What does the genoplasma represent?

There are many answers to this question - the gods who walked, the genetic father of Astarte, the conqueror of the world, and although Karn himself disagreed, every great creation of the emperor did have similar qualities, and there is no doubt that they were born with great talents.

The lazy woman in front of her, who collapsed on her seat and closed her eyes to rest, left behind any sacred impression of the word 'genetic prototype' by the commander of the eighth company.

"37 minutes."

"Mistress Peturabo has been looking for you for 37 minutes, Mother."

Karn whispered helplessly to his mother.

He could vaguely hear the urging of the command room not far away, the violence of the Iron Lord.

“… Let me rest for a moment, Karn. ”

Elaine's voice was full of exhaustion, she really didn't want to continue working overtime.

“… Uh, but... Lord Peturabo might..."

“… I really, really needed a break. ”

Karn was also a little overwhelmed by the look of exhaustion that his mother had never shown before.

After all, he really had never seen his mother show this side.

……

At this moment, Elaine was not only very tired, but even a little speechless.

The plan in her head, called 'Save Peturabo,' was even on the verge of miscarriage.

Not for anything else, just because Elaine really couldn't stand him anymore.

Whether it's work or conversation. The brother, who was unreasonable anywhere, often caused Elaine's blood pressure to spike.

It was clear that the outpost had been set up almost completely, and it was only necessary for the Astartes to finish their work before they could prepare to leave.

And her troublesome brother keeps picking on all kinds of plans that have been largely constructed.

For the first few days, Elaine was barely able to cope with the work that Perturabo had given her.

It contains respect for the elder brother and regret for the cursed knowledge. After all, she still felt a little sorry for the Iron Lord who had been tempered and eventually damaged by no one in the Great Rebellion.

However, this respect for her brother did not allow her to complete her work as quickly as possible, as their relationship gradually reconciled, Petura continued to pick on Elaine's designs.

There's a lot of work... Enough to exhaust thousands of government officials: yes, from their youth they have to work without sleep until they die of old age.

After all, this is an outpost setup that encompasses the entire starsector, as well as the development plan for each world for the next hundred years.

Even Terra's most elite administrative officer can't handle such a sheer workload.

However, this kind of work is not difficult for the genotype, and if the genogen named Robert Killiman comes, he will even enjoy it.

The problem, however, is that this amount of work is not something that can be done in one go.

Instead, it was Perturabo himself who questioned the overseer, and at any moment he could pick out all sorts of things that didn't fit Elaine's ideas in his work.

That's the hardest thing to understand.

The general work was almost done, but Perturabo always believed that Elaine's ideas would not be as he wished, but supervised her through a lot of almost meaningless work, and constantly knocked on the side in the exchange, giving Elaine all kinds of old life lessons like an elder.

In fact, Elaine understands the nature of Peturab's cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and knows that Perturabo is just trying to become a qualified brother like Horus, to teach her all kinds of knowledge and experience.

If there was a need to communicate, Perturabo knew there was a better way to communicate with Elaine – and he only chose to work.

It's really...

It's hard to put into words.

Now, Elaine just wants to complete the mission in the Gorgotan Sector as soon as possible, and then leave Perturabo's side as soon as possible and return to the Great Expedition to shine.

Instead of being tortured with work by a paranoid brother.

……

On the other hand, Perturabo is staring at the dense stream of data on the databoard.

On it, he personally listed the various 'precise picks' for Elaine.

He promised that if Elaine lost his temper with him, he would be able to pick enough weight from this list of 'vexatious' to fight back.

After all, Perturabo prides himself on knowing his delicate sister well enough to be a simple appetizer for Elaine's gifted talent, as he himself can process data of this order of magnitude in just a few hours.

Therefore, the other party must be able to fully understand his own intention from the elders.

- Yes, Elaine is a 'kind' with herself.

The first time he read the perfect battle report, Perturabo had a vague thought.

He had wondered if he could have brothers who were similar in art and warfare, in addition to his own obnoxious resemblance to Dorn.

Magnus from the Fifteenth Legion was one of them.

After chatting with the proud Crimson wizard about the lost art of Guterra, Perturabo had a vague sense of anticipation.

Now, the newly returned female original, Elaine. It is the existence of a similar concept to him in the art of war. Although the sensuality of the other party reminded Perturabo of Vulcan, overall, during the time he worked with her, the Iron Lord felt the warmth of his heart, as if his sister Kellyfanie had once brought him warmth.

And... Elaine is also one of his true blood siblings known as 'Genoplasm'.

Of course, Perturabo believes that the young sister needs enough guidance to become her true 'kind'.

It just takes enough experience.

……

Clearly, for Perturabo, his withdrawn social experiences and complex emotions are incomprehensible to anyone.

Although, Elaine still has a vision in her heart to change her fate.

But, as Horus once emphasized, 'If the potential flame of misunderstanding is not resolved in time, no matter how unlikely it is... It will also brew into an even greater crisis at a time that no one expects. ’

In the not-too-distant future, when inevitable turmoil is coming...

Perturabo's pride and isolation will eventually become an inevitable potential hidden danger.

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