Warhammer Inquisitor

Cole looked down at the Rogue Trader fleet outside the window. They all came up, and the rest of the ships were also moored around the Infinity Frontier. The teaching pride of exploration and research is repairing the damaged parts of those armed merchant ships.

The long mechanical arm protruding from the exploration ship is rapidly welding and cutting. A piece of armor on the side of the corridor that has been completely unusable due to an internal explosion has been removed, and the armor plate that fell off from the ship is floating feebly. In the vacuum, it is slowly pushed away and floats into the universe.

It may float as space junk for many years, and eventually it may hit a sun or fall on a certain planet. If you are lucky, it may be offered as a baby by some backward and primitive inhabitants of the wild world.

After all, in those worlds, these armors from the Imperial Shipyard are not very common. If you use them to make a few swords and axes, you can definitely fight against those who are still using stones, wooden sticks, or high-end scrap iron. In the world, it has become a hero, maybe those barbarians will give some ridiculous names to those weapons.

Cole sometimes wonders why the empire maintains so many wild worlds. They are almost completely unable to provide any effective resources. At least a few knight families can be produced in the feudal world, or some food can be contributed, but the only resource in the wild world is Manpower, but even so, those who are brave and ruthless, and who don't even understand Low Gothic can hardly obey the command of the army, they are almost a group of problem soldiers.

But well, maybe that's not what Cole should care about, he's just a captain, and these unfathomable, esoteric issues that determine the great future of the empire are left to the high lord, or someone else who should worry about them Go ahead.

Cole's eyes were reviewing the maintenance status of those armed merchant ships. It seemed that the work of the mechanical priests was progressing smoothly. Now most of the holes and severely damaged armor have been effectively replaced, although it is difficult to use as real armor. But you can't expect too much from the armor that comes out of the USS Infinity Frontier's onboard foundry, can you?

But no matter how you say it, let these unlucky people sail to the next world, with the Empire starport and the garrison, probably it is no problem, probably, if the emperor blesses, although Cole doesn't know, these stole the Star Militia equipment Guy, can you be "blessed by the Emperor" when you fall to the ground?

"Don't move, you're under arrest." A guy behind him suppressed his voice and tried to put on a serious voice of a judge from the Ministry of Justice. He stared at the back of Cole's head with a round gun in his hand. Something caused the captain's head to bury down a bit.

"Vito, if anyone needs to be arrested, they are on the opposite side, and you can go over the trestle to detain them." Cole said helplessly, but the people behind him laughed and moved their guns away. Vito walked up to Cole with the laser gun, and watched the fleet with him from behind the large French windows.

The red maintenance ship is lighting welding flames in its superstructure, and the dazzling light shines on their faces, and also illuminates the shiny side of the dark green laser gun, and the brand-new Imperial Skyhawk logo, under which there is a There is this line of identification code.

"Aren't you going to shoot these guys? They seem to be stealing the newly manufactured, brand-new, not yet worn-out Astra Militarum equipment, and then sending it to the Astra Militarum, I don't think so. So optimistic."

"Yes, that's right, it will probably be some junk goods, the ghost knows how many years of old antiques have been lying in the warehouse, and they are used to make up for the missing equipment in the transport list, ah, I hope the emperor bless the big heads with those guns, When you aim at an enemy and pull the trigger, you don’t blow yourself up first.”

Vito was talking with a laser gun, and Cole glanced at him, and then looked at the Mayflower, which was closest to the Infinity Frontier. The bridge of the armed merchant ship can be seen at a glance. Cole can be sure that now Those disgraceful merchants were there, and Vito could take them down whenever he wanted.

"We also got the equipment and seized the things. Are you really going to let them go like this?" Cole said with a little confusion, even reproach. His tone was well disguised, and you couldn't tell from the surface I realized that he was blaming you, a standard, qualified imperial noble needs to learn the art of language.

But Vito knows, he can hear, he and Cole have been together for many years, and he knows when he is openly spraying himself, and sometimes when he is mocking himself.

"What's the use of shooting them? The greedy star port manager who forged the world will definitely sell it to the next merchant. Anyone who makes money is a desperate idiot, and this kind of idiot is in the whole empire. I can guarantee There are many more."

Hmph, imperial bureaucracy, what else do you expect? Greedy governors, corrupt officials, and those who don't care about the life and death of front-line soldiers, always sit in the office approving documents, bragging in pamphlets to force officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs, they prefer the shiny Imperial Skyhawk coins.

This kind of people who have never been on the battlefield, have never seen bloody battles, and what they need to face when facing the Star Guards. Those horrible enemies will never understand that they secretly sold these weapons in exchange for their own glory Wealth and wealth, the final result may be that Chaos came and sacrificed your blood, or the Tyranid swarms ate you as if you were in pieces, or the green skins rushed up and chopped you into a meat paste, and in the end you lost both people and wealth.

But this is not something that Vito and Cole can solve, at least not here. Believe me, many problems in the empire cannot be solved simply by shooting a few people. Someone will always fill their niche.

"I can understand what you said, but it makes me very uncomfortable to let these bastards leave. We have to at least make them pay a price." Cole frowned and said a little annoyed. As the captain of the Imperial Navy, he couldn't tolerate it. This kind of betrayal was condoned, and Vito knew it, of course, he smiled evilly and patted himself on the shoulder with the laser gun.

"Well, how should I put it, we let them go here, but when they go to the next imperial world, they may be invited by the local legal department to drink tea, learn about their situation, and then let them go in the name of the emperor. Pay a small price."

shot? torture? Or was he thrown into a judgment world to do lifelong hard labor? Well, in short, there are many tricks in the legal department, and there will always be a method that suits you.

Cole slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at Vito. At this moment, he realized that Vito was holding a data board in his hand. He shook the board and smiled, "I just said that I will not execute them. I will keep my promise, but It didn’t say that I wouldn’t legally let the astropaths report their questions and lists to the legal department of this galaxy.”

Vito smiled and handed the data board to Cole, who also took it and looked at the data information in it. He flipped through the list on it, indeed, there were enough equipment for two regiments.

"Two standard light and heavy weapons of the Astral Legion, as well as a battalion of armored vehicles and tanks. This is a bigger deal than I imagined. I guess when the Ministry of Justice sees this information, the reaction will probably be bigger than I imagined." .”

Cole said while sliding the data information on it, "And you withheld all these, I guess you have other uses, right?" "Of course, instead of letting these things go to a feudal world to strengthen the local people to hurt each other It is better to have them, as they were made, serve the Emperor."

"Besides, it is impossible to send these weapons and equipment back to the Star Militia Army, so we will accept them." Vito said with his hips akimbo. He looked at the armed merchant ships outside and imagined what those guys would do when the time came. The look, I bet it's funny, the look of surprise.

Cole was also amused by Vito, which is quite in line with his style, and according to his habit, he probably added some embellishments to the message, and then stamped the court's seal very considerately at the end, and asked the legal department Work hard, ha, some of these unlucky guys have suffered.

But Cole's smile stopped quickly, his smile gradually weakened, and finally disappeared completely. He looked at the navigation data on it and frowned, "The subspace storm is stronger than I imagined, Emperor My lord, they are extremely lucky to be able to drive it."

In front of Cole is the data record of the merchant fleet passing through the subspace channel outside Macragge. The storm can no longer be described as strong. It is simply the dead sea, and no ship can escape from it alive Sailing through it, and worse, the dead zone blocking the necessary route to Terra.

"According to the data and intensity, the scope of the storm should have spread to the entire eastern galaxy, and all navigation will be blocked, and the fleet still in the subspace can only pray for the blessing of the Emperor. They can be like these three lucky guys. Same, jumped out at the end."

Vito looked at the dark Milky Way outside the window, his eyes looked at the dimmed starlight, those stars seemed to be covered with a veil and disappeared into the night.

Cole is thinking hard about a solution, he won't say anything, let's just give up, go back to Macragge, no one will blame us or anything, he knows they have to go to Terra, the Emperor is in trouble, they have to go To the throne world, no matter what stands in the way.

Relying on his rich sailing experience and experience, the captain thought of several methods. He tapped the star map on the data board in his hand, "If we want to bypass these storms, we can only jump through short-distance subspace. Jump out in front of the stand shield, then jump in after recharging, and advance in this cycle, but the speed will be very slow, quite slow.”

"Is there still option B?" Vito asked, Cole sighed and put down the data plate, he rubbed his hair.

"A detour, the Great Magellan wormhole near the storm galaxy in the south of Ultramar, generally speaking, can rely on its own star mass to stabilize the wormhole jump point, and connect with the Columbus wormhole at the other end, allowing the fleet to have a stable It is a transmission route that will not be disturbed by subspace, so it is also one of the most important strategic points of the Imperial Navy."

"What's the shortcoming? There won't be a perfect plan, Cole." Vito said calmly, and Cole sighed deeply. He shrugged slightly and pointed to the depths of the distant galaxy.

"To go to the Great Magellan, we have to detour around the southern part of the entire limit star field to reach the Great Magellan. It will take tens of thousands of light-years. The voyage time is very long, and it may last for one or two years. And now There is also subspace interference, which is even more unpredictable."

You don't want to say that you are going to rescue Terra, but when you arrive, Terra has been occupied for eighty years, and you suddenly jump out, right? Although the Imperial Navy is always late, it is not good to be so late at this juncture, when the Emperor has already been pulverized.

"Do you still have option C?" Vito turned to look at Cole and asked, who shook his head and sighed in distress, "No, damn it, we have to find a way."

"In that case, let's use my plan C." Vito said and handed the laser gun to Cole, who looked at Vito puzzled after taking the laser gun. far away.

"What plan? What plan C? What are you doing?" Cole yelled at Vito's back, who waved his hand and walked to the far side.

"Look for help."