Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Jerhad Garrison is a special brother unit deployed in the Gothic Sector, but together with the Gothic Sector Navy, it is affiliated with the Obscure Star Territory Navy Fleet.

Theoretically, the Gothic Fleet is at the same level as it, and it has the right to station its own troops only when the fleet receives an order from the Star Fleet Command to unsea those reserve warships.

But the actual situation is another matter. That is, when the local naval fleet has warships that are assessed to meet the standards and go through the decommissioning procedures, the Gothic sector fleet also has the opportunity to send its troops to the garrison area. Carry out handover procedures for battleships.

Under normal circumstances, there are strict rules and regulations for handing over a decommissioned warship:

The Imperial Navy must first dismantle the weapons on the battleship, count and evacuate the ammunition, extinguish the plasma reactor, and cut off the link between the energy weapon and the reactor:

The entire battleship must be completely disarmed and the marines must be evacuated to ensure separation of people and ships;

When only the heads of each functional department of the battleship are retained (adjutants are also allowed), they can take a shuttle alone to enter the garrison area and hand over data, permissions, keys, and logs to the other party.

Finally, the warship that has lost its arms and power will be towed into the port through a tugboat dedicated to the garrison area.

This is only a procedure for the Imperial Navy, and does not include the sleeping ceremony for the Adeptus Mechanicus.

The whole process can be said to be stable and there will be no problems easily.

But the question now is, when the Imperial Navy is not trustworthy, will this warship, which has theoretically eliminated its power source, weapons, and all marine crews, really be as harmless as it appears on the surface?

It should be noted that the structure of the battleship is complex and the space is huge. In the old times, it was called a space city. Even with the strict discipline of the Imperial Navy, there is no guarantee that there are some criminals and heretics in those hidden mezzanines that no one can touch. whereabouts;

So when such a huge battleship approaches the garrison area with clear malice, is it difficult for the enemies of the empire to hide some rebels in the battleship?

Of course it’s not difficult!

Especially when the person in charge of its decommissioning procedures is a person who has inextricably intertwined interests with the diocese!

Holmes knew Jason's background, otherwise this man would not have become his adjutant. Even some of Jason's connections with the Empire's state religion were due to his tacit approval.

But he never imagined that the Imperial Admiral would break through his borders and conspire with those true traitors;

But whether he believed it or not, the current situation was a perfect system, which was broken from the inside by Jason, whom he regarded as his assistant.

"What do you have to say!" Hobbes took out the pistol in his waist amid the vigilance and exclamations of the people around him.

And Jason, who had the gun pressed to his forehead, went from being confused and frightened at the beginning to now looking ashen.

The personal support given to him by the Cathedral of Winomin, the blueprint promised to him by the bishop in his private conversation, the new warship purchased by the Imperial State Church from the forging world of Mezoa through its own channels...

And the goal that all these events are promoting and pointing to - the permission to decommission the old ship that was delivered to him yesterday.

He thought this was the result of his diplomatic work, and he even thought it was the beginning of his rapid rise. But now it seems that this is just a conspiracy carried out by the enemy through his hands.

"I can't explain myself..." Brigadier General Johnson raised his hands to his head and squatted down in pain.

click!

The suspicion was finally proven, and the rage in Hobbes's heart reached its peak. When his adjutant had such a problem, he had no reason to excuse himself.

Snapped.

He pulled the trigger hard, but only got a crisp metallic sound.

A judge in a red dress stepped forward at some point, and the gun in Hobbes' hand was tightly held tightly by his mechanical prosthesis.

"Take it down!" Calvin said softly.

Two members of the Storm Guard walked out from behind the Inquisitor. Under the gaze of everyone, they passed through the seats of the admirals, picked up Jason who was lying on the ground and dragged him away.

At the same time, the inquisitor snatched the gun from Hobbes' hand, and then pulled his finger out of the gap between the hammer and firing pin.

"Please take a seat." He bowed to Hobbes, then turned back to the primarch's flank.

sit?

A wry smile appeared on Hobbes' face. He had no shame in sitting still.

"Where's Jehald..." he asked with difficulty, and then saw an affirmative expression on the original body's face.

"Huh..." Hobbes slumped heavily into the velvet-wrapped high-backed chair, leaning his entire body as far back as possible.

What kind of manners and what kind of dignity are no longer what he is concerned about at this time. It is the best thing among misfortunes that he has not caused an irreversible disaster...

In the venue, after this internal comedy of the navy was staged, except for the breathing of the victim himself, it was extremely quiet for a while.

After a slight pause, Calvin finally spoke and announced his will to everyone present:

"As for the Navy, I plan to establish a joint command center between the Gothic Sector Fleet and Lucius."

"As for the choice of Chief of Staff, how about Sir Hobbs?"

chief of staff? Ah……

Hobbes's lowered head paused for a moment because of the original body's words;

The merger of foreign fleets and local fleets has always been based on the larger local fleet, but after the "accident" just now, Hobbes and the Gothic sector fleet behind him have completely lost this Dominance of sub-confluence. Chief of Staff...who is the Fleet Commander?

He raised his head and looked across the seat at Vasilev, who was also an admiral. Under the same silver-white bun, his sharp eyes like a falcon were staring at him, as if he was looking at the dead meat on the chopping board. It is declaring one's victory.

Behind Vasilev was Lucius's naval admiral, who had been suppressed by the Goths he led in the Obscure Star Territory.

Hobbes could almost imagine how the naval generals of the Lucius family would clean up the Gothic generals in the Great Expedition after these people took over the power of this battle and the subsequent expedition. .

And in the Gothic sector, the war heritage accumulated by several forging worlds over thousands of years was how they were snatched away from the Gothic soldiers one by one in these cold orders.

They will respond to what he has done to them over the years, and these are the rules of the game in the upper echelons of the empire. The winner takes everything, and the loser is kicked out.

Oh...and Brigadier General Cobb, that kid from the George Gil family.

Although this young man's fighting style has always been despised by Hobbes, in the current scene of overall defeat, this traitor from a noble family of Gothic navy has become their only "fire".

"It's so ridiculous..."

"You're rude! The primarch is waiting for your reply!"

The young man looked serious and issued a stern warning to Hobbes, whose brain had stalled.

The latter subconsciously opened his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end he closed his eyes and expressed his acceptance with extremely rude silence.

"Then, I suggest that we adjourn the meeting first." Calvin got the result he wanted, so he stood up and declared a temporary truce.

Of course he didn't want to stop, but the surprise brought by the Gothic Navy headed by Hobbes did take some time to digest and absorb.

He has already achieved the ultimate in the situation on the table. If he continues to ask for more, he will inevitably push the local forces to the limit;

What he has to do at this time is to withdraw. Anyway, the heaviest piece of cake has been obtained. The most appropriate behavior for him as the person sharing the cake at this time is to calmly wait for Goth in his bedroom. The natives took the initiative to come to the door.

"Well...then only the Forge World itself is left." Calvin walked in the empty corridor, with the Astartes in front of him guided by the Imperial Fist.

The temporary palace was placed inside the Blackstone Fortress, and as a landlord, he believed that these sons of Dorne themselves would have a lot to say to him...

As for what just happened, Calvin just smiled helplessly.

How huge the Gothic Fleet was, and how extensive were the things involved behind it;

The factional struggle between them and Lucius was already evident even from the end of the Great Crusade;

The battles between families, factions and factions are just appearances created by the collision between some deeper forces.

"The Flame-Blooded Sect, Fundamentalists..." Calvin thought of a certain word and then temporarily put it behind him.

This is not something he can intervene at this stage. It is better to use his precious energy on the current war.

The Gothic Fleet was not his target from the beginning.

But just like destiny, countless people and things collide and argue in corners where the sun doesn't shine, and there must be a result, even if this result is just a staged summary.

And this kind of struggle that lasted for thousands of years led to the fact that when Calvin turned his attention to the Gothic diocese, the intricate and disconnected connections among the local forces naturally revealed the problem of the Gothic fleet to him. in front of.

Sulla and his team were just one of the people who went out to perform the mission according to the established plan.

As for the other Gray Knight squads, after urgent communication with the local Imperial Fists, under the leadership of the Sons of Dorne, they arrived at Jehard with a regiment of the Tindalos Legion.

At that time, the decommissioned frigate was slowly driving through the mine array outside the star port, pulled by a tugboat.

Under the influence of the Imperial Fist's special prestige in the navy, the director of the garrison chose to cooperate unconditionally the first time he saw them.

There is no investigation, and it is not suitable to conduct another investigation.

This is the commander of the Imperial Fists' understanding of this matter, and it is also what the Gray Knights present and the accompanying Inquisitors acquiesce to.

The word rebellion will be firmly controlled within the scope of the middle and lower classes of the Gothic parish. As for the Gothic fleet itself, it can only and must be "pure" and "innocent" and made a small mistake. .

As a result, a shore-based torpedo with a directional blast was fired at the warship from the garrison;

After the tugboat that towed it moved to a safe distance, this little farce that took place in the background of the Gothic war zone finally came to an undignified but proper ending...

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