At a time when two genetic primitives with diametrically opposed reputations in the Empire, at the beginning of the Great Rift, on the other side of the galaxy, far away from Maculag, in a small inconspicuous place on the desolate frontier full of darkness and alien deeds, whispered some secrets and opinions of disloyalty, filial piety, injustice, disrespect, and unbelief.

Let's not talk about the big red and gold guys wrestling in the void, the blue mollusks trying to trip over someone randomly, and trying to find a chance to eat peaches (?). and the green fat grandpa watching from afar, among other characters that don't matter at the moment.

In the living room, as black tea and refreshments were served, and the generous guest brought out several bottles of his treasured special vintage golden cognac from the Calixis district, the absolute hard currency of the Calices star district, the atmosphere began to become more relaxed and enthusiastic.

The Planetary Governor and his guests have now entered the stage of calling each other brothers and sisters as more riders are finalized and contracts are signed, well, apparently not because some social phobic librarian has really suddenly awakened some clever skills, but it is the general belief in Carrick that "a Rogue Trader is not very trustworthy but must speak very well", and the fixed perception in the mind of the Rogue Trader is that "people in this alpine region will agree to anything as long as they bring them good spirits". ”

Well...... Apparently these two different ways of thinking from different starting points have superimposed to produce some fantastic collision chemistry, and someone clearly has the upper hand.

The reason for this is that the donkey's head is not in the horse's mouth in their conversation, and the situation in Peturabo sounds roughly as follows:

"Ahahahaha...... Alexei, your name is really nice...... Well...... Reminds me of some people I used to know in the ice and snow world who also called this name, and the meaning of this name is protector really suits you. (So is that really a compliment?) ）

"Thank you, Lord Kalosini from afar! Our friendship will last for a thousand years! Come! Toast! ”

"Well said, Governor Alexei! You and your men are so bold and understanding! Speaking of which, can the issue of the deployment of guards in the polar regions be more tolerant? ”

"I'm afraid it won't work, although the ice caps there are really uninhabited...... Oh, what is this, another bottle of gold cognac? Invite us to drink? You're so gracious, dear Carrosini......"

"Where will I be polite to you? My dear Governor, the truth is that we are a brotherly nation at first sight...... Thanks, you have a big glass too! Then the mercenary expatriate rights in the region ......"

"I think if you can make sure that the export tax of the minerals that you want to mine is on time and in the right amount...... Then some members of the guards and mercenaries in the drilling process are indeed necessary...... By the way, I think you might as well hire some of the best local soldiers, they won't be worse than anyone else...... Ah, this wine you brought is so mellow and sweet, I can't believe it, is this one of the best wines in Quartis! ”

"Yes, then please sign here and let's have another drink for it!"

"Oooh...... Well, come on! Let's raise a glass to the Empire! For Carrick! For our new neighbors, the Kalosini dynasty! ”

"Cheers! Cheers! Praise to the Empire and the Kalosini who brought good wine! ”

The black-and-white dog, who was standing nearby, shook his head as he listened to someone's clumsy social language as he stuffed some information into his head that made the original body sweat.

"It's a good thing he doesn't have to really rely on words and skills to negotiate."

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Carrick 22 hours (one day and night) later

Above the Antarctic ice sheet

The two Stormbirds roared and spewed out huge vortices, their reactors filled with the passion of work and the collision of particles, and after being modified by Perturabo and the mysterious armory of the Iron Blood, they possessed something different from their brothers serving in the Empire.

Their newly installed coils of small anti-gravity devices began to work with electricity, and the engine vector vents slowly flipped downward, allowing the stormbirds, laden with people and supplies, to hover over a small clearing ready to land, and then landed cautiously but steadily in the freezing polar winds.

"Excellent! Tenth Company, Assemble! ”

Maxim wore his helmet and gave instructions to his combat brethren from the communication channel, and a group of Space Marines in brand new power armor lined up in front of the clearing with their equipment, their plating jet-black and shiny, and the silver and gold decorations reflected the pale glow of Carrick's star.

As the Astartes, who have never had the opportunity to land and fight properly, in addition to spending a lot of time and sweat in the shooting range, gladiatorial cage and training ground, they are honing their combat skills in the officer's canteen - the lowest decks of the Destiny Steel have been in a state of "maintenance" since then.

Other jobs that can be done on the lower decks include clearing the sewers with heavy flamethrowers and searching for mutants and genestealers with orniths, the latter of which thankfully don't seem to be able to spread effectively here, and when they catch these nasty bug-inpatients, the genestealers who work overtime every day and fall asleep don't even develop a second generation.

Therefore, the officers' canteen is one of the best places for combat training every day, after all, the consequences are serious: you will go hungry! Man is iron! Rice is steel! If you want to be steel inside and out, how can you not eat! —The highest admonition from Lord Ramizane Kalosini.

Although their own direct company commander, Lord Kaiduo, was quite complaining about this and angry, he did not say in the end that he could not do it.

However, the officers' canteen is indeed a good place to practice trench warfare, siege warfare, siege warfare, and melee warfare......

It is said that after this departure, the cafeteria is about to be overhauled, and the tables and chairs will be simulated with vehicles, and they will also stuff some alien training targets into them......

Maxim thought a little carelessly, while touching the handle of the warhammer he carried with him.

The Iron Warrior's new officer's melee skills have undeniably been greatly enhanced in canteen warfare, after all, combat itself is the best lesson for melee weapons, and he has also learned an important point: the sense of honor of frontal attack can be put in the back of the waist when necessary, and then put it back in your heart when you pull the weapon from your opponent's breastplate.

Someone strode up, the sound of heavy iron feet making Maxim smile heartily under his helmet.

He turned and saluted.

The fighters' blasters were clenched in their hands and held in front of their chests at the same time.

"Obey or die! Steel inside and out! Praise be to your great Iron Lord! ”

Their genetic fathers have arrived.

(End of chapter)