Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 541 Destiny
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"Report! Sir. The weapons of the entire fleet have been fully loaded, and the weapon operators are on standby around the clock. Once the attack order is issued, the weapons will be quickly activated."

"Very good. Let's send our own people to the star port to transport supplies and prevent the Eleventh Legion from coming up."

"Yes, my lord."

The captain was handling various matters on the command deck.

The entire fleet is on standby.

Looking at the inner harbor of the giant starport where the fleet was located, as well as the huge patrol fleet of the original mother planet outside the entrance and exit of the starport, the captain couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"It will be troublesome if a fight breaks out."

"Even if we take the risk of emergency jump, I'm afraid several warships will be destroyed here."

"The Lord of the White Knights said that there might be a fight in this galaxy... I don't know what orders he received..."

"Don't fight... The Think Tank Fleet doesn't have many warships... It's like hitting a rock with an egg..."

"Caliban bless you."

"..."

As the captain was muttering to himself, a snowstorm started blowing on the command deck.

The moment he saw the snowflakes, the captain immediately pointed to the person in charge of the engine in the corner, preparing to give the evacuation order while also watching the wind and snow.

Qin Xia walked out of the snow, alone.

The Captain was still pointing at the officer in charge of the engines, and still looking at the Lord of the White Knights.

"It's okay." The wind and snow behind Qin Xia suddenly disappeared, "We can leave now."

The captain then put down his arms, frowned and thought...

Considering that the Lord of the White Knights said on the way to the galaxy: "After arriving at the home planet of the eleventh Primarch, we will enter a state of concealed combat readiness."

Also considering that the Lord of the White Knights has now returned and said that everything is fine.

And the previous involvement of the Think Tank fleet in the operation to pick up Magnus.

It took the captain less than two seconds to determine the truth: the Lord of the White Knight came here probably to examine No. 11, and if it was determined that there was something wrong with him, he would take him away, just like he took Magnus away.

Now that the Lord of the White Knights has returned alone, everything is indeed fine.

"Prepare to sail." The captain breathed a sigh of relief and continued to give orders to the engine manager.

The order was immediately executed, and the entire fleet began the departure procedure, gradually leaving the giant starport and arriving at Mandeville Point.

Before embarking on a subspace voyage, some preparations need to be made, such as lowering the porthole covers and notifying the sailors to gather together and try not to be alone.

And most importantly, ask the Lord of the White Knight what his next plan is.

"Sir, shall we return to Nuceria?" asked the captain.

Qin Xia nodded.

The captain was even more relieved - because the Think Tank Fleet would no longer have to carry out missions similar to the Review of No. 11, and would be far away from the front line of the fleet led by Horus in the Great Crusade.

The fleet prepared itself and entered the warp, and was pushed towards Nuceria by the torrent of psychic energy summoned by Qin Xia.

Qin Xia was still on the command deck. At the same time, more than a hundred officers came from outside the command deck, saluted Qin Xia and the captain respectively, and then gathered together.

On the command deck, the direct superiors of the instrument and equipment operators also gathered together with others.

Looking at these people, Qin Xia was a little confused.

"Today is a routine meeting, held once a month."

Although he was sure that the Lord of the White Knights probably wouldn't attend the meeting, the captain still asked, "Are you attending?"

Qin Xia nodded. Anyway, there was nothing to do next, only the boring journey, and the think tank's affairs were also handled by Varestis and others. He could only read some books and help Olivia do some experiments. It would be better to participate.

Then Qin Xia realized that he had never attended routine meetings before. He had free time, but he missed it every time because he happened to have something to do.

"Please." The captain made a gesture of invitation, then led the way and entered the conference room connected to the command deck with everyone else.

There were no chairs in the conference room, only a holographic projection showing a star map.

Because all serious matters other than routine meetings will be handled on the command deck, the conference room layout is very simple.

Qin Xia came to the holographic imaging device as usual for combat meetings, and so did the captain.

The other officers surrounded Qin Xia and the holographic imaging equipment in circles according to their military ranks.

"How's the gun deck?"

"Kurt Summer, the officer in charge of the port gun deck, and Kurt Case, the officer in charge of the starboard gun deck, please report."

The captain asked the question as if he was following a procedure, and at the same time glanced at Qin Xia. Considering that the Lord of the White Knight might not know who was in charge of the artillery deck, he specifically mentioned the name.

The two brother officers in charge of the left and right gun decks stepped forward, saluted the Lord of the White Knights, then saluted the captain, and then reported: "Everything is normal."

The captain then asked about the condition of other parts of the ship.

The officers all replied that everything was normal.

In essence, routine meetings are just a procedure, but the Imperial Navy Department has a rule that requires everyone to gather together regularly every month to talk.

If anything really happened, the people below would report it to the captain immediately and would not leave it until now to be resolved.

As this process was going on, Qin Xia discovered that he only knew a dozen people present.

The White Knight, the fleet, and all the tedious and boring affairs are handled by the captain of the White Knight and the commander of the think tank fleet. Qin Xia does not know how to deal with these trivial matters, so naturally he will not know those non-command deck officers who come over every day to ask for money or people.

If someone else were the captain, Qin Xia would not be so lax about the warship and fleet affairs.

But... the captain of the White Knight is so useful. He handles everything in an orderly manner. Although he is nepotistic, he does put people in the right places.

And he is also very trustworthy.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qin Xia said with a smile.

The captain knew which part of the hard work was being referred to.

He first exhaled lightly and nodded subconsciously, then shook his head vigorously: "I am just dealing with some fleet matters, and I am not as hard-working as you."

Qin Xia nodded silently.

He had nothing to reward the captain. First of all, he was the captain of the White Knight heavy cruiser, and secondly, the commander of the Think Tank Fleet. He was a high-ranking official. This was the limit of being an official. There was nothing left for him to give in terms of wealth and power. Qin Xia moved his eyes away from the captain and scanned the others with the idea of ​​getting acquainted with them.

The officers were generally very old, and even the youngest had wrinkles all over their faces.

This is normal, because each of them is the manager of various departments of the White Knight, and is second only to the captain in terms of seniority, ability and status to be able to enter here to attend the meeting.

There was one exception, however.

He was a very young man, standing in the corner of the conference room, far away from Qin Xia.

"Who is he?" Qin Xia asked.

The captain had not mentioned this man's name just now, so he explained: "Far. From the gun deck, meeting room management."

Fal saluted when his eyes met Qin Xia's, and now he saluted again when he heard the captain mention him.

"He's from the lower gun deck, and comes from a family of light spear operators. He's definitely reliable. He's also quite capable, and graduated with top honors at the ship's officer school, so I specifically promoted him to conference room management."

"He is very young and needs more experience."

Qin Xia looked at the young man, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The Lord of the White Knight suddenly thought of something.

Although he didn't deal much with ship and fleet affairs, he still had some understanding of personnel matters.

There is a naval academy on the White Knight. When the fleet went to Terra, the captain went to the Imperial Navy Agency to ask for permission to build the school.

New officers of the ships and think tank fleets will be trained in the school and assigned to various parts of the ships after graduation.

And this young man in front of him, he has excellent grades and strong abilities, and at a young age he was appreciated by the captain and became an officer's conference room manager.

This is such a talented person. His job is to manage the conference room, and his benefit is that he can stay in the conference room during meetings.

At most, you can see the Lord of the White Knight...that's all.

If the Lord of the White Knights hadn't mentioned him at this time, he would be no different from most of the people on those ships - unknown. When he saw the think tank when he was going to do something, he stood against the wall with the others.

While Qin Xia was thinking about this, Fal's eyes lit up and he smiled.

The young man was very clear about everything, but he was not only satisfied with everything he got, but also deeply proud of it.

Farr was simply from a family that had lived under the Lightspear for generations. His family had made great achievements in the Battle of Ullanor and was able to send the smartest children in their family to the Naval Academy.

Farr didn't have any pursuits, ideals, or ambitions... He just hoped to graduate from the Naval Academy and become an officer as his family wished. If he was even luckier, he would become a senior officer who could see what the Lord of the White Knights looked like and become a superior person.

Then, during every holiday, he would return to the Spear of Light and tell his family members about the Lord of the White Knights' manners and words - details that were not included in the propaganda posters and news.

Until one day many years later... when Farr stood on the command deck to accept the transfer of power from the captain, he would recall this moment in his youth and sigh at the wonder of fate.

"Fal will gradually learn all kinds of affairs on the ship, pass several assessments, and eventually become a qualified World Eaters Legion naval fleet officer." The captain guessed what Qin Xia was thinking, so he took the initiative to explain.

Qin Xia knew it, nodded silently and said nothing more.

"His fate has changed because of you." The captain added, "The fate of everyone on the White Knight has changed because of you."

"Destiny?" Qin Xia looked at the captain.

The captain nodded and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Yes. If the Lion King had not given this battleship to his brother, and this battleship had not had the honor of becoming your flagship, it would have been just one of the battleships in the Dark Angels Legion, buried in a war with a huge disparity in strength."

"Crash into an enemy ship, crash into a huge void facility... or smash into a planet."

The captain's next sentence was a complaint against the Dark Angels.

"You are not the only ones whose fate I have changed." Qin Xia thought of everyone in the World Devourer Legion. "It is my honor and my pursuit to change the fate of others."

The captain saluted.

When Qin Xia was sighing about "fate" in his heart, the captain asked again: "If everything is settled, what will you do?"

"I don't know." Qin Xia said, "I really have never thought about this matter carefully. What about you?"

The captain was also taken aback by the question, and after careful thought, he answered seriously: "I have already obtained everything I want... my wife, and status, so when everything is over, I will choose to raise Osiris, and then die peacefully with my wife."

The captain paused, a smile forming on his face.

That is the smile of having achieved everything that one wants, with only satisfaction and pride left, "I am only a mortal after all, and this is my destiny."

"You are an ordinary yet extraordinary mortal." Qin Xia nodded, "Wilson. I admire you very much."

The captain nodded, his expression indescribable.

"Wilson isn't your name? Then why did your wife yell at you by that name when she was scolding you?"

"My Lord... Wilson is a word on Caliban, which means something like 'toad'. She always felt that it was a bit unfair for a knight like me to end up in the hands of a servant of the Knights, so she called Wilson as my name this time."

"I see. So what's your real name?"

"My parents were eaten by a giant beast when they were supposed to name me. My name was given by Luther, the king... the king-like knight."

The captain suddenly had an idea.

"It doesn't matter. Since you once thought Wilson was my name, then this is my name. It is equivalent to being given a name by the Lord of the White Knights and the adoptive father of His Highness the Twelve. This is an honor!"

Hearing this, Qin Xia seemed a little embarrassed.

The word Wilson has a bad connotation on Caliban, so it is not a good name for the captain.

"Will you allow me to have this honor?" Wilson asked.

Qin Xia touched the back of his head awkwardly and hesitated for a moment: "If you think it's okay then..."

Wilson certainly thought so. In the presence of so many senior officers, the Lord of the White Knights gave him a name. No matter what the name meant, it didn't matter. What mattered was that it was given by the Lord of the White Knights, the Primarch's adoptive father.

Starting from his generation, his descendants, that is, the descendants of his adopted son Osiris, will become an extremely glorious family.

"I will do my best for you." Wilson knelt on one knee, took out his sword and raised it parallel to the center line of his body.

Qin Xia still felt that the name was not appropriate, but now he could only nod and help Wilson up.

But in the Lord of the White Knight's heart, he would still call this man "Captain" instead of "Wilson", which has a derogatory meaning in the Caliban language.

"This is the end of our discussion about destiny. The period of subspace navigation is like a vacation for me, and I have to enjoy this relaxing and peaceful time in my destiny." Qin Xia said.

"Yes." The captain saluted.

(End of this chapter)