Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The warships of the Imperial Navy are very big, very big. Each warship is almost a miniature world. You can find everything you need here, including shops, hospitals, schools, churches, entertainment venues, and even the black market, literally. A flying city in the sense of the word.

No one can prove that they know every part of this giant ship. As long as there is no map, anyone who enters the extremely complicated corridors and cabins of the battleship may be lost for days, or even weeks, until you get lucky. Until he met the latest batch of Imperial crew members.

Vito didn't understand every part of this giant ship, and he didn't know if Cole could, but everyone on this ship had something they were most familiar with, including Vito and the Astartes of the Death Watch team. For warriors, that is definitely this place.

The huge apron spans both sides. There are many fighter planes, transport vehicles and various spare parts stacked on the apron in the wide space. Fortunately, they did not pile ammunition and fuel here, otherwise someone would definitely be hit. Whip up.

Vito leaned on the top step platform of the apron. He looked down at the busy servitors, ground staff and Mechanicus priests below. They were all serving a machine of the Taishen, especially the big ones.

Thunderhawk gunships, Star Shark fighters and ground landing craft were all parked quietly. These imperial weapons were waiting quietly, waiting for the next time they were awakened by the flames of war.

"Everything is in order here, Inquisitor." Lancelot said, standing behind Vito with his sword in his hand and the iconic winged helmet of the Dark Angel under his armpit.

"It's just that our jumping torpedoes may need to be supplemented." "Indeed, we shot them all at once and used them as bait. Cole was so angry that he was half-dead. He kept calling me a prodigal and so on that night."

Vito shrugged helplessly, "How about I go to the next star port and get him a batch." After Vito said that, Lancelot also smiled. He pointed to a location below with his armored finger. It was a Thunderhawk, "Then we have to talk to the people responsible, you know, those electronic psychos."

Vito smiled silently, and then waved his hand slightly to signal Lancelot to follow him. Normally, Astartes hated being commanded by mortals, and it was usually the other way around, but it was different here, Lancelot I immediately followed him without any hesitation, any hesitation or complaint.

The tall giant carried a power sword and followed Vito with heavy steps. Airport personnel bowed to them wherever they went, while Vito smiled and nodded to everyone, so kindly that he didn't look like a judge. Officer, well, he is indeed not the kind of judge in the minds of the people of the empire.

No, no, I'm not saying that there aren't those insane inquisitors who like to shoot people, but to be honest, they are a rare animal even within the inquisition. Why? Because this kind of people generally live a short time, for various reasons, you know, they are not particularly likeable.

The two walked across the vast tarmac, passing between machines blessed by the Adeptus Mechanicus. Sparks of welding and repairing gaps fell from above their heads, like a strange snowstorm.

Blue, with a shark-headed thunderhawk painted on the nose of the aircraft, the priest of the Mechanicus who was busy using his several auxiliary mechanical arms turned his head. He looked at them with his mechanical eyes under his scarlet robe, several The eyes with different functions moved like emeralds.

"Hello, Octopus." Vito chuckled. The Mechanical Priest turned around, retracted his countless mechanical arms to his side, and responded with his ecstatic electronic sound.

"Please call me Omega, Inquisitor. I am a sage of the Mechanicus, not a flesh-and-blood creature like an octopus." The priest said.

Lancelot smiled, "Then you should ask the old wolf Olaf. He will talk to you for a long time about the giant squids that are tens of meters long on their extremely cold broken ball."

"That's obviously not me, Lancelot. Now, tell me why you came to disturb my work." The mechanical priest said, turning around and continuing to be busy, electric sparks and scanning light continued to burst out around him.

Vito and Lancelot looked at each other and shrugged. Vito walked to the Thunderhawk and looked up at the big blue bird.

"How is she doing?"

"I have repaired the damaged parts, but the machine spirit is still irritable and restless. Please don't rush directly towards the orc fleet next time. Inquisitor, this is a gunship, not a cruiser." "I will try my best."

Vito smiled jokingly, and then saw the things on the tool table beside him. They were big, rough and ugly things. Vito walked over and picked up a huge gun. It was so big that he needed both hands to hold it.

"Have you figured out how the greenskins made these crappy things?" Vito asked, and then handed the big gun to Lancelot, who grabbed it lightly and weighed it casually. "I still don't understand why the Green Skin didn't explode."

Omega did not look back, but instead used a robotic arm to grab an armor plate, quickly cut and melted it, and then replaced a damaged external armor on the Thunderhawk.

"I don't know either. Omnissiah is above me. I can't analyze these weapons that don't comply with common sense of basic physics, let alone the so-called wahgggggge energy of the orcs."

He said, taking two steps back and examining the Thunder Eagle in front of him, "I tried dissecting the orcs, but I couldn't understand the mysteries."

"Don't push yourself too hard, my friend, many things cannot be understood in one moment." Vito said, reaching out and stroking the surface of the Thunder Eagle. He stared into the shark's eyes, and then smiled.

Omega looked at Vito, and then continued to weld, "Tell me, Vito, what do you need? You are not reading in your private library, and you certainly did not come to me to reminisce."

"No, it is indeed part of the reason for reminiscing. We have known each other for so many years, Omega, but you are right, I did come to see you for something."

Vito said, continuing to stroke the surface of the fighter plane, "I need you to prepare her, and this battleship, we will have new troubles soon."

"As I expected, I suggest finding a star port as soon as possible, preferably one served by the Adeptus Mechanicus. We will make final preparations there."

Vito smiled again and raised his head slightly, "Of course, I heard that there is a huge shipyard in the satellite ring next to Victoria's main star. You can solve the problem with your colleagues there."

The communicator rang. Vito looked at the data terminal on his wrist in surprise. After raising his wrist, Cole's Bell appeared on it. The pharmacist looked at Vito, "Vito, you have to talk to Lancelot." Go back to the bridge and I've already informed the two wild wolves."

"What happened? Brother." Lancelot stepped forward and asked, "We don't know yet, but come here quickly, we need to make a decision."

Bell's image disappeared, Vito and Lancelot looked at each other, and then they both shrugged. Vito was about to speak but was interrupted.

"I'll have the Thunder Eagle ready to attack, go ahead." Omega said and grabbed another accessory. Vito smiled, then turned around and walked away with the Dark Angel, leaving only the Omega Cut bursting out. of brilliant sparks.

Praise the Ohm Messiah, use your monthly pass to appease the machine spirit, and then wahggggggge! stand up