Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 559 06.0558: "Strategy for Ship Management"

Horatio sat on the adamantium command throne, using eye capture and motion capture devices to swipe various data on the three rows of screens in front of him.

Since entering the subspace, various abnormal events have occurred on the battleship, which are much more numerous than in the physical universe, and these events cannot be taken lightly, as they may cause the current situation to get out of control at any time.

"Captain, the latest emergency situation is that a pipeline explosion occurred in the 6th power supply sector of the Geller Force Field." The first captain's voice skipped over several messages to be reported according to priority and reached his ears at the first time.

When he heard the word 'Geller force field', his brows furrowed.

During navigation in the subspace, accidents could happen anywhere, except for the Geller force field, which must be foolproof.

"What caused it and how many casualties were there?"

"Chief Technical Priest Ratti is investigating the accident scene. One person has been killed and two have been injured."

"It must be treated as the highest priority. The Epic is a new ship and its equipment cannot have suffered from aging accidents."

"what do you mean……?"

"Beware of sabotage, Archie. This is a special period, and anything is possible. We have to be vigilant even against kind and loyal people." Horatio's sharp eyes looked at the red warning coming from the sixth power supply zone of the Geller Force Field on the screen.

According to the ship design, there are a total of eight sections on the ship that provide energy to the Geller force field from the engine group. In addition, the Mechanicus has a habit of multiple redundancy, so even if four of the energy supply sections, that is, half of them, are lost and stopped, the other four energy supply sections can still maintain the operation of the Geller force field.

But if the number of energy supply zones is less than four, then the bow force field of the Epic will be weakened. That is the torpedo launch compartment, and after it is contaminated by the subspace, it is hard to say what will grow inside.

"In the ever-changing tides of the warp, such hardships would drive an ordinary man to madness, or even cause him to fall into the clutches of the evil gods he once fought against.

Not everyone has such strong willpower, especially among these 13,000 people, many of the new recruits have never experienced the warp voyage, and they cannot become true sea wolves without the experience of the High Heaven, so they may collapse at any time. "

Horatio's eyes became sharp. "We cannot underestimate the threat posed by the Chaos Gods, especially since we are in their territory. This is their home turf, and anything is possible."

"clear."

"That's right, Archie."

"Captain, what are your orders?"

"My accountant reported to me that we only loaded half of the supplies before we set off, and this amount can last at least one and a half months in the physical universe.

Now we have to adopt the alternative of halving the ration in the subspace and replacing the rest with hydroponic nutrient algae.

Although this plan can improve our self-sustaining ability, after all, we don’t know when we can get out.

We are now in our third month on board the ship, and our inventory is running low, with little food left.

In this situation, I would like to take measures to further extend the ship's self-sustaining capability."

"Go ahead, Captain."

"Before returning to the physical universe, the ordering system for officers and warrant officers will be cancelled. The meal standards for the entire ship will be in accordance with the subspace navigation standards of second-class sailors. Officers will also eat the same meals as ordinary crew members, starting with me.

As for officers who are pregnant or have just given birth, additional meal allowances can be given.

At the same time, we asked officers from each department to eat directly in the dining hall of their own department, so that the sailors and soldiers could see that we were eating the same food. "

"Understood, Captain."

As a time traveler, Horatio knew very well that when the road was uncertain and the situation was becoming increasingly critical, the most taboo thing was to "not worry about the scarcity but the inequality". If jealousy and distrust were allowed to spread, they would die from internal disputes before their supplies were truly exhausted.
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"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

Amid the shouting of the apron-wearing accountant and the ringing of the bell, the crew members who were getting off work, sweating profusely and with their stomachs rumbling with hunger, swarmed in and drooled reflexively at the ringing of the bell.

"Oh, the food is getting worse and worse. There's hardly any meat in the form of chunks. Give us more minced meat. You know how tired the engine room crew is." A man said with a smile, looking at the food on his plate.

"You are tired, but who isn't? The quota is recorded, and we have to follow it." The accountant had seen this kind of smooth talk before, so he directly refused, "Next, next."

"Then give me an extra spoonful of soup."

"Oh, I really can't do anything with you, just this time, don't bother me later." The accountant skimmed a layer of floating oil from the surface of the soup barrel and poured it on the rice on the plate. Before sailing, Horatio compromised on the choice of staple carbohydrates. Flour was a little troublesome, but indispensable, so he brought half of it to make long-lasting pasta such as navy hard biscuits.

We also have potatoes, but they need to take up space in the low-temperature freezer, and they are not durable and easily sprout, so we don’t bring many of them.

Finally, he compromised and chose pearl rice produced in Aurora as his first choice of staple food. It did not need to be fermented into pastries like flour, and was more durable than potatoes. The only drawback was that non-Aurora crew members were not used to eating it, unless they scooped a spoonful of soup or oil on the rice to change its taste.

“Are the granary reserves getting smaller and smaller now?”

"The officers eat the same food as us! Don't ask about the extras. Next!"

"Hey, the food storage of the Epic is visibly running out." The man who successfully got some benefits sat in the seat usually occupied by his team members, shaking his head and complaining about the increasingly monotonous and dwindling food in the bowl.

"Eat it. It's no better than making corpse starch every day under the hive." The sailor at the opposite table sighed and said.

"Yeah, it's been so long, I almost forgot what corpse starch tastes like."

"It's not much better than nutrient algae anyway."

"Hey, push! Push harder! I'll bet this cookie that this black-headed maggot is faster!"

"Bullshit, mine is obviously faster. I'll bet you this half potato."

At a nearby table, sailors were placing bets on black-headed maggots on stale biscuits to see which maggot would push faster.

This was one of the few fun things in the boring warp voyage.

“I don’t know when I can get out.”

"Is it possible that I can't get out?"

"Don't talk nonsense." A sailor warned as he watched a thin, unfamiliar young man sitting down.

"Which group is he in?"

"It seems to be the sixth energy supply zone of the Geller force field."

"The one that just had an explosion and killed someone? God Emperor, please don't let any more accidents happen."

"Eat yours."

"Hey, this algae tastes terrible, it's slimy, like it's been watered... ugh."

Suddenly, the thin young man sitting next to them spoke with a gloomy face: "Guys, have you ever thought about why we work so hard and only have these slimy algae to eat."

The thin young man's words were so shocking that the sailors next to him even stopped fighting maggots. They looked at him with doubt in their eyes, wanting to hear what he had to say.

“Why are we eating worse and worse?
Because the officers have diverted our food to their own secret supply depots. They have so few people and we have so many people. As long as they deduct part of the rations that should belong to us, the officers will be able to eat and drink enough. "

The two sailors who sat closest to him looked at each other and burst into laughter: "Isn't it normal for officers to eat well?"

"No!" The thin young man's face remained unmoved, and he continued, "We all serve in the Imperial Navy together, but when we are in danger, our rations are cut again and again, while the officers' lives are still extravagant and licentious.

They feed their fat cattle with our rations, and dine like kings on fresh steaks, and then have the divine daughters of the Emperor dance for them while they eat."

"Who told you that?" a sailor asked, craning his neck.

"I saw it with my own eyes! They lead such a dissolute life, but are unable to fulfill their duties. They only know how to add more burdens to us in the name of justice. To this day, we can't find a way to get rid of the Supreme Heaven. If they had just fulfilled their duties, we wouldn't have stayed here for so long!"

The sailors looked at each other and fell silent. No one agreed or refuted.

"I heard from the accountant that all officers have been downgraded to the meal standard of second-class sailors." Finally, a sailor said.

"Lies! Have you ever seen a naval officer willing to eat what they consider to be pig food?
If you don't believe it, you can go to the government office and be a waiter and see what they eat!"

(End of this chapter)