Warhammer: Start with a dog

Two Primarchs with completely opposite reputations in the Empire, in the dark side of the Empire, at the beginning of the Great Rift, at the other end of the galaxy, far away from Macragge, a place full of darkness and alien activities. When an inconspicuous little place on the desolate frontier whispers some secrets and opinions about unfaithfulness, filial piety, benevolence, justice, etiquette, disbelief, and unbelief.

Let’s not talk about the big red and golden guy wrestling in the void, the blue soft-bodied monster trying to randomly trip someone, the pink snake demon trying to find an opportunity to eat a peach (?), and the fat green grandpa watching from a distance, etc. It doesn’t matter at the moment. character of.

In the living room, as black tea and refreshments were served, the generous guest took out several bottles of the absolute hard currency in the Calixis sector, the special vintage gold cognac produced by Quatis. As the spirits poured in, the atmosphere began to become more relaxed and lively.

The planetary governor and his guests have now entered the stage of becoming brothers and sisters as more additional terms are finalized and the contract is signed. Well, it is obviously not because some social librarian suddenly awakened to some coincidence. People in Carrick generally believe that "a rogue trader is not very trustworthy but must speak well", and the fixed cognition in the minds of rogue traders is "people in this alpine zone only need to bring them... I’ll agree to anything if I serve you some good liquor.”

Hmm... Obviously the superposition of these two ways of thinking with different starting points has produced some wonderful collision chemical reactions, and someone's obviously has the upper hand.

The reason why I say this is because the situation in their conversation sounded roughly as follows to Perturabo:

"Ahahahaha... Alexey, your name is really nice... Hmm... it reminds me of some people I knew in the ice and snow world who also had this name. This name means protector and it really means It suits you." (So is this really a compliment?)

"Thank you, Lord Carosini for coming from afar! Our friendship will last for thousands of years! Come! Raise a glass!"

"Well said, Governor Alexey! You and your subordinates are so generous and considerate! Can you be more tolerant when it comes to the deployment of guards in the polar regions?"

"I'm afraid this won't work. Although the ice cap there is indeed uninhabited, but...oh, what is this, another bottle of golden cognac? Invite us to drink? You are too polite, dear Carosini..."

"How can I be polite to you? My dear Governor, the fact is that we hit it off right away, we are a country of brothers...Thank you, you have a big drink too! Then the right to dispatch mercenaries to the region..."

"I think if you can ensure that the export taxes of the minerals you want to mine are paid on time and in the right amount...then some guards and mercenary members during the drilling process are indeed necessary...By the way, I think you might as well hire some The best local soldiers, they are no worse than anyone else... Ah, the wine you brought is so mellow, strong and sweet, I can't believe it, is this one of the best wines in Quatis!"

"Yes, then please sign here and let's have another drink about it!"

"Oooh... Okay, come on! Let's raise a toast to the Empire! To Carrick! To our new neighbors, the Carosini Dynasty!"

"Cheers! Cheers! Praise to the Empire and Carosini who brings the wine!"

The black and white dog standing aside was stuffing some information that made the original body sweat into the head of his brother, the Supreme Tyrant, while listening to someone's poor social language and shaking his head.

"Fortunately, he doesn't really need to rely on words and skills to negotiate."

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Carrick·22 hours (one day and night) later

Above the Antarctic ice sheet

The two Stormbirds roared and spit out huge vortexes. Their reactors were filled with the passion of work and the collision of particles. After being modified by Perturabo's design and the Ironblood's mysterious armory, they had some weapons that were in service with the Empire. The brothers have different things.

The coil of their newly installed small anti-gravity device began to be energized, and the engine vector nozzle slowly flipped downwards. In conjunction with the anti-gravity device, the Storm Bird, loaded with personnel and supplies, hovered in the small open space where it was ready to land, and then in the cold air He landed carefully but maintained his speed smoothly in the polar cold wind.

"Very good! The 10th Company, assemble!"

Maxim wore his helmet and issued instructions to his battle brothers from the communication channel. Groups of Space Marines wearing brand-new power armor and their equipment lined up in front of the open space for review. The plating was black and shiny, reflecting the pale and faint light of Carrick's star along with the silver and gold decorations.

As Astartes who have never had the opportunity to fight properly, in addition to spending a lot of time and sweat in the shooting range, gladiatorial cages and training grounds, they also hone their combat skills in the officers' mess - the Destiny Steel The lower decks have since been "under repair".

Other tasks that could be done on the lower decks included using heavy flamethrowers to clean out the sewers and using augurs to search for mutants and gene stealers. Fortunately, the latter that had sneaked in from the port did not seem to be able to spread effectively here, and they caught them. When these nasty bugs infected people, those gene stealers who worked overtime every day until they fell asleep couldn't even develop a second generation.

Therefore, the officer's mess is one of the best practical training venues every day. After all, the consequences are serious: you will be hungry! People are iron! Rice is steel! How can you not eat if you want to be strong both inside and outside? ——The highest admonition from Lord Lamizane Carosini.

Although their own direct company commander, Lord Kaidomo, complained about this and was very angry, he did not say that he could not do it in the end.

However, the officers' mess is indeed a good place to practice trench warfare, siege warfare, siege warfare and melee warfare...

It is said that after leaving this time, the cafeteria will be renovated. The tables and chairs will be simulated with vehicles, and they will also stuff some alien training targets into it...

Maxim thought a little carelessly, while touching the handle of the war hammer he carried.

It is undeniable that the melee skills of this new Iron Warrior officer have been greatly enhanced in canteen wars again and again. After all, for melee weapons, combat itself is the best teaching, and he also learned very important One point: When necessary, the sense of honor for a frontal attack can be put into your back first, and when you pull the weapon out of the opponent's chest armor judger, you can put it back into your heart.

Someone strode over, and the sound of heavy iron footsteps made Maxim smile knowingly under his helmet.

He turned and saluted.

The warriors held their bolters clasped in their hands at the same time.

"Obey or die! Steel within and without! Praise be to you, the great Lord of Iron!"

Their genetic fathers have arrived.