Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 631 06.0630: "Her Growth and Departure"

Next to the fleet command throne, bright lights were cast onto the huge star map, creating a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

The fleet commander, the two people he summoned, and the staff officers gathered in front of the star map to discuss the next action plan.

"Dear war hero, Lord Cochrane, I will explain the details of this mission on behalf of the admiral." A fleet staff officer stood beside the table and said with a smile.

He swept his eyes over everyone present, tapping the document on the table with the pointer in his hand: "The excellent performance of the Bayonet-class attack ship is obvious to all, and the mass production plan is being pushed forward in full swing.

In the subsequent plan, the Naval Operations Command hopes to let the Bayonet class play the role of a long-range cruiser attack ship, truly fulfilling the mission of "long-range cruiser attack" in her name. We want to threaten the home world of the Tau Empire and force their guardian fleet to return to defend.

This way, we can seize the opportunity to retake more worlds occupied by aliens."

Horatio stood beside the star map, leaning forward slightly, his eyes deep, staring at the star map in front of him thoughtfully.

"It's a bold decision, but not reckless." Horatio crossed his arms, frowned slightly and thought, then said, "If I were a member of the Ether Committee, once I realized that the enemy had threatened my doorstep, I would definitely not care about the expansion plan at hand, and would return to defense as quickly as possible."

"That's right." Samuel Hood nodded and said, "For this debut, the Fleet Command hopes that the most outstanding attack ship captains can achieve the most amazing results.

At present, 15 Bayonet-class ships have arrived in this airspace for service. They are all produced in an expedited manner from Connor. Like the Epic, they are all Type IX models upgraded from Type VII attack ships. "

As he spoke, he raised his hand to signal his staff, who immediately switched the star map to show the headquarters' detailed plan for long-range attack ships to make long-distance raids outside the gate world of the T'au Empire.

"This is the star map of the gate world of the T'au Empire."

The fleet commander looked at Horatio, his eyes full of trust and expectation, "You have been appointed by the expedition's general staff as the commander of the first show of attacking the world of the Tau. All 15 long-range attack ships will obey your orders, five of which will be members of your first squadron.

Your mission is to spread terror around the Home World as much as possible, to terrify the Tau people and make them realize that even the Home World they claim to be indestructible is no longer safe.

This forced the Ether Council to mobilize the annoying Guardian Fleet to defend their home world, leaving the southern front empty-handed.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be your last mission of this expedition."

"The last mission?" Horatio seemed to have guessed something, but the specific content of this guess was not suitable for him to say.

"Yes, this involves a new arrangement of the Naval Council."

The fleet commander leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and said, "The Gothic Fleet will not let a rough diamond waste its life on a mundane mission that most captains can complete.

Once you've proven yourself, Fleet Gothic has plans for you.

This war with the blue-blooded aliens will continue, but by then, your current mission will be over. Go back and leave the matters here to me."

"Admiral, could you tell me a little about the new arrangements?" Horatio could no longer suppress his anticipation, so he leaned forward slightly and asked in a low voice.

"Admiral George Anson, the president of Abridar Loyal Academy and chairman of the Gothic Fleet Development Committee, has authorized a top-secret mission. You will know about it when you return.

He said himself that in this unprecedented change, only you can accomplish this task. "

The fleet commander looked serious, his eyes revealing mystery and expectation.

Then, Samuel Hood took a deep breath and slowly turned his gaze to his niece who was standing straight.

In the command room, the light shone softly on his face, and at this moment his face was full of relief: “Oh, my dear niece, I’m glad to see that you are safe.

After learning that you and Lieutenant Colonel Cochrane had been forced to leave the battle and lost contact, I lost my appetite for a long time and my brows were furrowed.

Until today, when I saw that you were safe and sound, and even created a great feat on the battlefield, I finally felt relieved.

Well, more than that, I was filled with joy and great happiness.

I also heard from the Fleet Security Committee Chairman that after the captain told you to prepare for evacuation, you did not panic at all and did not over-interpret the order.

Instead, they quickly arranged the responsibilities of various positions in the Supervisory Department to ensure that inspections at various positions could continue in an orderly manner during critical moments, and dispatched sailors to check that all evacuation corridors were unobstructed.

He stayed beside the evacuation cabin on the bridge and organized the ship's missionary nuns and other important non-combat personnel to board the escape cabin first, but he himself never set foot in the evacuation cabin.

We did not act on our own initiative or let our emotions get the better of us. We strictly waited for the captain to officially issue the order to abandon ship before deciding whether to evacuate."

An old but energetic and capable man walked over, leaning on a cane with the Sky Eagle emblem on it. He was dressed in a neat uniform and several scarlet skull medals dangling on his chest.

Farida and Horatio immediately recognized who the visitor was. This old man was the representative of the Military Supervisory Committee of Abyss Port, Lord (an honorary title) Military Supervisor - Willy Smith.

"To be honest, among the military supervisors I have met, only those who have lived for more than five years and finally promoted to senior military supervisors can see such qualities. Many young military supervisors, upon hearing the captain's request for evacuation preparations, are either the first to run away, or fanatically want to kill the captain, which is not advisable."

Farida showed more respect. The man in front of her was a senior military supervisor of the fleet and a recognized leader in the Abyss Port Military Supervisory Committee.

[It's over. If he's here, my relationship with Horatio will definitely be known... Then I'm afraid we'll have to separate.] A trace of sadness flashed in the girl's eyes. "Old Willy and I have been working together for more than 40 years, and we have always focused on the collaboration between the two of you.

This will determine whether you can stay on Mr. Horatio's warship, Farida.

The relationship between the two of you is no secret." Samuel Hood said with narrowed eyes.

“During this battle, your and Lieutenant Colonel Horatio’s calmness saved many lives.

If you rush to evacuate, your escape pod may be accidentally destroyed in a firefight or hit by debris.

But if we refuse to evacuate, and something happens to the Epic, our joy will be replaced by silence." The old military supervisor commented on the consequences of the two actions one by one.

"Report, Admiral, Commissioner. As a member of the Military Supervisory Committee, I should have my own independent thinking and decision-making standards to better serve the Epic and the Divine Emperor. This is also what Military Supervisor Melina taught me."

Farida lowered her head slightly, thinking of the senior in the golden and white uniform, and the corners of her mouth rose with nostalgia: "The captain and the military supervisor are independent entities with power and duties. The military supervisor should give way to the captain's orders under normal circumstances, unless there is real disloyalty. The military supervisor should set an example and do what is most beneficial to His Majesty the Divine Emperor.

I understand that the captain does not need to explain his decisions to me.

Horatio's announcement of the evacuation was also a final preparation for the crisis, not a loss of courage.

I confess that he never considered whether he could leave the Epic alive. "

Having said this, Farida glanced at the people around her, and a trace of resentment towards her husband flashed in her blue eyes.

"Those who can only use bolt guns to blow people's heads off will either be sent to the Penalty Battalion or become a dead statistic in a battle due to an 'enemy attack' from behind. We must perform our duties in the most subtle and appropriate way.

Only when others respect the Military Supervisory Committee from the bottom of their hearts can we make good use of the currency of the Divine Emperor and play a greater role.

Only by trusting and understanding each other with the Captain can we join forces, overcome all obstacles, brave the storm, and weather the crisis together, and jointly make the Sword of the Emperor of God more powerful."

Horatio looked at Farida's answer, and the expression on his face suppressed the astonishment in his heart.

[She really changed after becoming a mother. She didn’t become stupid for three years as the saying goes. She really became clear-headed and wise!]
"Well, that's very well said." Admiral Samuel Hood nodded slightly, his eyes full of appreciation, "I can see that you have grown in this accident.

You are no longer as reckless as before, but more steady in your actions. You are now much more mature than before. I see the shadow of my brother in you, your father, an excellent and efficient imperial soldier."

He nodded frequently, his eyes revealing recognition and pride in his niece's growth.

"That's right, Admiral, I have learned a lot." Farida said softly. She turned her head slightly and glanced at the young man beside her. There was a rare tenderness in her eyes, and her intellectual smile carried a hint of indescribable emotion and relief.

"I used to be withdrawn, arrogant, and fragile. I couldn't control myself and always dealt with problems based on my emotions. This caused me to lose many precious things and made you worry about me.

Today, I am a military supervisor, the ruler of the Emperor of God. I will be responsible for the warship, the Gothic Fleet, and the great Lord of Humanity with absolute calmness." Her tone was firm and steady, and her eyes revealed a sense of mission.

"I'm glad you have such an awareness, kid." Admiral Samuel Hood nodded with satisfaction and said, "I used to be very worried about your family environment and your untouchable characteristics, fearing that these would affect your life.

Many people have expressed to me their concerns about your future, and I have always answered, 'She will live freely until she sees the light of redemption in her life'.

You see, you finally encountered the bright light of salvation.

I am glad that you have met the right and unique person, with his help and guidance you have walked on the right path and are working together for the sacred cause.

Your father, my dear brother, Alexander Hood, would be very pleased to see you now.

You have grown into the person he most wants to see: strong, calm, thoughtful, and responsible.

If he could see you now, he would have no regrets."

"My father, is he okay?" Farida asked softly with a hint of worry in her eyes, and a hint of uneasiness in her voice.

Admiral Samuel Hood sighed again, his eyes full of sadness and helplessness: "Don't worry, he will be fine."

Upon hearing this, Farida bit her lip. She understood the meaning behind this sentence and did not ask any more questions.

"It's okay, Farida."

Horatio took a light step forward with his left foot, and gently held the right pinky finger of the blonde female military supervisor with his left pinky finger, "The galaxy is vast, I will find a way to wake up Sir Alexander Hood."

His tone was serious and firm, because he was not just comforting himself out of thin air, but really intended to take action for it.

Farida's face showed a melancholy look. She turned her head slightly to look at him, and forced a bitter but warm and touching smile. Her green eyes sparkled like bright stars, and she said softly: "I believe in you, Horatio. I believe you can do it."

"I still need to interrupt. Ladies and gentlemen, the assessment on whether Military Inspector Hood should stay or go has come to an end." The old military inspector's eyes had opened at some point, and his hoarse and old voice fitly inserted into the conversation, attracting everyone's attention.

(End of this chapter)