Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 387 05.0386: "Practical and Written Test"

"The closest target distance to the enemy fleet is 18570 kilometers, the closing rate is positive 1.7, the bearing is +30, and the phase is D."

Archie took a deep breath, feeling the slightly cool air circulating inside filtering into his lungs, and then exhaled after a long moment.

"Relax, Lieutenant Collingwood. I forgot to say before, welcome to the command bridge as a naval lieutenant." Normally, Horatio would call Archie by his last name in formal occasions to highlight his status in the naval family.

Otherwise, given Archie's overly low-key personality, it would be difficult for other officers he worked with to know that he was the grandson of Major General Collingwood, which would be detrimental to his integration into the circle of naval officers.

"Thanks, Horatio."

"Don't be nervous, just let it go." Horatio said softly as he looked at the first echelon returning home in the void.

“I’m…afraid of making mistakes.

You know, Horatio, as a lieutenant, the orders we give depend on the lives of many people, and I always can't help worrying that I am too inexperienced. After all, I have only been a candidate officer for six months and have only been in two departments.

The latter only spent some time symbolically practicing at the artillery fort while at the port, firing a few salvos at targets and floating mines."

"Believe in yourself, Archie," Horatio said in a low voice:
"You passed the test in one try after only six months on board, which shows that you are extremely intelligent.

There will always be casualties in naval battles. Even if they did not die under your command, they would likely mutate due to infection during the subspace voyage and eventually be purged by the Military Supervisory Committee, so don't have any psychological burden. "

"But... we are in the Aviation Department now. These people are elite or ace pilots."

"They can take care of themselves, otherwise why are they called 'elite' and 'ace'?
Don't worry, I'm the chief officer, I'll back up your plan with me here."

"Okay." Archie nodded, sweat dripping from the tip of his high nose.

He raised his hand and rowed, and the second squadron escorting near the Indefatigable began to sail towards the distant void.
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At this time, there was another person who was as nervous as Archie.

Sepra-Mundi, the headquarters of the Navy in the Hazy Star Region, the star of the fleet, the land of glory.

But there was no such beautiful scenery with green mountains and clear waters as Louise had imagined.

When she and Farida arrived here on a transport boat.

All that can be seen before us are the hive cities towering into the clouds, the chimneys of the steel forest, and the dust haze that blocks out the sky.

That’s right, the famous Sepra-Mundi is a huge forging world.

This is Mars's directly governed forging enclave.

But the usually aloof technical priests are willing to share this planet, where every inch of land is hardened to serve heavy industry, with the Imperial Navy.

Maybe it's for profit, maybe it's for research, or maybe it's for some ulterior motive.

But because of this rare generosity, this place has become an important naval port world, star domain naval anchorage, and the headquarters of the Misty Star Domain Navy of the Imperial Navy.

Generation after generation of naval midshipmen who have devoted themselves to the God-Emperor's great cause in the void have set foot on this smoky planet, stepped on the steel ground that has the same texture as the deck of a battleship, and racked their brains to pursue the commissioned officer system for which they are willing to fight all their lives.

8:00 AM, Tyra time
"Hmph, good luck on the exam." Farida, who was wearing the platinum uniform of a naval inspector, looked at the girl next to her who was wearing the dark blue naval officer's uniform with complicated eyes.

When she thought of the last night before leaving Far Star, when both of them were fucked on the bed by Horatio, her cheeks became slightly hot. She glanced at him with a little shame and snorted:

"If you fail the exam, you can come to me to get the letter of introduction to the Sun Star Region."

"Thank you, Colonel Hood. But I promised Horatio that I would not let him down. So, I will definitely pass the exam. I wish you good luck on yours, too."

"Tsk, got it! Got it! You can take care of yourself for the rest of the time. I'm going to my exam room."

Farida bit her lower lip lightly, waved her hand casually, and walked towards the examination building of the Military Supervision Department without looking back.

"Okay, see you later." Louise saluted silently at Farida's departing back.

Farida stopped, pursed her lips with an embarrassed look, turned around and saluted her, then quickened her pace and hurried towards her destination.

It's 8:30 am in Tyra time.

"Candidates, please check the examination-type meditator array in front of you to see if it is displayed clearly..."

A naval inspector who was supervising the examination had his hands majestically placed behind his back, and the gleaming silver chrome-plated explosive pistol on his waist silently intimidated every candidate present.

Everyone knows that if one tries to cheat and pass this important test, what awaits him is only the ruthless punishment of the military prison bomb and the end of his life.

Louise took deep breaths to calm her nerves.

For her, taking such a large-scale exam is of great significance.

It's even more tense than an airborne military operation.

After adjusting her breathing rhythmically, she raised her head.

At the top of the thinker array in front of him were four human brains soaked in tanks of green nutrient solution.

These human brains came from four deceased colonels belonging to the Naval Headquarters in the Segmentum Obscurus, whose bodies were provided to the Admiralty by the Admiralty.

Then, at the request of the Admiralty, the Mechanicus used their brains and many complex electronic components to create a dedicated 'Navy Lieutenant Examination' type Thinker array.

"Candidates, please insert your captain's recommendation letter."

The embedded servo skull in the middle made a stiff mechanical sound.

Louise took out the letter of recommendation with the seal of purity and the autograph of Commodore Edward Perroux, and inserted it into the scanner on the side.

Soon, the screen flashed green.

"Verification completed, Ms. Louise Tavella, the Imperial Navy's Gothic Fleet candidate, please prepare to begin the written test of your naval lieutenant examination."

Soon, the three CRT screens arranged in a circle in front of them slowly displayed a long list of test questions, line by line, from left to right, along with accompanying battle examples drawn from the countless actual combat records of the Imperial Navy over tens of thousands of years.

Then, a piece of parchment floated out from the paper outlet at the bottom of the screen and landed in front of Louise.

The topic involves all aspects of the ship.

Let's start with the simplest practical operation for a candidate officer. When commanding a lance, the target is XXXX kilometers away, the enemy's speed is XXX, the phase heading is XXX, how many degrees per second should the lance turret turn?
Then the difficulty increases. When commanding the Mars IV heavy macrocannon, the target is XXXX kilometers away, the enemy's speed is XXX, the phase heading is XXX, there is a planet with a mass volume of XXXX nearby, and the gravity threshold is XXX. At this time, what should the threshold function formula for hitting the enemy ship's power system be?
Then comes the content about naval lieutenants, which involves a lot of professional knowledge, such as how to coordinate departmental command and division of labor among multiple departments.

For example, serving as a navigation officer of a Dreadnought-class light cruiser equipped with an improved engine and an acceleration of XXX, drawing the shortest interception route for the captain against an attack ship that is XXXX kilometers away, has a speed of XX void knots, and a phase route of XX.

Soon, a layer of sweat appeared on Louise's forehead as her brain was working at high speed. It accumulated more and more, and finally dripped down her pretty face. Her underwear and shirt also became dark due to being soaked.

(End of this chapter)