Warhammer: Start with a dog

The Coronation is a beautiful Space Marine strike cruiser.

When this young woman in a ruby-colored coat took off for the first time from the shipyards of the forge world Anuari, her destination was the Origin Chapter's home planet of Nova. She and the company she carried The Champion was almost equally young, having not traveled more than half a century in the cold, dark void of the forty-first millennium.

A pair of engines also painted ruby ​​red were installed behind her wide brass-colored skirts. The mass of the hull was also deliberately reduced by 8% in accordance with the order requirements, making the whole body smoother, which allowed her to better Fulfilling her duties as a rapid and decisive strike vessel on long-term patrol routes. After all, she was capable of carrying a crew of between 18,000 and 20,000 mortals and an entire company of Imperial Space Marines, as well as a well-stocked supply of conventional naval weapons such as lances, macrocannons, and torpedoes.

Often, the arrival of this young lady and her ruby ​​angels is enough to bring a storm of destruction to a galaxy of heretics, heretics and xenos, raining down the cleansing fire of the Emperor's wrath.

The carefully selected and well-trained officers, crew members and servants on the ship who graduated from military academies in accordance with the regulations of the Holy Scriptures can provide efficient and high-quality services for the operation of the entire ship with pride and reverence.

But today...

Anna is an ordinary housekeeping supervisor. Together with her team members, she lives in Area 30-2-β on the lower deck of the Coronation, which means that their daily work includes the boiler room, water supply system and various equipment. A lot of water-related content, and the fighting rarely affects their living areas.

The closest they can come into contact with the word battle is cleaning the bathroom after use by returning soldiers, or carefully distilling and preparing fragrant aromatic hydrosol for wiping and smearing dead soldiers. The loyal Emperor's Angel sends his feeble prayer that their souls may return to the Golden Throne.

When the Cursed Echo opened its fangs and attacked them, she was leading her duty team from her room to go to the bathhouse for duty - waiting for the most powerful Lord Ptolemion on the ship to take him. After her brothers return in triumph to complete the handover, they will soon need to use the large bathhouse with changing rooms, showers, baths, large hot spring pool and essential oil application area to relax and recuperate.

Not surprisingly, when they arrived at the large bathhouse with tools and materials, they were all knocked unconscious by an evil and unexpected unclean psychic attack.

Until now——

"For the Emperor! I, I will never serve a heretic..." Anlena mustered up the greatest courage in her life to refuse in a hissing voice, but she still did not dare to raise her head and look directly at the terrifying figure who was a whole person taller than her. ——Your Majesty the God Emperor! ! ! That was a terrifying enemy of the empire that she had never seen before. This must be the evil and unclean traitor they called it. It was so terrifying! The smell of blood and carrion on his body was so strong that it smelled worse than the rotting rat corpses that had not been disposed of in time in the dark sewers in summer - Anlena felt that her nasal cavity had been attacked by an unprecedented and substantial blasphemy. ——It’s really unclean! Their minds must be like their bodies!

"Look at how dirty they are."

(*Hmph! Stupid humans can only observe the appearance, but cannot see the efficiency and meaning behind the behavior.)

"Formality and self-discipline are indeed annoying, but using this reason to not follow formalities and have no self-discipline at all will only make people hate you and look like a pig."

(*My Eighth Legion has always been the most efficient! Form?! The law-abiding form will only harm the so-called good people and the weak! The strong give fear, and the weak obey in fear!)

"Yeah, and then you don't say anything, don't let them learn, and let a group of children who are born not very clear about crime and the meaning of life get lost in sin without telling them that there is another way, right? - Forget it, I have to take a shower first, I don’t want to talk about it now, just watch it—please come here, lady.”

There was a buzzing of the servo, and the vicious ruby ​​eyepieces of the Night Lords suddenly stared at the bath master in unison in the very dimly adjusted interior lights of the ship, like the shining eyes of a group of hyenas.

Anlena suddenly found that she had never felt that the ruby ​​color she was accustomed to was actually not so noble and beautiful. Now those rubies looked too bloody and hungry, full of desire to tear her to pieces. Is it an illusion... ?

"Look at me, ma'am, what's your name?"

The hands of the head servant tightly grasped his small gold-plated double-headed eagle pendant in the folds of the long skirt. He suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the other party, and once again mustered up the courage to shout out this unclean heretic——

"...Ann, Anlena, Anlena Bellona...my name is." She began to stutter, and at the same time she felt her soul struggling with strong ambivalence and dizziness, "I..."

"Good day, Ms. Bellona." The strange creature opposite said to her in an extremely soft and elegant tone. His Gothic was the noblest, most standard, and most poetic she had ever heard, as if Every word recited an ode to the best things in the world, "I think you're the bath master here."

"Y-yes...I...my team and I are responsible for cleaning and water supply...I mean, good day, sir!"

"Oh, that's right," she heard the tall, muddy statue tell her kindly, "your original masters, Ptolemion Saralon and Captain Aeneas, well, they are all Okay, he's a guest at our place. Now look." He turned sideways and lifted up his long, dirty hair. Only then did the female supervisor realize that it was dirty hair and not sure if it was black hair, not the cloak she thought. ——Revealing a small part of the extremely pale, starvingly thin, scarred and dirty body.

Ms. Anlena's heart started to throb for some reason. She had a son and a daughter. The eldest son was just about to reach adulthood——

"...You need me...what do we do?" Her team members dared not speak out in anger, "I can't betray..." Their faces showed a look of resignation.

"Nothing extra required, ma'am, I just want you to provide us with full bath service and work as usual. Any questions?"

"This...this is no problem, sir. This is what we were meant to do."

"Very good." Anlena saw that the beautiful god hidden in the mud was facing the Astartes who started to become restless and commotion like a group of birds or small furry animals behind them. They looked fierce and fierce, "Tower Lose, assign guards and bathing personnel to each group, and then begin to remove armor."

Lamizane glanced at the crowd of people who were looking at him eagerly.

(*Hey! Omen Vision is not for you!!!!)

"Well... Sai, Lou Frix, and Makutian, the three of you go wash yourselves first, and then I need you to wash my hair."

Seventy-three vicious gazes stabbed at those three lucky dogs like the sharpest skinning knives.

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*As an aside, due to the difficulty of collecting data, the models and descriptions of the imperial ships used in this work mainly refer to the descriptions related to the Gothic Fleet game setting and the Imperial Navy. If there are any conflicts with the descriptions of some novels, book friends may choose what they like. Just think about it (Hey)