Warhammer: Start with a dog

Dalchana - this is what the people who fell on this planet due to wandering four hundred and seventy years ago called their home, this dark, barren planet that is always covered with sandstorms of molten obsidian debris.

The colonial fleet of this lost frontier world at the edge of the Galaxy once included a major Ecclesiastical pilgrim ship, the Solace Currency, expedition ships converted from decommissioned naval vessels, and several fat civilian merchant ships packed with immigrants.

It is undoubtedly extremely lucky for all of us to be able to survive the trek caused by the subspace storm and be spit back into the real universe alive.

But the first-generation colonists who had spent all their luck returning to reality discovered that the planet they arrived on was probably not the agricultural planet Dalchana that the Imperial Ministry of Interior had promised to allocate to them - but this was not very important. , for that is what they call it now, their home, Dalchana.

Since they were originally asked to colonize a planet that was to become an agricultural world, the first-generation colonists carried a large amount of additional hydroponic farms and crop seeds on their ships, which allowed them to survive the first bad weather after the crash. In winter - hydroponic equipment can not only be used to save seedlings of some crops that are not easy to use seeds, but is also equipped with agricultural tools, fertilizers and corresponding equipment for initial reclamation - but there are no more or larger machines. Because they arrived on the wrong planet, the subsequent items could never be delivered to the people they were supposed to deliver to.

Sometimes, when the nominal ruler of this settlement, which is made up of a few rough cement concrete, rock blocks and old starship and weapon outer armor plates, is put together like a super large abandoned shack area, When Jirus Urumal, who was styled the Regent, looked out over the entire bleak and dilapidated settlement through the observation tower of the Solace Currency, which served as his residence and office, he sometimes I will also think about it.

Will this be the first gray winter they have to spend here? How many more bad winters can they survive here?

Some things must be shouldered by the Grand Regent alone, and some things must be kept secret and must not be told to the people on this planet who are trying to survive.

——For example, a few years ago, the distress signal and resource support request that had been broadcast non-stop for four centuries and seventy years in the direction they came from finally received the only reply from the depths of the galaxy, full of noise and interference. Communication, only Throne knows how it managed to cross the galaxy and reach such a fringe place as Dalchana.

Its content cannot be said to be simple and crude, it can only be said to be a straightforward hint in elegant words: "Remember, the sacred emperor is all-knowing and all-seeing. Remember, you will be protected even in the dark. Remember, keep it." Be strong, endure the trials, and may you prosper.”

——Your request has been received. You can just stay there, live honestly, and die honestly. You are not worthy of our special efforts to rescue and drop supplies, and then everyone will forget about you. .

indeed.

An indescribable bitterness surged from the bottom of his heart to Regent Gallus' tongue.

This planet is barren to an extremely terrifying level, and is a veritable world of death.

If it had not been their colonial fleet bound for the agricultural world, Gallus doubted that most people would not have survived the first winter here - gray winter was named after the low temperature and deadly sandstorms , in the season of gray winter, unless necessary, everyone except those wandering predators can only huddle in collective shelters, relying on a little rationed food and recycled water, as well as mutual heating and collective supplies. A handful of heat sources to get through the entire season.

Even those looters who were driven out of the settlements only dared to rush into the settlements and snatch some things at the beginning of Gray Winter. The wind above this dead planet would teach any civil aircraft that dared to try to conquer it how to be a human being in the next life, and Gray Winter In winter, these inconspicuous but flesh-eviscerating air vortices will bring low temperatures closer to the surface, freeze and literally kill anyone who dares to stay outdoors - they don't have enough shell protection. Protect everyone, because there's not even a decent metal resource mined on this damn planet.

There is no fresh water, no iron or other mineral deposits, no life, just eternal obsidian deserts and mountains, and everlasting sandstorms and strong winds.

Even if a Mechanicus expedition ship was lucky enough to pass by here, it would only stay and chat for a few words and then leave quickly because the place was worthless and supply transactions could not be carried out. The last time the Gallus Regency was even luckier. Or unfortunately, when he contacted a Space Marine Lord who patrolled here, the other party first expressed sympathy for the suffering of the people here, but told Gallus three things: 1. This place is now under the protection of the Origin Chapter. 2. He had no room on his ship for more mortals; 3. His patience was limited, and he believed that if Dalchana had its own psykers and astropaths, then astrological communication should be attempted first.

Thinking of the number of psychic newborns on Dalchana and those creatures sent to the temple who only worship the sun and ancestors, always speak incomprehensible words, and are not sure whether they are astropaths, deep wrinkles appeared between Regent Garrus's brows: Just like the previous five generations of regents, strictly giving mercy to certain psychics and newborns who are too...inhuman is also one of the instructions he must issue. Without strict and fair distribution, discipline, self-discipline and obedience, then everyone here would not be able to survive until now.

And this time.

What is promised to fall to the ground again, is hope, or another desperate blow?

Regent Garrus sat in his private room, bedroom, office and living room, with a 470-year-old wine in front of him, waiting for the final judgment.

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"So this is your original so-called 'development' plan for this planet?! Ah?! Talos! How dare you write such a damn thing and present it to me?!" With a crisp "pop" sound, a pile of densely written parchment was thrown onto Talos' breastplate. The latter carefully picked up the document with shame but confusion.

"My Lord," Talos said, "through your teachings and the success of the Cursed Echo, our navigator Octavia can obviously take on this responsibility - to transmit the screams of the tormented souls of 20 million people to several, hundreds of worlds and even to the sky above Terra, to announce your return to the corpses and the blind followers of lies, and to scatter the ashes of these people's bodies here and in the sky above every world where our warships are, which is the best mockery of the pseudo-emperor's lackeys who come after hearing the news -" "Waste of nature!!!" Ramizane put a finger on his throbbing temple, "These people have struggled to survive and reproduce on this planet where no grass grows for more than 400 years, and can even maintain a basically normal society and government. You can only think of exploiting and killing these precious people who have such organization and unity and are willing to endure hardships. Killing to show your respect, huh? You deserve it for a bunch of ten thousand year old warriors to be so poor that they have to rely on cheating for supplies! ! ! ! ! ! ! "

(*Hey! These are not your offspring! Why are you angry at them? The Soul Hunter's suggestion is not without merit...)

"Shut up! Isn't this all your responsibility? ! You know a lot, right? Then you do it? ! "

(*... (immediately stopped humming))

"(Gutai swearing), I knew it..."

Lami Zaan turned to the bewildered Talos, "Go, find Malcharion, I want to talk to him, and notify the regent of the Temple City, telling him that I will visit him in three standard hours."

"Night protects you, my lord, as you wish."

"Oh, right." Ramizaan called Talos as if he remembered something.

"Go tell those assigned to the ground to remember to curb the creative quirks provided by Sevitarion. I know it's easy to say, but at least don't cause me any extra trouble now!"

"I obey your orders, my Lord, long live! Lord of the Night!"