Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 461 06.0460: "The Meaning of Encouragement"

In order to prevent the Epic from being discovered, Joe's youngest son used his body to press the sealing felt on the coolant drain of the Epic.

"I feel some unusual movement around me." The Nicasar observer used his psychic power to sense something and reported to the Tau warrior next to him.

"Really?" The Tau warrior observed the outside of the battleship for a long time.

Old man Joe's youngest son pressed close to the coolant drain of the Epic. Even through a layer of sealing felt and a layer of void suit he had put together, he could still feel the chill of the vaporized coolant.

But the leak was indeed blocked, and without the interference of the refraction of mist sprayed from the hull, the shadow field of the Epic became stable again, and a little man in a void suit was almost impossible to be discovered among so many asteroids at a distance of hundreds of kilometers.

"I think you are wrong. I don't observe anything wrong." The Titanium warrior observed for a long time but found no movement, and the Nicasar observer who found the movement did not feel the previous fluctuations.

"It's possible. I haven't had a break in a long time during patrol."

"You go take your shift and rest. I'll take care of this," the Tau warrior said, taking over the Nikasar's position.

The Nikasar mast ship resumed its patrol, but remained vigilant and sailed away slowly.

The boy used a drill to unscrew the rivet screws, nailed the leak-proof felt in, and then screwed it back on to secure the leak-proof felt so that it would not be blown away by the leaking liquid and vapor.

However, in the weightless void, it is not an easy task to fix such a large piece of leak-proof felt.

Wearing the bulky and leaky space suit, Joe's youngest son could clearly feel that the air pressure was not as high as when he first left the cabin.

It took him fifteen minutes just to secure the four sides of the leak-proof felt.

The boy was extremely nervous, but he didn't dare to breathe, for fear that he would over-consume the oxygen in the disposable respirator and make him last less than half an hour.

He felt sweat in his limbs, and the sound of air leakage made him nervous. The double burden of physical and psychological pressure made his physical strength deplete quickly.

After completing the damage control, he tapped the communicator to signal completion.

He was in the void, and no one inside could hear him even if he shouted.

"He made it! Let's go and meet him."

Old man Qiao's youngest son was floating in the air, grabbing the side of the boat and crawling little by little towards the side shooting hole where he had drilled out.

He had to stay focused. If he was not careful, he would float out without a safety rope and never come back. Wearing this tattered makeshift void suit, he would not be able to hold on until the rescue team arrived.

Just like that, in the feeling of weightless floating that seemed like swimming by feeling the rocks at the bottom of the water, the thin boy crawled along the hull little by little towards the emergency door.

Halfway through the journey, he gradually felt difficulty breathing, and his oxygen reserves were probably running low.

"Hurry up, boy, hurry up!"

Old man Joe leaned out, lay on the shooting hole, and waved his hands towards the outside. Even though he knew the boy couldn't hear him, at least he could see the movements.

"Dad, I'm running out of energy."

He struggled to squeeze out words from between his teeth, but old man Joe couldn't hear what he was saying.

In the cold, the boy's strength was depleted and his hands could no longer hold on to the hull.

"Hold on, kid, we're almost there."

"Alas!"

The younger son, who was weak in his limbs, felt numbness in his hands and feet, and an alarm of insufficient oxygen popped up on his helmet.

His thin body has reached its limit.

At this moment, a rock floating in space smashed into the nearby hull. Although its speed and size were completely harmless to the Epic itself, old man Joe's youngest son was so scared that he rushed towards the shooting hole. As a result, his hand slipped in panic, and not only did he fail to grab the handle, he also pushed himself away from the hull.

[Oh! It's over, Dad, I can't go back.] Seeing himself falling out of the gravity field covering the shooting hole, the youngest son's eyes flashed with despair.

At the critical moment, Old Man Joe threw a slipknot and caught his youngest son's arm! Fortunately, the boy had not fallen out of the Epic's gravity field, so the rope could be thrown out like a cowboy's loop.

"Hurry!" The teammates of the Fifth Damage Control Team worked together to pull the boy back from the void.

The patrol ships that flew over the warships were getting farther and farther away, and the Sky Eagle No. 1 lurking in the void also confirmed the departure of the two patrol ships.

Fasha turned off all the power systems and leaned back in the driver's seat. Veronica was still squatting in the toilet and hadn't come out yet. Apart from the occasional sound of running water, there was no other movement.

Horatio also used the void command skill to confirm the movements of the two mast ships again from Skyhawk One.

When they were finally getting farther and farther away from Skyhawk 1, Epic started its engine again and moved forward slightly.

With the help of precision control rudders and micro-motion vector thrusters, the slender Epic was steered flexibly and carefully through the asteroid belt. After ensuring safety, it drove out of the dangerous asteroid belt and resumed normal navigation.

The technical priests on board the ship brought heavy servitors to perform sheet metal processing on the sunken parts of the battleship, re-installed rivets, and reinforced it again.

"Hiss! Damn, I'm so cold. A-choo!" Old man Qiao's youngest son was wrapped in a woolen blanket, shivering in front of a heat dissipation vent that was blowing hot air, and his nose was running from sneezing.

"Boy, you've done a great job." The damage control team member next to him teased and rubbed his rooster-like Mohawk vigorously. It was not so easy to rub it later.

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"The officer is here!"

The sailors shouted, and the damage control team members jumped up from their lazy sitting positions and stood upright along the wall reflexively.

Under the escort of sailors, Leidos came over with a boatswain.

"I'm here to convey the captain's personal commendation and encouragement."

Leidos took out a data pad from under his armpit, stared at his youngest son and said, "Although this is just a minor damage control operation, your courage and spirit to serve the collective at the risk of sacrificing yourself are worthy of praise.

Therefore, the captain has awarded you the "Iron Courage Sky Eagle" medal as an encouragement. This medal is used to recognize an act of daring to sacrifice oneself for the collective spirit. "

Amid the warm applause of the damage control team members, old man Joe's youngest son stared at the iron Sky Eagle Medal in front of him with his eyes wide open.

All his memories of the elders who had raised him were about how he was caught by the hive police and thrown into jail for stealing because he was hungry, and how he was bullied and insulted. This was the first time in his life that he had received official praise.

A strange sense of excitement ignited in the skinny boy's heart.

"Silly boy, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and thank the captain and the superiors!" Old man Joe slapped his youngest son.

"Thank...thank you, Captain and sir!" He imitated the army and saluted in an irregular way, his face flushed and hesitant, then he took the medal from the boatswain.

"The captain said that as long as anyone serves the Imperial Navy wholeheartedly and performs their duties diligently for the warship they serve, the Imperial Navy and Speyer's descendants will never treat any of you unfairly.

All members of the Fifth Damage Control Team can choose an extra dish tonight, or an extra glass of Grog when they are off duty."

"Oh!! Long live the captain! Long live the sir!" The damage control team members cheered excitedly.

"Hey, kid, you've made great progress. Keep it. This is a medal. Do you know how valuable a medal is?
Good stuff, in the Empire, if you have one of these, the hive police will salute you when they see you." Old man Joe patted his youngest son on the shoulder and said happily.

The boy's eyes lit up as he put the medal on the chest of his ill-fitting sailor suit.

From that day on, he always wore the medal on his chest, even when he slept.

Later, when people saw Old Man Joe's youngest son, they found that he was no longer as timid as before, always feeling inferior to others.

Every time he was either actively cleaning the lower deck of the battleship, or enthusiastically asking people if there was any work he could help with. He learned the craft more diligently, and as long as it was something he could learn, he would try to learn it well.

Like other people of this age, I have endless motivation and drive.

For him, Epic has become the most worthwhile group home in his life to which he should devote his efforts.

(End of this chapter)