Warhammer: Empire Reboot

[Source of materials: Suspected remains of a deity.]

[Traditional account: Carved from a finger of a deity.]

Identity: Unconfirmed.

[Ada's Legend Match: The Old Woman's Sword.]

Lawson raised an eyebrow.

"The Old Woman's Sword?"

The swarm immediately retrieved relevant mythological information about the Death Army and the Ark Eldar.

Old woman Morley Haig.

The deities in the Ida Fate and Wisdom system.

The sword of the old woman that the Death Army has been searching for is itself closely related to the plan to awaken Ined.

The available information is not enough to prove with 100% certainty that the one in front of them is the one they are looking for.

But the probability is high enough.

Lawson thought for a moment.

"Seal it off."

"Don't let Evelyn know for now."

If the Death Army finds out about this, I bet some people will be camping out at the entrance of the Tri-Star Alliance that very night.

……

Then something inconspicuous appeared.

So insignificant that the combat sequence responsible for classification initially even considered categorizing it as part of the primitive civilization's spacecraft warehouse.

It was a human-made probe.

It has a simple structure and almost no meaningful propulsion capability.

Compared to the Empire's starships, which are often several kilometers long, they are as rudimentary as toys made of sheet metal by a child.

Lawson stood there and watched for a long time.

On one side of the detector hangs a golden information record that has been preserved for countless years.

It contains recordings of human voices from ancient Terra.

Language, music, natural sounds.

And then there's that civilization that just left its home planet, and doesn't even know what's in the Milky Way, sending its greetings to the endless starry sky.

"Voyager?"

The bee colony database was used to match ancient space archives.

Highly compatible.

Lawson looked up at the warehouse ceiling and suddenly felt like laughing.

A 60-million-year-old thief, who knows when, passed by the solar system and stole the Voyager spacecraft, which was launched when human civilization had just learned to send probes out of the star system.

This range of collections is truly unparalleled.

"Don't send this to the regular warehouse, store it separately."

It has no technical value whatsoever.

But Lawson felt that this thing might be more worth preserving than many strategic weapons.

……

The accident occurred on the third day.

Among the last batch of human artifacts, the swarm discovered two independent stasis chambers that were not registered in the outer master catalog.

The first one has a very high level of security.

Inside was an elderly woman.

She was dressed in the attire commonly seen on upper-class Macurac officials during the Horus Rebellion, and her silver-gray hair was neatly styled in a bun.

It looks ordinary.

Lawson was initially even a little surprised.

Why would Tarachin grant such a high level of independent collection privileges to an ordinary old woman?

The process continues until the bee colony completes the facial database matching.

[Identity matching complete.]

[Tarasha Euton.]

Lawson paused for a moment.

"Who?"

The system is displayed again.

[Tarasha Euton.]

[Former Commander-in-Chief of Macurag.]

[Konoe Guilliman, Senior Aide.]

Robert Guilliman's adoptive mother.

This time, Lawson remained silent.

The last clear record of Yoddon appears at the end of the Horus Rebellion, during the attack on the Makula's Glory by rebels.

After that, there was no reliable record of her fate.

Lawson stared at the line of text for a while, a smile playing on his lips.

Lawson was preparing to have the entire stasis chamber transported to Medical Zone Zero.

Another testing team nearby suddenly stopped working.

Several technicians stood motionless in front of the second stasis chamber.

Er Gou walked over and took a look.

"Boss, this..."

The second stasis chamber was much larger than the first.

It is surrounded by seven layers of phase blockade.

Through the semi-transparent barrier, you can see a man lying inside.

Golden hair, large size.

Even when lying flat, it's clear that the body far surpasses that of Astartes.

His body was covered in wounds, with numerous lacerations from swords and knives on his chest, abdomen, and shoulders.

Multiple bones have been fractured.

Only fragments of the power armor remain.

The left hand is gone, with a cut at the wrist.

The bee colony has begun the highest level of gene comparison.

[Original genome sequence matching complete.]

[The seventh gene archetype lineage.]

[Genetic origin consistency: 99.999999%]

No traces of cloning were detected.

[The soul structure matches the characteristics of a Primitive-level life form.]

[Identity confirmed.]

[Roger Dorn.]

Lawson stood in front of the stasis chamber and stared at it for a long time.

The Fist of the Empire has been searching for the Primarch for tens of thousands of years.

In the end, only one hand was recovered.

That hand was later enshrined on the Mountain Formation, becoming one of the most sacred relics of the Imperial Fist.

Everyone assumed that the rest of Dorn's body had been torn apart during the siege by the Chaos Fleet.

Now the answer has appeared.

Dorne did indeed lose a hand during the boarding battle.

Before Imperial Fist reinforcements arrived, another guy entered the battlefield first.

They picked up the still-alive Prototype from the mountain of corpses.

Then it was put into a museum.

Lawson stared at Dorn for a long time.

"Tarasin, you old bastard..."

……

a few days later.

Terra, the residence of the Sealholder.

Guilliman was called over by Lawson at the last minute.

He even carried a data board with him, and was still looking down to check a few numbers on it as he walked into the hall.

"What exactly happened?"

"You were being so secretive in your communications today, not even allowing me to check the files beforehand."