The Astartes Family's Notebook

The Milky Way galaxy where the Empire is located has a diameter of approximately 120,000 light-years.

The straight-line distance from Holy Terra to Frankis III exceeds 20,000 light-years.

The sidewalk is wide, but how far can you drive if your tires are flat? We've already connected your fuel tank directly to the subspace for you.

As demigods, an Astartes company commander has access to information that is unimaginable to mortals.

Motor Sich knew that the Empire actually possessed the technology for faster-than-light travel in the real universe.

It's just not practical.

Neither the combat barge Victory Balance nor the heavy strike cruiser Pioneer Star can travel faster than light in the real universe. The two steel behemoths can only reach about 0.87 times the speed of light at their maximum speed, while their normal economic cruising speed is only 0.5 times the speed of light.

Don't think it's slow; it travels 150,000 kilometers per second, showcasing the empire's technological prowess.

At such high speeds and with such great inertia, if we were to collide with a stray asteroid that happens to be passing by, everyone would be sent back to their golden thrones.

Therefore, a safe route, whether in the real universe or in subspace, is a form of hard currency that can be converted into cash.

When the four gangs caused trouble before, one side was involved in hit-and-run accidents, and the other side was involved in unlicensed driving and speeding. They didn't consider the dangers of speeding at all.

Despite all this reckless and chaotic behavior, the ship didn't sink or anyone died; the Emperor probably really did lend a hand.

As he continued to curse and talk, Motor Sich noticed a glint of absent-minded wisdom shining through the veteran's resolute gaze.

But what could he do? These bastards were Astartes, after all. Questioning them was a complete waste of time. Even with their minds blank, these insects could repeat themselves in a millisecond.

It's not that they can't remember, it's just that they don't want to.

As an Astartes, I can just fight and kill, why should I need to learn the rules of cosmic traffic?

That's the ship supervisor's business.

Hahaha, because he'd seen it all before, the nonchalant look in his eyes made the company commander laugh in exasperation.

How dare you even say that!

The ship's captain, when fighting alongside the Imperial Navy, is someone who, due to their different affiliations, dares to argue against unreasonable and unprofessional command by Space Marines. He might say, "Go ahead and shoot me with a bomb. The control systems of ships above the frigate level are all genetically locked. Here, take the steering wheel, you, Astartes, can pilot this ship."

However, the ownership of the warships of the chapter belongs to all Astartes of the chapter. So there is only a ship commander, not a captain. The ship is not yours. You belong to the chapter. If you have any complaints, go to the company commander first. If the company commander is not going to execute you, then go and tattle to the chapter commander.

This is why it is crucial to instill knowledge about interstellar travel in Astartes.

Because Astartes not only has the political status of an outsider guiding an expert, and the guarantee of violence, but also plenty of practical opportunities.

The ship's commander only has advisory power over the warband members; if they disobey orders, the warband members can take over the operating system.

The only thing that Motor Sich was thankful for was that the new recruits listened attentively.

“Mandeville, Katz, put your hands down. I’m saying, you listen. No questions allowed.”

The Mandeville Point is not actually a real location in the universe.

Even the Mandeville point itself is a product of empiricism, inherited from the black box theory of the dark age of technology.

Kaz had also wondered, with the Golden Age and the Dark Age of Technology mentioned, how many ages has humanity actually existed?

However, this question doesn't need to be asked of the company commander; the mechanical priest can answer it.

The golden age was the dark age of technology.

When reminiscing about the past glory of our ancestors, we think about how great the golden age of our ancestors was. But when faced with a pile of ancestral technological legacies that we can't even understand the instruction manuals for, it's as if we're separated by a thick black curtain, which is naturally the dark age of technology.

They're all the same thing; just use them according to tone and context.

For a long time, there has been an assumption that is neither refuted nor disprovable.

That is, the greater the mass of a place in the universe, the thinner the veil between reality and subspace, and the easier it is for subspace rifts to form.

The Eye of Fear is like this, and so is the Great Vortex.

Two conditions are required to enter subspace from the real universe.

One is a sub-light speed of instantaneous velocity, and the other is naturally tearing open a subspace rift.

Therefore, a conflict arose.

The closer one is to the mass of a star system, the easier it is to tear open this rift to subspace. The further away one is from the interference of celestial bodies' gravity, the easier it is to reach this sub-light speed critical velocity. In other words, the response time to escape the real universe and enter subspace is shorter.

These two are contradictory and conflicting, like the two ends of a scale; one cannot have both.

The Mandeville point is the optimal solution for dynamic equilibrium under such contradictions and conflicts.

Whether entering or leaving the subspace, a safe distance is required, especially when the fleet is sailing in formation. If any ship enters or leaves the subspace too early or too late, it will be a disaster for the entire fleet.

Because when the main warships are sailing in formation, the distance between them is only a few hundred kilometers, and smaller ships such as frigates and destroyers will be even closer to the main warships by tens of kilometers.

In sub-light speed travel, if an accident occurs, even with Astartes' nanosecond-level reaction speed, one can only exclaim "Oh my god, Emperor!" before being gone.

Safe navigation is of paramount importance; vigilance must never be forgotten.

Why can't you guys understand?!

Kaz saw the veterans begin to communicate in code through slight body swaying, and he knew that Company Commander Motor Sich had misunderstood.

They're not unaware of the importance of safety; they just don't want to listen to your lecture.

Hang in there, platoon leader, I want to hear it!

Chapter 14 Heartbeat Subspace

Come on, let's have some fun, we have plenty of time. Come on, let's indulge ourselves, we have plenty of time. Oh dear, my brain is itching.

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New recruit Kars's first experience in the warp was not ideal.

Unlike the starry fantasy of Terran in the 2K era, the stars are cruel, and interstellar travel is fraught with danger.

The fact that the technology of the Human Empire seems rudimentary is simply because most of the writers at GW received a "happy education."

If we really delve into it, even aliens from the Zentradi would have to kneel before the Earthlings of the Golden Age.

To put it simply, the transparent windows of the Pioneer Star alone are as technologically advanced as a three-thousand-story building.

You think this is made of glass?

No, this is plastic steel, a transparent plastic steel that can withstand impacts from cosmic debris.

Inheriting many legacies from the Dark Ages of technology, even a single brick falling from the various flying churches of the Human Empire was a rare treasure for primitive people bound by gravity.

However, as the armor plates were lowered, the view was blocked, the incandescent bulbs that normally provided illumination went out, and the red emergency lights, which had been a meme for 40,000 years, began to flash.

The vast majority of the ordinary crew members had left their posts and entered the classified compartments to prepare for the impending impact. Only the officers and non-commissioned officers remained at their posts, silently praying for the protection of the divine emperor.

Every time a mortal enters or leaves the subspace, it is a life-or-death test.

It's like when a doctor gives you an injection in your buttocks. The cotton swab soaked in alcohol has already drawn circles on your buttocks. You can even imagine the doctor's aiming posture as he raises and lowers his hand.

Are they here?

No.

Are they here?

still none.

Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, how dare you, you old woman, play tricks on me!

Relax, your muscles are so tense, what if the needle breaks inside?

Who's nervous? I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

In an attempt to prove you weren't nervous, you loosened your control over your gluteus maximus.

In an instant...

I'm fucking in the subspace.

Illusion; the subspace used an illusion on Kars.

The laws of physics in the real world are useless in the subspace, just like the imperial sword of the Ming Dynasty couldn't kill the iron-hat princes of the Qing Dynasty.

Void Shield and Geller's Field are in conflict.

As a heavy strike cruiser, the Void Shield module of the Pioneer Star has been safely used for over a thousand years, and its reliability is trustworthy.

However, in the warp, even the most reliable void shield is no match for a single hair on Geller's Field.

Why enter the warp from the Mandeville point?

Because the space where the Mandeville point is located must be completely empty.

Only in this way will the ships dare to shut down the Void Shield and activate the Geller Force Field.

Despite boasting about Imperial technology, the reality is that the prestige of human ships is upheld by the Void Shield, and the Imperial Navy's audacity to act as if they're nothing special is also thanks to the Void Shield.

Without the Void Shield, the Empire's iron coffin is not much different from an orc with its toes stepped on.

However, unless the Void Shield is subjected to a saturation attack, causing the module to overload and forcibly shut down, its normal operation, whether turned on or off, will inevitably involve a normal charging and deactivation process.

Coincidentally, the same applies to the Geller force field generator.

However, entering subspace requires an instantaneous speed close to the speed of light, which dictates that a large amount of energy needs to be allocated to the propulsion system in the ship's power compartment.

Therefore, when they first entered the subspace, it was also when Geller's position was at its weakest.

In theory, this kind of technical problem can be solved by organizing the fleet.

What are the main warships afraid of? It's being ambushed when the Void Shield's strength is reduced or even shut down.

What are frigates for? Aren't they just there to shield capital ships from gunfire?

In the absence of sufficient clearance or when circumstances do not permit, the capital ship should first shut down its Void Shield and fully strengthen the Geller Force Field. This brief period of weakness can be compensated for by the Void Shield of the escort ship taking the hits for the capital ship.

The Geller Field is compatible and can be overridden. Unless the frigate's machine spirit is too poor and offends the capital ship's machine spirit to death, the problem of insufficient Geller Field strength when the frigate enters the subspace can be made up for by the capital ship's more powerful Geller Field.

Therefore, being an Astartes, especially in a veteran chapter like the Desolation Wings, comes with really good treatment.

The ship commander answered Katz's questions without reservation, readily resolving his doubts.

To the veterans, Kars was a greenhorn; to the mortals, every Astartes was the Emperor's angel of death, a demigod, their master.

The relationship between Void Shield and Geller's Field is similar to that between a clutch and an accelerator/brake. A novice bridge crew can make passengers in the back seat feel nauseous when starting uphill, while a seasoned bridge crew can provide an extremely smooth and enjoyable experience.

Despite his seasoned experience, the captain of the Pioneer Star couldn't withstand the mess that the previous four companies had made, losing two escort ships. Now, even though it was a main battleship like a strike cruiser, the Pioneer Star had to obediently serve as an escort for the combat barge Victory Balance.

The strength of the Geller field was insufficient, and the bizarre and fantastical subspace immediately delivered a resounding slap to the simple-minded Kars.

Adal and Etris, are you stuck in traffic on your way to the Golden Throne?

The mangled bodies of the tragically deceased recruits held hands and stood in front of Kaz.

I don't owe you two anything. Your head is all shattered, and your eyes are still wide open. Doesn't it hurt?

An illusion is just an illusion. Completely ignoring Adal and Etris, Karz walked straight through them without the slightest hesitation.

It was indeed completely empty.

Seeing that Kars was so ungrateful, the hospitable Warp threw his illusory corpse, which had also died tragically, in front of them.

As expected of me, even in death I am so dashing.

Katz's breathing remained steady and his heartbeat unchanged. Apart from glancing at her twice, he acted as if nothing had happened.

Don't be silly. I might suspect I've been corrupted by chaos, but the other combat brothers in the company definitely can't.

There's no need to guess why Kaz was transferred from the Victory Balance to the Pioneer Star.

It's just that the veterans from the Fourth Company want to have some fun again.

Would that sullen-faced sergeant, who looked like the entire company owed him an Emperor-class battleship, really be so kind as to offer to help me adjust my power armor?

Their own life support system probably already shares all sorts of physical parameters with the company's small group chat.

If you want to see me make a fool of myself, you're still a long way off.

In subspace travel, time loses its meaning, and the company cannot simply sit idle; the daily training that needs to be carried out cannot be stopped.

Katz's performance at the new recruit welcome ceremony was recognized by the veterans. Unlike other new recruits who were still enjoying extra training on the Victory Balance, Tyrant also came to the Pioneer Star.

He was going to give Katz some challenging subjects.

Since all the mortals have gone to the secret cabins for emergency refuge, it would be a waste not to use the empty cabin corridors for running around.

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