Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Today was the first time Hector stayed on the Gene Mother's flagship.

For the 23rd Company Commander, everything in front of him was a novel experience, a historic moment that he had imagined countless times but experienced personally for the first time.

For the first time, I sat together with legendary seniors such as Bayar and Rana, discussing the daily affairs and various proposals of the legion. They even had lunch together to enhance their relationship. Then they competed with each other in the arena and paid homage to Ahriman. statue.

A novel experience.

Visiting the brand-new Glory Queen-class battleship for the first time, seeing the green potted plants, woodcut prints and story reliefs placed everywhere under the mother's decision, it was like walking in a moving history museum.

The names of outstanding Astartes warriors and even mortals are remembered along with those great victories, as part of the cultural change that the Lord of the Second Legion brought to her children.

A novel experience.

In the end, while resting in the special cabin arranged for the Captain Astartes on the battleship, Hector was even surprised to find that everything in the lounge was deliberately enlarged in proportion to his huge body. of.

A novel experience.

He checked in gratefully, recorded his diary happily, fell into sleep peacefully, and then...

Then he was pulled off the bed by his great Primarch with a long-range psychic hand.

…

It is indeed a novel experience that I have never had before.

The strong captain of the 23rd Company touched his aching head and couldn't help sighing softly, but then he realized one thing: he was not the only one in the room.

A little sleepiness was instantly replaced by cold reason. Hector grabbed the dark green sword that never left his body, jumped up with agility that was completely opposite to his huge body, and knocked down many furnishings in the room. .

The other person in the room had no intention of hiding at all. She was sitting on Hector's bedside table, waiting leisurely for Morgan's favorite to find her: with the help of the faint light of the voice-activated lamp, Hector recognized the person: it seemed It was the little maid beside his genetic mother.

His vigilance dropped a little, but not completely.

"what's up?"

"Your Excellency summons all the company commanders currently on board the battleship to report to the reception hall of her private lounge. Go now. No matter what tasks or actions you have, you must stop immediately, Your Excellency."

"I see."

Hector nodded, but he soon discovered an embarrassing problem: Although he firmly remembered those important locations, such as the throne room of the Gene Mother, the council hall of the Legion Council, and the arena and The location of the legionnaire's public mess hall, but his Primarch's private lounge...

where?

The brief daze in the eyes of the big guy from Dawnbreaker did not escape Virgo's eyes. She kicked her boots on the bedside table casually, making a moderate sound, so that the big guy could turn his eyes back again.

"My lord has considered your special situation, Lord Hector."

"So she asked me to take you."

"Let's hurry up. The other company commanders have already gone to report."

"OK."

Hector nodded. He looked worriedly at the too short and thin body of the original maid in front of him, then looked at his two-meter-high bedside table, and then carefully knelt on one knee on the ground.

"Here, grab my arm and I'll lift you down."

Dawnbreaker Nova tried his best to soften his tone so as not to scare this little mortal maid who was more fragile than a porcelain doll in his eyes, but such good intentions only resulted in a strange look mixed with helplessness.

(_)

Under the somewhat surprised gaze of Dawn Breaker Nova, Virgo casually jumped from one side of the room to the door, not even forgetting to draw a beautiful arc in mid-air. Then, she pushed away the half-meter-long door with one hand. The thick steel door stood in the light of the corridor and opened its mouth to Hector, who was stunned on the spot.

"Take care of yourself, Your Excellency."

As she said that, the maiden of the original gene showed no intention of waiting for Hector, and her boots made a clear clicking sound on the floor of the corridor as a final guidance.

The captain of the 23rd company hurriedly chased him out the next moment. He didn't forget to close his own door: the door that even Hector needed to push open with some serious effort was already being photographed by Virgo at any time. on the wall.

The rising star of Dawnbreaker carefully closed the common property of the legion, and did not forget to express a true emotion in his heart: Sure enough, on the flagship of his genetic mother, there is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

Novel experiences added!

…

Hector was the last of the thirteen Captains to arrive in the Primarch's private lounge.

Since the corvee service in the Nostramo sector had just ended and the next round of military operations was about to begin, there were many company commanders gathered on the flagship of the Second Army at this time, either for the next expedition plan. The core figure can either represent a vital defense area.

After several years of expansion and almost unscrupulous recruitment, the Dawnbreaker Legion successfully recruited about 4,000 new blood from the vast star field it ruled that could match the Spider Queen's gene seeds. After the replenishment and mixing, the number of companies in the legion was also expanded from the original thirty-six to forty-four, which slightly made up for the shortages caused by the lack of manpower.

The eight new company commanders are still the ruthless people that countless Terran veterans have madly involved with each other. Under more extreme conditions, these company commanders can easily suppress the five of their subordinates by casually recruiting a few old guys. Hundreds of new blood.

This kind of absolute strength crushing has made the problems of replacement and friction between the old and the new that the Primarch once worried about not arise for the time being. The new blood treats their predecessors with the same respect as the legendary heroes, but they have already lost too much in the Great Crusade. The Terran veterans who have many things cherish these hard-won legion hopes even more. This is a concept they have silently learned from the actions of the Gene Mother.

Of course, respect is respect, and cherishing is cherishing. Opportunities such as running for company commander to get closer to the mother of genes still have to be based entirely on strength. Some talented new stars were soon personally recognized by the kind seniors. It taught me the dangers in the galaxy, which was a valuable lesson.

However, the Spider Queen does not care about such trivial matters, just like she never pays attention to the changes in the arena. The Lord of the Second Legion is willing to leave some space and place for his descendants to do whatever they want. It is a more important link in her way of governing her subordinates, which emphasizes relaxation and moderation.

In fact, the Lord of Avalon has not yet completely figured out whether the Astartes warriors' worship and irrational following of the Primarch has a limit, but some instinct in her heart is warning her not to let herself go in the end. The heirs feel that everything about them is firmly in the hands of the Primarch, allowing them to have a little timely secret, a loose space to relax, or the right opportunity to develop their hobbies, all of which make the Legion interested in her The elixir for greater obedience.

Whether it is the indifference to the arena or the recent original body sculpture competition, they are all attempts to promote this concept. So far, the effect is quite good. This not only ensures that the atmosphere of the legion will not fall into oppression, but also at a certain point To this extent, Morgan maintains a sense of mystery in the hearts of grassroots fighters.

Of course, only the Primarch herself knew something like this, and even her personal maids only knew a little about it, not to mention the Astartes captains who were embarrassed in front of the Primarch.

Morgan raised her head, and she happened to see the last company commander also enter the room: the huge Hector was about to sit down where three battle brothers were, and until he officially took his seat, Virgo was still busy. He adjusted the lights in the room while brewing a new pot of hot tea for the Primarch.

Doesn't she have a little too much work?

After such a long absence, even the Primarch's heart, which was as dark as Vulkan's, could not help but flash a trace of doubt and guilt.

The thirteen company commanders sat down with this, their eyes filled with suspicion, lingering on the sumptuous delicacies and the mother of genes in front of them, thinking about the purpose of the Legion Lord's meeting at this time.

Morgan did not tell them her request. She just leaned on her seat casually and pointed at the sumptuous dinner in front of her that was gradually cooling down.

【eat. 】

【Eat it all. 】

The order is simple and direct, leaving no possibility of being questioned.

But it was still enough to make the company commanders even more confused: some optimists led by Hector believed that this was the love of the Primarch for them, but the smile on Morgan's face was no different from that of a glacier. Like arguments to support this point of view.

The pessimists, on the other hand, lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to look at their Primarch, while desperately trying to recall whether the Legion had failed the Primarch in any way recently.

The Emperor hoped that their mistakes could be atoned for in blood and death, rather than losing the Primarch's favor.

In addition to the Daybreaker company commanders who were full of nonsense, there were two more sober figures present. One was Bayar, the oldest second company commander, and the other, although not a company commander, However, Rana, the chief old guard, was also summoned by Virgo.

After the two Terran veterans saw clearly that there was no anger about them burning in their mother's eyes, they looked at each other and picked up the knife and fork at the same time in tacit agreement, replacing the dead silence with the sound of silent chewing. uneasiness.

This played a very good role, because at the next moment, more chewing sounds were heard one after another. Everyone did not want to be an outlier in front of the mother of genes. The most important roast beef was carved up almost in an instant. The Primarch's craftsmanship was best recognized by the Astartes warriors, which made her feel somewhat better.

More than a minute later, the last piece of roast beef was stuffed into the stomach pouch, and then the cold Yorkshire pudding and sticky pumpkin pie disappeared. The tomato soup was drank clean in the blink of an eye, and When more than a dozen hands reached out to the fruits at the same time, the Primarch could clearly see that her most outspoken children were quietly competing with each other under the cover of these plants. No one wanted to let out easily. A meal cooked by the mother of genes.

On the side, Diarmait, who grabbed the last mushroom burger, lowered his eyes in a low-key manner, but the pride on the corner of his mouth could not be concealed, just like the secret sourness of several people next to him.

…

It seems she doesn't know enough about her heirs.

Morgan couldn't help but sigh.

Her eyes glanced at the faces of Rana and Bayar, who were the first to move their forks, but stopped eating after symbolically finishing a portion of roast beef. She sighed helplessly, feeling angry in her heart. It turned into a strange patience waiting for his son to complete this farce.

It wasn't until the last core disappeared from Hector's mouth that Morgan once again began to look at the group of good boys who had become upright again, looking at them who were eager to hide them with their serious faces. The effort in that scene just now.

Then she smiled.

That smile seemed like a kind of helplessness, but also like a kind of weak indulgence.

But even so, she slowly stood up, looked at these high-ranking officers who could mobilize the entire Glory Queen-class battleship, and showed a smile that made everyone present shudder.

【My children. 】

【I was told……】

[My warship is rich in products? 】

[You don’t know that when he opened his mouth to describe, the state of vitality and all things competing was still before his eyes...]

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The affable Captain Hector had just come out of the original body's lounge and ran all the way to the collective lounge where his subordinates were.

He kicked open the door, grabbed each of his subordinates who suddenly woke up from their sleep, so they could be called "not yet asleep", and used jerky shaking and slaps to let them experience the novel experience coming from the company commander.

It wasn't until the last Dawnbreaker, who was still a little confused, was slapped off the bed by his big brother, the company commander, that Hector stood solemnly in front of several of his subordinates and asked quite seriously. one question.

"Do any of you have experience cleaning rooms?"

He hesitated for a moment, then added another sentence out of caution.

"It's better to have a purge."

Several soldiers from the 23rd Company looked at each other in confusion. After a while, a hand was raised in doubt.

"Before I became a Dawnbreaker, I was cleaning the house..."

"Well, I remember you. Are you the recruit who just reported?"

"Yes, Captain Hector, my name is Vissariono..."

"very good!"

“It’s very experienced once you hear it!”

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…

"I heard that you mobilized everyone on the entire battleship last night to conduct a general cleaning of the bottom corridor and cabin area? And there was also a rodent control operation?"

While Ahriman was nonchalantly fighting against the vegetarian meal on his plate, he was talking to Hector opposite who had obviously not rested well. The captain of the Thousand Sons was in high spirits at this time.

Through the domino effect of the company commander mobilizing the soldiers, the soldiers mobilizing the mortal executives, and the mortal executives mobilizing everyone in turn, when the Primarch accompanied his maid to wash the dishes, on the entire Glory Queen-class battleship, except for necessary Except for those on duty and those not involved, everyone was thrown into this general cleaning without any warning.

As the official envoy of the Thousand Sons Legion, Ahriman happened to be one of the so-called irrelevant personnel. He watched with interest the countless Dawnbreakers and mortals running around outside the door of his room, busy. Even when he went to the arena to prepare for daily activities and stretch his muscles, he found that the huge arena was empty, which made the son of Magnus feel inexplicably disappointed.

Fortunately, Hector still appeared in the warrior canteen, but this big guy who used to be extremely serious about food was obviously distracted this time, which ignited Ahriman's interest.

"Because of the Primarch's orders."

Hector tortured the roast beef on the plate with the knife and fork in his hand, but he couldn't taste the taste he expected. Morgan's pride mechanically chewed the piece of meat that he had penetrated, his eyes casually Patrolling the high-ranking mortal officers at the next table.

There are a large number of public canteens on the battleships of the Dawnbreaker. Both the Astartes warriors and the backbone elites among mortals can use this place equally. The only difference between them is the different dining windows. Many Sons of Morgan Mortal friendships were made here, even Ahriman was no exception.

"Why did Mr. Morgan suddenly issue such an order? Are there any hidden dangers on the bottom of the battleship?"

"There are...rats."

Ahriman blinked.

"Oh...so?"

"No, it's just rats. If you really want to say it, besides rats, there is a complete food chain: we found all kinds of insects, rodents and even snakes. God knows when they started. It thrives here.”

"There are a lot of fungi growing in the darkest corners, and some of them have actually been bitten."

Ahriman listened to the words from Hector quite seriously. He tried hard to control his expression, but in the end, he couldn't help but reveal a cheerful smile.

"..."

"That's it?"

"no more?"

Hector raised his eyebrows and looked at his best friend.

"Isn't this enough, Ahriman?"

"Ah, that's not what I meant. What I mean is: you are still too young, my friend, and in this regard, Mr. Morgan seems to be almost the same as you..."

Ahriman's voice became smaller and smaller. He looked around cautiously, as if to make sure no one else was eavesdropping, and then observed the face of his best friend.

"You won't be angry if I say that?"

Hector shook his head, not taking Ahriman's words to heart.

"No need to worry about that, Ahriman: our Primarch is not perfect, and that is nothing to be ashamed of, and who can be truly perfect: just as she sees and tolerates our shortcomings, We must also acknowledge the shortcomings of the mother of genes and do our best to help her improve. This is what we should do as descendants."

"Say, my friend, there is nothing to worry about."

On the contrary, the son of Magnus nodded in astonishment at Hector's frankness. This was the first time he heard such an evaluation of the original body from an Astartes warrior, and it seemed that such an evaluation It is already a default consensus among the Second Legion.

Sure enough, Lord Morgan's army would always give him some novel experiences.

Ahriman was thinking as he placed the breakfast that he had only eaten a few bites on the table and motioned to the mortal servants to take it away. He could see that on the other hidden side of the restaurant, there was a large kitchen waste machine. Odorless processor.

Hector, who was opposite the son of Magnus, was doing the same thing. He was waiting for Ahriman to approach his ear and describe the novel knowledge in a low voice.

"Hector, my friend, you need to know one thing: the flagship of the Second Legion is one of the oldest and largest Glory Queen-class battleships in the entire human empire. Its history is much older than the Great Crusade, and its size is also larger. Far superior to most of its sister ships."

"Astartes like us, during the countless years from service to death, will not visit every corner of this battleship: especially the bottom cabin, where few Astartes warriors will go , those responsible for those areas are groups of [crew families], many of whom have served on this battleship throughout their lives, experiencing birth, old age, illness and death, and some turrets are even the generations-long occupation of some crew families."

"this……"

"Are you surprised, my friend? The length of the battleship under our feet is a full twenty-five kilometers. Discounting the Astartes, it carries at least hundreds of thousands of mortals. It is no different from a small city: then The question is, can even a small city make every brick and tile clean?"

"……cannot."

"That's it, Hector."

"Your flagship is already a relatively good example. I have visited the Vengeful Spirit before, which is the Glorious Queen of the Luna Wolf Legion. That battleship is too ancient and huge. Its center is like It's a rotten, empty maze, filled with rats and filth, but no one cares."

"After all, Astartes warriors never go to that kind of place, and except for our Lord Morgan, there seem to be few Primarchs who pay too much attention to their warships."

Hector blinked. He accepted the explanation from the son of Magnus and couldn't help but think of something: just as he led the team to the lower deck, the expressions on the pale faces of the crew members were indeed... It’s an unforgettably complex picture.

They were in awe of the sudden appearance of the Astartes warriors, no different from those frightened rats, but at the same time, these low-level crews regarded the Emperor's angels as some kind of symbol of salvation, and kept chanting The [ghost] causing panic in the darkness.

ghost……

Could this battleship still be haunted?

Thinking of this, Hector couldn't help but laugh to himself, but soon another noise interrupted his thoughts. Morgan's proud son turned his head and saw a luxuriously dressed mortal executive walking into the restaurant. , set off a wave among those staff.

"Who is that?"

Hector looked at his best friend. He knew that Ahriman had been staying on the flagship.

The son of Magnus glanced casually in the direction Hector pointed.

"Ah, that mortal."

"Well... I didn't remember his name, but I remember that he was the person in charge of logistics and material support and dispatch on this battleship. He was responsible for the food, clothing, and transportation of hundreds of thousands of mortals on the battleship. He had been doing this for several years. Lai: He did a pretty good job.”

"Mr. Morgan even praised his ability and dispatching level. I heard that he improved the original logistics material dispatching system when he first took over. There has never been any problem in these years. He has fulfilled all the temporary requirements of the original body. It can be done to perfection.”

"That's really good."

Hector nodded, sighing softly at the energy of mortals.

"but……"

Ahriman changed the topic.

"I have heard some uncertain rumors: It is said that this big executive has a hobby of corruption, but he has never received real attention and there is no evidence."

Hector frowned.

"corruption?"

"Yes, I heard that he came from a poor family on his home planet. He lived a difficult life since he was a child. He worked extremely hard to reach the position on this battleship. However, some things in his early years also left him a bit careless. Habits, it is said that his corruption is not serious at all and has not affected work efficiency at all. Strictly speaking, his corruption is some kind of... personal hobby? "

"For example, I heard that he once teamed up with the chef to reduce the five lemon slices next to the foie gras eaten by the mortal high-ranking officers to four. This is half an open secret, but no one I want to take care of it.”

"To be honest, this kind of likeness is even a little cute."

"How do you know so well?"

"I'm writing a travel diary, Hector, and all kinds of stories and rumors are part of it."

"Is that so...Mr. Morgan won't punish this kind of corruption?"

"My friend: A mortal who can perfectly arrange the logistics of an entire Glory Queen-class battleship is just a little greedy, and his share of corruption is not as good as some mid-level bureaucrats in the hive. It's you, how do you choose? "

"Understood."

Hector nodded, then he looked at the time and stood up to leave.

"Sorry, Ahriman, it's my turn to supervise the progress of the cleaning of the lower cabin."

"I never thought that something like this would be brought to the forefront."

The son of Magnus shook his head, sighed, and then asked the final question.

"But you don't seem to have fully answered my question yet, Hector."

"Why are you going to all this trouble?"

"In fact, I do not know."

"However, Lord Rana said that when he reported the progress of the rodent eradication to the original body, he once heard the original body muttering to himself, as if: Look, what will he eat this time?"

"Huh? What do you mean? There is something eating rats on this battleship?"

"I don't know, but no matter what it is, it's going to be hungry this time."

"Not necessarily, Hector: even mice can eat it, and its diet may be wider than you think."

"Maybe, but there are no rats on this battleship, so what else can it eat?"

——————

…

"You said the food waste in the restaurant was looted?"

When Hector finished his shift and was about to return to the upper cabin, he heard about the [big news] that had just happened from Diarmait, who had taken over his job.

"Yes."

Diarmait nodded.

"The food waste disposers in at least three public canteens were looted. The other party's methods were extremely clever. No one noticed... and no other items were lost."

"...Only took away the kitchen waste?"

"……Yes."

"It really... tastes unique."

"Who says it isn't? But you still have to go to the bottom cabin with me again."

"What's wrong?"

"The director in charge of ship logistics just disappeared in his office. Also missing were several chief chefs closest to him. They have not been found in the entire upper cabin."

"...They took the precious kitchen waste and fled in fear of crime?"

"It's not impossible."

"Okay, count me in."

"Thank you, Hector...wait, what are you holding?"

"Ah, this, this is the potted plant I found in the lower cabin. When I found it, it had been buried under a pile of ashes and broken garbage, next to several other potted plants."

"Potted plants? Will such things appear in the lower cabin? Isn't it a trap?"

"Generally speaking, there's nothing strange about them, except..."

"They all seem to have been bitten a few times..."

"..."

"Hector, do you think they have anything to do with the missing kitchen waste and the rats before?"

"I can't think of it, but if it is really the same creature..."

"Then its teeth are really good."

"Yeah, it's hard to imagine what's in its stomach."

The two Dawnbreaker company commanders couldn't help but express heartfelt sighs when facing a dilapidated potted plant. However, this sentiment was soon ruthlessly interrupted by an anxious voice coming from the public channel.

"Captain Hector! And Captain Diarmait! We found him!"

"!"

"Who?! The supervisor?"

"Yes, Captain, we have found his... er... remaining parts."

"..."

"Give me the direction!"

…

After peeling away the mortal crew members who were in despair and panic, Hector strode to the scene of the incident and saw the horrific scene at first sight.

This is one of the important transportation hubs in the bottom cabin. Just dozens of Terra Standard Time ago, Hector led his men to clean up here. At that time, there were no problems in this place, except for the frequent The warrior felt like someone was watching over him.

But now, this place has become a bloody purgatory: a body that is so terrifying that mortal words cannot describe it is hung in the middle of the road, and the person who processed it obviously has extremely skilled [techniques], because Heck From the ribs that were neatly picked out and arranged to form the shape of a [blood eagle], he could see the perfection after thousands of tempers, and even from the internal organs that were thrown on the ground, he could see a lack of education. The brutal aesthetics.

The ferocious look on the victim's face tells the story that he may have endured part of the torture while conscious, but before the more horrific torture began, he was deliberately taken away from his life to enjoy the last mercy, Hector He noticed, too, that two of the victim's eyeballs were missing: some sick suspicion blossomed in his mind that he hoped wasn't true.

Recently, he even saw a potted plant lying upside down in the corner, which also had signs of being eaten. There were also a few drops of plant juice that was about to dissipate on the ground in front of the body.

In this way, the two Astartes captains looked at each other in silence in front of this spectacular statue of awe. They quickly reached a tacit understanding and began to disperse the low-level crew members who were extremely panicked, and promised to send specialized personnel. guards to protect their safety.

And until all of this was done, the Dawnbreaker who sent the report mysteriously dragged them to the door of a room. Even through the thick door, the gradually deteriorating smell of blood inside made the Dawnbreakers wrinkle involuntarily. frowned.

"I think...are those chefs in there?"

Dawnbreaker nodded.

"Did you go in and take a look?"

He nodded again.

The two company commanders looked at each other. The overly fishy smell of blood reminded them of many horrific scenes, but before he really grasped the door handle, Hector couldn't help but look at this unlucky subordinate.

"Describe to me what's going on inside?"

"this……"

Dawnbreaker hesitated for a moment.

"you know……"

"Turkish kebab?"