Warhammer: Start with a dog

Carrick's distant sun hangs on the skyline, emitting light that is not very strong but bright enough. The twilight line moves slowly along the direction of rotation from the huge ice cap at the north pole of the planet. Thunder and lightning are high in the sky in the constant storms. Roll up to form and hit the ground.

For people on this planet, when the sun falls on the frozen surface of the planet, thunderstorms and violent winds sweep across the earth again, and the thin ice sheets formed at night on a series of lakes near the equator gradually melt into the flowing water. It was the beginning of another unchanging and peaceful day that was as cold, ordinary, and somewhat dangerous as ever, but not tolerable.

But today is destined to be slightly different.

The loud roaring sound of the engine soul in the atmosphere came from far away, and a flight path trailing a trail of white clouds clearly marked the visit of an interstellar shuttle aircraft in the sunlight.

This is unusual for this unknown planet, because usually, the starport on the orbital defense platform is the gathering point for takeoff and landing aircraft.

Many people stopped and tightly wrapped their scarves and warm coats, then raised their heads and squinted their eyes, carefully observing the flight direction and further actions of the unfamiliar, aggressive-looking and powerful shuttle.

People who are closer and have very good eyesight can easily see that this Stormbird painted in black, silver and gold flashes warning red lights, and the halo skull and imperial eagle wings are faintly visible on the fuselage. emblem.

This discovery made the people immediately heave a sigh of relief, and at the same time they began to disperse in the distance, and called their Ogryn companions to get on simple agricultural dump trucks, pick up heavy flamethrowers, laser weapons and labor tools, and start One after another, people move from residential areas to agricultural areas or mines to work - and are ready to shoot and breathe fire at any fungus they find.

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Rogue Trader Lamizane Carosini stepped off the Storm Bird, and together with his escort, walked through the courtyard inside the fortification built outside the hill, and walked toward the main building of the inner courtyard of the Governor's Palace that stood majestically against the hill in the distance. go.

There was silence all around. The hot air from his breath quickly condensed into tiny white droplets in the low-temperature air, but his steps were swift and powerful.

The cold sunlight shines on the water of the central artificial lake, creating a rare quiet atmosphere. It was less than one standard Terra after the Rogue Trader ship appeared from the backside of the Pearly Moon and sent a message to the Planetary Governor asking for an audience. The Governor agreed to receive the heir from the ancient family in his mansion. This was absolutely incredible. It wasn't just luck or kindness.

A large part of this must have been due to the fact that the Rogue Trader "kindly" informed the Governor that he "needed some missions and supplies" and how extraordinary the guards were - and now, the Astartes' unique ceramite boots were banging. He stepped on the ancient mosaic pattern floor tiles in the Governor's Courtyard.

The Planetary Defense Force soldiers who are responsible for the garrison here are obviously not people who lack courage, but in the eyes of mortals who may have never come into contact with a real God-Emperor Angel in their lives, a well-equipped extraordinary giant like the Astartes is just Walking on the ground is tantamount to a direct manifestation of God's power in the human world.

The Rogue Trader noticed with interest that when they passed the guards at certain doorways, some of the guards would secretly make small prayer gestures to his guards. He nodded secretly in his mind. Carrick was a major believer who was increasingly It's good, very good, in a place that tends to have a single state religion, where the people don't even know anything about Chaos except for some myths and legends.

In fact, the next second he impulsively said that he wanted to come down and implement the plan personally (because he felt that he was too lazy recently), he started to regret it and wanted to find other reasons. But unfortunately, because of this statement, The actual gravity and importance of the occasion made him pay the price for his impulse.

Mr. Carosini, the Chapter Master of the "Silver Skull" and the body of the Fourth Primarch, and the librarian, finally had to endure the mental ridicule from the black and white plush Fourth Primarch, holding on to his stiff face. I accepted this action.

As an actual social terrorist who has always been embarrassed to speak out, Lamizane walked forward while imagining various possible scenes and dialogues that might happen next, and deduced the possible dialogues and dialogues countless times. The result, whether good or bad, is to try to grasp all the options for the other person to speak and formulate corresponding sentences before the conversation begins.

Simply saying "Hey buddy, I think your planet is perfect for me, I want it, give it to me" is obviously... not impossible.

However, according to the information that is constantly being updated in real time on the retina, it will take about twelve minutes for the other people who have sneaked here to complete all offensive deployment and positioning procedures, and now even if they are using the slowest pace without being rude, They still had at most six minutes before they could see the Governor himself.

So a bit of normal conversation time is probably needed... at least not at the outset, but to accurately confirm where the governor is and what he was doing when the raid was launched, there is nothing better than arranging a level-versus-level conversation. There is no better way to meet if the importance is appropriate.

Lamizane, who was wearing the phantom camouflage disguise he had used last time, was thinking, and at the same time he walked towards the guards who were at the only entrance in front of the main building of the inner courtyard of the Governor's Mansion. His face was expressionless or he maintained a proud and mysterious feeling, waiting for the guards. Confirm his identity and that of his escort.

A moment later, under the guidance of the governor's servant who came to greet them, they took the largest elevator here and headed to the main building, whose main structure was hollowed out of the mountain.

The planetary governor of Carrick, His Excellency Alexei Kris, was waiting for them inside.

The top floor of the mountain was reached, the elevator door opened, and they walked into the long doorway, which was also the walkway outside the planetary governor's reception room.

At the end of the walk, you can see other stairs and elevators, and there are many narrower doors or corridors on both sides that seem to lead to other rooms.

Twelve honorary guards in crisp uniforms stood at attention on both sides of the walk. When people passed by them, they remained motionless, as if they did not exist here at all, or they were just standing here to decorate the environment and create a solemn and solemn scene. Atmosphere, try to put some pressure on the visitors so that the Governor will appear less passive during the conversation.

When the visitor finally entered the drawing room, he found no one else there except the governor and his cronies.

This made Lamizane breath a sigh of relief.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Chris."

The other party frowned because the visitor's social greeting language was very inconsistent with the habits of the upper class society in the Calixis Sector Empire.

"Perhaps I will feel the same way next, Mr. Carosini."

The tall and handsome Rogue Trader smiled at the Governor, showing eight white teeth.

"I believe you will, Lord Governor."