Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 598 06.0597: "I accept your cooperation price"

In the captain's office.

There were already several empty bottles of fruit wine in front of the Gray Claws.

"It's been a long time since I tasted the fruit wine produced in the Garden World." Gray Claw Chapter Master Neff burped and said nostalgically, "Once upon a time, we were born from the most affluent families in Holy Terra. We swore to give up everything we had and devote ourselves completely to the Legion."

"But the Lord of Crows sent us to the edge of the distant Ghoul Star Cluster. In that border where there is no time cycle, we were ordered to guard the border of mankind there and we were not allowed to return without his order."

"Is this the reason why you secede from the Empire and do not join the heresy?"

Archie refilled Nev's glass. "In your hearts, Corax's orders take precedence over service to the God-Emperor himself?"

“When I was just a warrior, I naively thought that we were just sent to the border, but after that, even during the Horus Heresy, we did not receive any orders from the Lord of Ravens.

It was then that I realized that we were abandoned.

Now that Corax is dead, there will be no more Raven Lords to order us back home, and we live by our own code.

We will live free, or we will all die fighting to live free.

We have no burden, no glory, the fate of the Ash Claw is carved by ourselves.

Where is your captain?

As long as it is profitable, we have no objection to cooperating with you."

Then the man chuckled. "It's much easier to deal with us than with those inhuman bastards."

"I have no comment on this. The captain is on his way. Just now... there was a small incident, but it's nothing. The captain has already solved it. He ordered me to entertain you all here first." The first captain said politely and asked the servants to present the food again to entertain these soldiers who had just returned to the real universe from the subspace.

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The hatch finally opened, and Horatio walked in with the sharks. The sharks' heavy boots pounded on the ground, as if they were deliberately sending some kind of signal to the Gray Claws.

Perhaps what's more important is to overwhelm the opponent with momentum.

"To make a long story short, everyone, we are carrying out a top-secret military mission. However, it is a bit difficult for the Epic to complete this mission successfully with its own strength, so the more coordinated ships the better."

“The White Shark doesn’t need you to give us anything, we will help you complete this mission.

But if you are willing to pay extra, we can exchange it for some good stuff from our inventory," Tiberius promised.

"What about you? Gray Claws." Horatio said to the burly men wearing steel power armor.

"Don't expect to impress the Ash Claw with the yellow and white goods traded by mortals."

After patiently waiting for Graypaw to finish, Horatio snapped his fingers.

Lati led two mechanical servants and dragged over a cart of Space Marine equipment.

"Here are ten complete sets of power armor and weapons and equipment, enough to arm ten warriors. As a gift for our cooperation, I will give them to you directly."

[If I don't give you some benefits, you still think I can't afford to pay my wages.]
"As for gene seeds, after the matter is completed, I can give you 20 gene seeds, plus 50 sets of space warriors' complete weapons and equipment..."

"20 gene seeds?" Gray Claws Chapter Master Neff was not as arrogant as Tiberius. Upon hearing this, his eyes widened and he leaned forward: "How come you have so many gene seeds?"

20 gene seeds mean that 20 Space Marines can be selected from the young children of the chapter's servants to make up for the losses of the chapter.

At the same time, the 20 gene seeds of the recruits can be used to create the next batch of recruits after they mature! This is why the Astartes attach great importance to gene seeds.

As long as the gene seed survives, they will have a constant supply of new blood joining the battle group. Even if there are only 20 of them, it is enough to forge a company within a hundred years.

As for equipment, this is what the Ash Claws lack the most. Their old MK.III Steel Power Armor has been in service for too long. When they were driven out after the Battle of Gate 42, the Legion had not even begun to mass-produce the best MK.IV (4) Extreme Power Armor during the Great Crusade, let alone the MKVI (6) Raven Armor, which reached its peak during the Siege of Terra.

Therefore, as part of the Raven Guard, the Ash Claws still wear the iron power armor that was popularized in the early days of the Great Crusade.

"I have no information about its origin, but I guarantee that this batch of gene seeds is well preserved, and no signs of contamination or mutation have been detected."

"You made a very straightforward offer, Captain. We don't like bargaining either, and we like to do business with people as straightforward as you." Nev glanced at Tiberius, and his teasing remarks seemed to have other implications.

Well, he must be very unhappy with the sharks' bargaining and backstabbing during the transaction.

Tiberius sat on a specially reinforced storage box and snorted with disdain. He didn't even bother to look at Neff and didn't think there was anything wrong with his way of doing things.

"As for the sharks, after the operation is over, we may be able to discuss the matter of 'grey tax' in detail."

"As long as you bring something that interests us enough, our treasure trove can offer any price."
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E-110 attack ship, aboard the Red October.

"We have arrived at the airspace controlled by you according to the coordinates. Where are you?" the traitor asked angrily to the blue-blooded man on the holographic screen.

For so long after he shot his commander and rebelled, the entire imperial fleet was hunting him down everywhere. He had to live in hiding, and the supplies on the ship were gradually running out.

In order to buy the loyalty of the crew, the traitor ignored the advice of the accountant and distributed excess supplies at the beginning of the rebellion.

This supply policy, which was designed simply to win people's hearts rather than maintain navigation, made the already tight logistics compartments of the initial model attack ship even worse.

The morale of the crew went from being excited and nervous about the new world to becoming negative and sluggish at the beginning.

They ate the tasteless and monotonous food in stock all day long, and when they encountered the Imperial Fleet they could only hide in the shadows, not daring to make a sound, and were in a state of constant fear.

The crew's doubts about the captain grew louder and louder, and distrust and preparations for mutiny intensified among the crew.

And this traitor, Marco Shoggoth, has not yet gained any benefit from the Tau people.

He looks like a clown.

Shoggoth gulped down a big gulp of wine and threw the bottle onto the holographic display console, splashing the projected image.

"I've waited long enough! The body of the Military Supervisor has rotted into a skeleton!" He drunkenly pointed at the rotten face of the alien on the hologram and roared like a beast, "When will your people come!"

"I have sent you the coordinates. You must arrive at the designated location. We are currently on a warp course and cannot change the destination."

"I'll give you one last chance! If you can't arrive on time! Then I would rather be burned to ashes with the information you want than give it to you!" He roared angrily, while the commerce commander on the screen still had a blank expression on his face, as if he was looking at a mad beast in a cage.

"I told you we would come, so stop complaining to me."

As soon as the words fell, the communication was cut off.

Marco Hugos, wearing a stained captain's uniform, sat down on a peeling paint chair, as if the roar just now had exhausted his last bit of strength.

He grabbed the empty bottle and listlessly poured it into his mouth. However, his shaking arms made it impossible to pour the remaining wine into his mouth, and it spilled all over his face.

"Ah! Fuck you!" Shoggoth wiped his wet face with his dirty sleeve and wiped the wine off his face. When he raised the bottle again, there was no drop left in it.

"Damn it! Even you failed at the critical moment!" He cursed loudly, and suddenly grabbed the wine bottle and smashed it against the bulkhead. The bottle shattered instantly, and the flying glass fragments splashed on his face. He felt a burning pain and streams of blood slowly flowed down.

"Ah! Damn it! Why is everything against me! Ah!!!"

They were smashing things in the captain's room, and the sounds of vases breaking, cloth being torn, and women screaming mixed together.

(End of this chapter)