashy jewelry-but this is a holographic projection anyway.

Therefore, although she was still wearing the white uniform top with a stand-up collar and gold trim that she used to wear when she was still a human body, and her red cloak, Ms. Lotara may have worn it for the first time today to match the crown. In addition to the breeches and boots, a pair of long-tailed pearl white satin skirts - which caused several veteran Iron Heart captains to discuss in Nagrakali in horror on the team channel - In addition, she also wore a wide red velvet honor ribbon with several medals attached to it, just diagonally across the chest of her white blouse.

Unlike his descendants who were privately shocked, Angron Petra had a calm demeanor - as he told his descendants when he visited the Ironblood's infirmary before, he had "already been in the care of his brother." With the help of others, I trudged through unprecedented new tests, raised my spirit to a higher level, and understood more of the nature of the universe and subspace during this journey." - But there is no doubt that as a female captain She was certainly encouraged by the smiling gaze of the Twelfth Primarch as she glanced over the shocked crowd.

The attendees of the Iron Blood itself - the "Silver Skulls" - well, or in other words, the "Iron Warriors" officers who had slightly changed their paint by default, such as Tes Dassadra himself, were even more shocked. There are many——

Donne.

Well, Donne.

Dorne the Loyalist.

Dorn, the Praetorian of Terra.

Tall and erect Dorne.

Dorne wears armor like gold in the glow and a red cloth cloak embroidered with a golden winged skull.

The seventh noble scion of the Emperor, a reflection of all Astartes of the Imperial Fists, including Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Black Templars.

But this projection... is so real and existential that it is difficult for you to immediately realize that it is illusory.

His capable white hair is exactly what everyone was familiar with ten thousand years ago. His white-blue irises are still as bright as the core of a hot star. He sweeps over everyone present with a slight smile. The only thing in his eyes is Clarity, enthusiasm and determination, without confusion, hatred and the kind of pain deeply rooted in the soul.

But what most shocked everyone present on the Iron Blood was not the sight of the Imperial Fists' Primarch and Terra Defense Commander appearing on their flagship.

After all, many people have experienced the terrifying power of the Imperial Fist Primarch in the attack and defense of the Apothecary Infirmary.

But——

That Dorn stood beside the Primarch of the Iron Warriors "Perturabo" affectionately and clearly beyond social distance! He was even half a body behind obediently!

Although the two primarchs did not talk through words, but were talking in writing, it was obvious that Rogal Dorn's expression was that of "having a great time talking"!

"Perturabo" would smile at that Rogal Dorn even when he was happy!

That Rogal Dorn even gave "Perturabo" a big hearty smile!

terrible. There is no horror that can shock the eyes and soul like this.

This universe may be almost destroyed.

If you can see this kind of thing, you can refuse death even if the god of death comes.

This is the thought that crazily emerges in the minds of all those present who have known or even witnessed the grudges and legions between the two Primarchs thousands of years ago.

The howl of terror from deep within the very nature of the human warp now stirs up a veritable hurricane in the souls of every human being who witnesses this monumental change of extreme blasphemy.

A powerful electronic sound brought back everyone's consciousness, which had begun to blur.

Reliable, extraordinary, strategist, master of "Kaidomo", the body of steel where the father of genes' strong steel soul resides!

How reassuring. As long as he calms down, he can feel the anger that he wants to hammer several people here into the cabin wall...familiar and reassuring.

"Okay, don't waste time, let's get started."

The Contemptor fearlessly raised his antique power palm and waved his hand. Walter, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately projected a large number of charts, statistics, consumption curves, etc. on the command table into the mid-air above the table.

"It's all here." He waved his hand again, and the captain of the Iron Blood sent these read-only data packets to everyone's interface. "All the data has finally been updated within 48 hours, which can be regarded as almost real-time. . Look, how are we going to solve the immediate problem?"

"Isn't the first batch of grain obtained by our trade envoy already on its way? It will arrive soon."

"When we purchased the first few batches of food, we did not expect that there would be such an influx of excess mortal population. No matter how efficient the food in the agricultural world is, it will not grow out of thin air in one second and be transported in another second. .”

"Industrial synthetic starch? Supply rationing system? Food-for-work?"

"It has been implemented for a long time. In addition, this place does not need to provide relief for work, but it does need additional oil and minerals."

"I mean those civilian ships..."

"I'm offended, Your Highnesses, but since we can only consider filling our stomachs if we maintain safety, I believe that supplying our Astartes and naval crews must be prioritized..."

What follows is a series of analysis and debate, as well as hypotheses and proofs, as well as a secret fight for distribution rights and materials. Although Donne cannot speak, the floating cursor in his eyes and the constantly updated calculation model in the projection can be seen. It shows that he is not idle at all.

Angron coughed lightly.

"My brothers, can you listen to me?" The Supreme Tyrant of Nuceria intervened in their conversation in a soft tone.

"I don't see why we should be thinking so hard here about how to save and allocate, because I happen to have some different ideas, and maybe I can tell them for your reference and comparison with other plans."

"Well, maybe we should listen to the wisdom of our brothers who have been fighting in the vast galaxy for ten thousand years."

Everyone stopped arguing and turned their attention to the twelfth primarch.