Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 632 06.0631: "Put Terror on the Agenda"

"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.

Farida's heart skipped a beat, but she did not avoid the gaze of the old man who had the power to decide whether she stayed or left.

[I have no regrets. At least I fought with him on the Epic and overcame difficulties together.]
"Commissioner Farida, do you swear that no matter which warship you are assigned to, you will always ensure that you perform your duties conscientiously and be worthy of the Divine Emperor?"

"I swear." She raised her hand, placed it on her chest, and frowned.

"Very good, then I will read out my decision and your new destination." The old military supervisor deliberately emphasized the word 'new', staring at the expression on Farida's face with sharp eyes. It was as if he was making a judgment on life and death.

The latter's eyelashes trembled slightly and her pink lips were slightly pursed, as if she was facing the final judgment.

Horatio took a deep breath, his fingers unconsciously grasping the hem of his uniform tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"We were the ones who violated the rules in the first place. Their decision now is just to take back something we shouldn't have in the first place. Not being punished is already a privilege." He persuaded himself in his heart.

“Commissioner Farida Hood, former military supervisor of the E-96 attack ship Epic.

She demonstrated her courage and leadership in battle, as well as her growth and critical thinking.”

The old man straightened his back slightly and pronounced in a steady voice: "In order for her to better serve the Divine Emperor, the Abyssal Port Military Supervision Committee has decided..."

Horatio bit his lower lip subconsciously, and his fingers pinching the corner of his clothes began to twist and turn restlessly. His eyes were fixed on the old military supervisor, as if waiting for the decision of fate.

"Promote the Red-level (same level as Navy Captain) Military Supervisor Farida Hood to the Rose-level Military Supervisor—"

There are not many ranks among the military supervisory committee members, and seniority is the main focus.

After graduating from Zhongsi Academy, every Military Supervisor student will first be assigned to a formal Military Supervisor as an intern, with nine people forming a training team. The Navy's trainee uniform is white with gold edges, while the Star Army's trainee uniform has blue borders and student badges.

At this time, they are at the pink level.

Once they are deemed valuable enough, they will officially graduate and begin their careers.

The Navy Military Supervisory Commissioners, starting from the Yanhong level, are at the same level as naval and army captains.

As a lower-level military supervisor, this level means that this person can act independently, run around at the grassroots level, and shuttle through the trenches.

Red-class M.O.s often serve as company-level M.O.s in battalions (if any) and companies under the senior M.O.s of larger Astra Corps regiments, or aboard non-classified ships of the Navy.

When one reaches the Rose-Red level, it means that the person has become a standard military supervisor, assigned to a regular regimental-level unit. This is also the rank of most military supervisors known to the public.

Those of them who are very senior or famous may be allowed to use the courtesy title of "Lord Military Supervisor".

As for the Imperial Navy, they are collectively referred to as "school-level military supervisors". No matter whether it is a battleship or a destroyer, there will be a Rose-level military supervisor beside the captain to supervise.

In some rare cases, a Military Commissioner may be awarded the title of "Cononel-Commissar", allowing him to lead a regiment in two capacities.

Above them, the Astra Militarum also has the "Commissar-Captain", "Lord-Commissar", and the highest "Commissar-General".

The Navy's Military Supervisory Committee, which is somewhat different from the Astra Militarum Military Supervisory Committee system, has different subdivisions. The "Magenta Level" is the same level as the Navy Commodore.

The "Vermillion Class" is of the same rank as a rear admiral and is stationed on the flagship of the rearguard fleet.

The "Scarlet Class" is of the same rank as a vice admiral and is stationed on the flagship of the vanguard fleet.

And the "Scarlet-level" Military Supervisory Commissioner in front of him, who is of the same rank as the admiral, stationed on the flagship of the main fleet, and can also serve as the head of the star zone military supervisory bureau.

But the good news of promotion did not make Farida feel relieved, because this was most likely a preparation for transferring her to a certain classified ship. But she still had a glimmer of hope, after all, the Epic had already become a classified ship.

"The new personnel arrangement will transfer you away from the attack ship E-96."

The words of the verdict were like a heavy hammer that froze the air in an instant. Farida heard the words she least wanted to hear.

Farida opened her mouth and her throat moved a few times, but in the end no sound came out.

The past time she had spent with him on E-96 flashed through her mind. Goodbye, Horatio, goodbye, little Horace. She was about to go to another strange warship, to be separated from the one she loved and who loved her, across the distant and cold sea of ​​stars...

Thinking of this, the sadness and sorrow in Farida's heart surged out from somewhere, as if to swallow her completely.

"Your new ship of duty is the Dreadnought-class MK.2 'Swift Eagle' light cruiser."

['Swift Eagle?']
This familiar ship name made Horatio fall into thought.

[Isn't this my late father's warship? It should be quietly anchored in the harbor, without a captain.]
He suddenly realized something and his eyes quickly turned to Fleet Commander Samuel Hood.

"The Dreadnought-class light cruiser is a great way to travel safely through a dangerous galaxy. It has good armor, two void shields, enough weapons to stand on its own, a speed comparable to that of a destroyer, and torpedoes and warp engines. Ordinary pirates and bandits don't have the courage to confront it head-on.

More importantly, she did not conflict with the commissioning of the Imperial-class battlecruisers.

A special captain carrying out a special mission always needs a fast warship that is easy to travel and a warship that can engage in battle on the battle line. It is also human nature to switch back and forth between the most efficient warships according to different tasks.

The Imperial class has not yet been completely transformed. You can't really drive a small warship across the vast and dangerous sea of ​​stars. It's too dangerous, and your future rank won't allow you to serve on an attack ship anymore."

The old admiral raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashing with a different kind of profound meaning, but he obviously did not intend to tell him the further arrangements of the fleet headquarters before sailing.

"However, since the ship is still under maintenance, you will continue to perform your duties on the original warship until the new warship is put into use. That's it."

Farida's dull eyes regained their spirit, but her legs went weak after experiencing so much ups and downs, and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the Military Supervisor's instinctive discipline helped her through it at the last moment.

Crystal tears filled with astonishment and surprise were swirling in her green eyes. It was all like a roller coaster with ups and downs. Fortunately, this roller coaster finally stopped in a place that was better than the best expectations.

After the two finished speaking, the young lieutenant colonel straightened his chest again, patted his heart hard on his chest, and saluted the admiral. His movements were crisp and his eyes were sharp and excited: "Sir Hood, I will perfectly complete the mission of disrupting the commerce assigned to me by the fleet headquarters! The good days of those blue-blooded aliens sleeping peacefully at night in their home world are over!"

When he said "alien", a cold light flashed in his eyes and his tone became cold and resolute.

“Put terror on the agenda.”

(End of this chapter)