Warhammer: Start with a dog

Obscurity

Calixis sector

Fringe Faceless Trading Port

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"I can't believe you actually managed to 'sink' a 'part' of the ship into pocket space through a specialized material corridor."

Sitting on the bridge of the Iron Blood again, watching Captain Walter calmly direct the ship, which was only one-sixth of its original size, to dock sideways into the berth in a textbook manner, Lamizane had no clue in his telepathic communication. Don't hide your admiration. "I thought this was a space technique unique to the Necron."

"Of course. I am Perturabo. How can any mortal's knowledge rival mine in the slightest?"

Perturabo sneered, his voice unintentionally showing a kind of arrogant pity full of condescension, although he had consciously restrained it for most of the time since the accident, but the heartfelt praise was not. It will make him reveal his true emotions.

He cocked his ears proudly in the backpack compartment, and the long smart hairs behind his ears swept across the surface of the instrument.

"You don't think I was just building houses and robots in the Eye of Fear for so long, do you?"

"I'll punish myself with a cup for my discourtesy." People on the bridge heard the Daemon Primarch say this and saw him raise the coffee cup in his hand and lift it toward the void.

Honso and Dassadra quickly exchanged several glances and dozens of messages within a third of a second, while Aharin and Soltarn clenched their weapons and remained silent.

Not so long ago, the Primarch's newest favored Guardsmen each received a suit that was suspiciously richly decorated and engraved (there were even commemorative ribbons and custom-made personalizations), painted silver and black. In addition to brand new Seiko MKIV power armor (gleaming! But why silver and black?), and a Seiko double wrist gun suitable for their position as duty gifts - it is said that the veterans did not dare to immediately wear these from A precious gift from the genetic father, but observed for a long time.

In particular, Soltarn and the others secretly conducted targeted Chaos-style exorcisms on these gifts. Before the panic spread openly, the Iron Warriors finally received their first mission after following the original body: The raw materials and resources listed on Perturabo's list can be obtained at this black market port on the edge of the sector's Halo.

Including, but not limited to, metals, fuel, food, fresh water, and population.

As for how they complete these tasks, this is beyond the scope of Perturabo and Lamizane's concern.

Because now the two of them are walking in the port - shopping.

This hidden, prosperous illegal trading port far away from the center of the empire is a ring-shaped space station that perfectly fits anyone's imagination of the term "space trade black market".

The entire main structure of the space station is a real behemoth. It revolves around a light blue gas giant planet and is chained like a star. Some of the facilities on the floating orbital station have been abandoned, but the remaining parts have been used over the years. The tinkering turned into an unsatisfactory dockyard and a complex and twisted series of towns.

The street is narrow, with twisted and deep maintenance alleys and ventilation shafts on both sides. From time to time, there are merchants setting up stalls on the roadside, either shouting hard or quietly waiting for buyers. Most of the visitors and traders who come here to do business cover their bodies and come and go in a hurry.

Under Perturabo's reluctant guidance, Lamizane took off most of the armor components of the Source, retaining only a few special items, side weapons and shield generators. Even so, his size and height Still very eye-catching.

So he picked through the phantom camouflage and other disguises in the studio's warehouse, finally settling on a hybrid burqa in the shape of a Mechanicum priest.

It has a lot of firepower, speaks in a synthesized voice, is great for covering up, and doesn't have to walk on its own.

"I really don't know why you are so lazy. If it were before, such a crime of laziness would be enough for me to take you apart and kill you eight times. - I hope it can still function normally when I can take my body back."

Perturabo sat in a special iron ring disguised as a Mechanicus Citadel Star Marine for this walk-shopping (temporarily painted a Mechanicus logo on his chest) and followed him along the street. The dog was muttering and wagging its tail in the driver's seat, and subconsciously turned on the olfactory sensor to the maximum——

"Don't say that... I have a feeling we're going to find something unexpected... Look!"

"What can this mortal cold trade black market have..."

The dog's voice paused for 0.1 seconds.

"Oh. Damn."

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Julius was a young Unfinished One - which meant that he had great hopes of officially becoming the Emperor's Angel of Death, bringing wrath and destruction to the Empire's great enemies.

Now, for him and his companions, a clean death may be the kindest of many futures.

The reason why I say "once" is because they have nothing left.

There are no veterans, no home planet, no vehicles and supplies, and even the honorable chapter title has been stripped away. Naturally, there are no pharmacist brothers to complete the remaining operations for them. These young people do not have power armor yet. In fact, not even all nineteen transformation surgeries have been completed. They are a group of semi-finished products, a group of wanderers, a group of... slaves.

He chewed the word bitterly in his mouth.

They were conducting their final crusade on a planet attacked by Eldar pirates, led by the last Elder and Chapter Master.

What came out from the shadows behind to attack and kidnap them was a group of hateful alien slave catchers. They resisted, but it was over quickly. Miraculously, no one died.

It may also be because their combat weapons were so crude that the other party did not spend much effort other than rounding up the elders who were yelling and resisting and cutting him down.

They were tied up, shackled, thrown into special containers and put into the cargo hold before they had time to leave the surface.

The movements that followed were too chaotic, and it seemed that the slave-catching team was attacked by another entity.

It wasn't until long after everything fell silent that the cargo door opened and he saw human faces.

At that time, he thought it was the end.

But this is just the beginning of a new suffering.

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Julius turned his gaze towards the slave merchant with dark anger. He still remembered the old Rogue Trader's trembling fingers and the complicated expression on his face when he asked the other party to release him and his battle brothers.

"I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry...but by selling you, I can retire with my family in the best garden world."

so.

So this is the reason why they are tied up here and sold like goods.

The bitter feeling in his mouth became clearer, and the pillory stopped him from trying to moisten his dry and cracked lips.

Although by the Emperor's blessing they had so far remained undispersed, it seemed that good fortune was about to leave the last remnants of this unfortunate Chapter.

Because of this moment——

A woman dressed like a noble from a desert planet was walking over with great interest, picking at them one by one.

This is a very eye-catching beauty.

She is tall, with snow-white skin and long crow-feather hair. She wears a special towering flower crown made of gems and gold. Many gold ornaments decorate her lustrous precious fabric robe. She is outlined with rich black eyeliner. The exotic shape of her eyes, with a unique length at the end of her eyes, makes her dark blue pupils appear mysterious and agile.

Judging from her interested expression, it was obvious that she had some intention of purchasing these unusually strong and tall slaves, but she did not intend to buy them all.

The slave catcher's binding technique was very sophisticated. Julius could only watch with angry, sad and bitter eyes as the woman's slender and strong fingers grabbed the heads of her companions and forced them to lift their lower jaws so that she could examine their faces and faces. teeth.

The heels of the female aristocrat hit the ground with a thumping sound, which also hit everyone's heart. She picked them one by one like a big animal. The grief and anger of being forced to separate were infected by the helplessness of the wanderers, and the selected people also felt the same. The same painful eyes looked back at the others in the cage.

He closed his eyes sadly, praying and mourning sincerely for everything that happened.

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The arrival of something huge stirred up ripples in the etheric breeze.

Some deep and terrifying breath was blown to his nose.

The blond unfinished person suddenly opened his eyes.

The terrifying pressure that comes from somewhere is inexplicable.

Some mysterious and majestic existence grabbed all his attention, as if the boundaries of reality were being compressed by something invisible.

The void opened its mouth.

The soul needs to be filled.

here we go again……

This feeling……

Julius's eyes trembled at high speed in his sockets, and his skull became hot.

The cold wind chased and laughed through the long winding passage, beating on people.

Pedestrians passing by wrapped their coats tightly.

He raised his head and looked at the crowd, eagerly searching for targets that brought a sense of oppression.

But...how could it be a mechanical priest...a machine soldier...impossible.

This feeling……? Can’t cope with...?

etc! This is a red-robed Mechanic Priest!

No matter what, if he buys it...

Julius turned his attention to the cargo box behind which was covered by a tarpaulin.

Ah, if you don’t change it, just leave it like this (close your eyes)

Have a great weekend, see you all tomorrow!