This corridor of the Macragge's Honour had now become a cold battlefield. The air was thick with the oppressive hum of psychic energy and the chilling tension of steel against steel. It was no longer a battle between humans and Chaos, but a fierce conflict within the Imperium's most elite forces, erupting over ideology and authority.
Chapter Master Calgar's roar was like thunder, reverberating deep within everyone's souls. His authority and fury, inherited from the Primarch, swept through the entire space like a tangible tsunami, temporarily overpowering the cold psychic fluctuations emanating from the Grey Knights.
Luna Aisa, who had fallen to the ground, remained unconscious. Lina knelt beside her, her small body trembling with fear and sobs. She clutched the worn Ultramarines doll and the delicate Grey Knights figurine as if they were her only solace. This scene stood in cruel contrast to the silver-armored giants surrounding them, poised for battle.
Captain Moreno faced Calgar's towering rage, his figure still as upright as an ice peak, but his stance subtly adjusted, showing that he was not entirely ignoring this authority. His cold voice, transmitted through his helmet, still carried that inhuman calm, but it was also more resolute:
"Chapter Master Calgar, our actions are based on the Grey Knights Chapter's highest mission—to cleanse all threats of Chaos corruption and prevent them from escalating. " His visor swept towards the direction protected by Kazatoki, "The target individual, Gaius, his instability and potential risk have increased exponentially. Our internal assessment has determined that his very existence constitutes an immediate and grave threat. Regular monitoring and your protection are no longer sufficient to address this crisis. To ensure the interests of the Imperium and prevent catastrophic consequences, we must take coercive measures."
"Internal assessment?" Calgar's voice was like ice. "Whose internal assessment? Why am I, as one of Ultramar's rulers and the highest commander of this ship, completely unaware of this? When did your 'internal judgment' supersede the authority of Primarch Guilliman, allowing you to act against my warriors on my ship? And even attack my Tech-Sergeant?!"
"The Grey Knights Chapter's authority, in certain specific areas, is independent of other Astartes Chapters," Moreno replied without yielding. "Our duty requires us to be decisive, and when necessary... to transcend conventional procedures. This is a privilege granted by the Emperor and the High Lords of Terra."
"Privilege? A fine privilege indeed!" Calgar laughed in fury. "Is your privilege to act unilaterally after I have clearly stated my position? Is your privilege to use force against an unarmed Tech-Sergeant, who was merely performing her duty with courage?!" He pointed at Luna on the ground, his rage almost erupting.
Just then, urgent and heavy footsteps echoed from the other end of the corridor! Sergeant Golden led the way, with Lex, Cliff, and Sore close behind! Second Squad, all except Dorian, had arrived! They had clearly received the message and were now fully armed, Bolters loaded, and Power Swords and Chainswords humming!
Upon seeing the scene—the unconscious Luna, the crying Lina, and the standoff between the Grey Knights and the Chapter Master—the members of Second Squad immediately became furious! Without any command, they instantly spread out into a combat formation, their muzzles unhesitatingly pointing at Moreno, Valerius, and Kaldor, who had just broken free from Kazatoki's obstruction and was attempting to rejoin his captain!
"Put down your weapons! Step away from that Tech-Sergeant!" Gorden's roar rang out, filled with unquestionable resolve. Lex's Heavy Bolter emitted a heavy calibration sound, aimed at Moreno. Cliff and Sore also locked onto Valerius and Kaldor, respectively. Their brotherhood and protective instincts towards their comrade made them completely disregard the vast power disparity between them and the Grey Knights.
Almost simultaneously, an even heavier, earthquake-like thud of footsteps came from another direction! Hoss, from Terminator Captain Angerthas' squad, appeared like a moving fortress, his massive, vertically-crested figure looming! The colossal Daemon Hammer in his hand radiated a chilling psychic glow. With a single stride, his immense body stepped forward, directly blocking Kaldor, who wielded a Power Sword, and Second Squad, forming another solid barrier. His intention was clear—to prevent the conflict from escalating further, especially to protect the relatively weaker Second Squad.
"Brother Kaldor! Stand back!" Hoss' deep, rumbling voice was like an earthquake. "No one is to use force again until Captain Angerthas and the Chapter Master make a decision!"
Kaldor, blocked by Hoss' massive body and terrifying presence, had no choice but to stop, his Power Sword slightly lowered, but his vigilance remained.
The situation instantly became extremely complex and tense:
On one side was Captain Moreno and his two squad members, insisting on executing their so-called "internal judgment."
On the other side were Chapter Master Calgar, Captain Angerthas, and his squad members Kazatoki and Hoss, adamantly opposing Moreno's overreach.
Second Squad, filled with hostility, aimed at Moreno's squad, their emotions running high.
And the unconscious Luna and crying Lina had become the most innocent victims and catalysts in this conflict.
Moreno looked at Second Squad, who were pointing their guns at him. His cold visor turned to Gorden: "Your actions undoubtedly confirm that Gaius' corruption has begun to spread, influencing and even inciting irrational behavior in those around him. This further proves the necessity of coercive measures."
"To hell with your corruption!" Lex roared, his thick bionic fingers tightly gripping the trigger of his Heavy Bolter. "All I know is that you attacked our people! And you want to attack our brother!"
"Calm down, Lex!" Gorden yelled, but his own muzzle didn't waver in the slightest. "Captain Moreno, disarm immediately and submit to the Chapter Master's investigation! This is the final warning!"
Just at this tense, explosive moment!
Chapter Master Calgar made a decision. Through his internal vox-caster, he issued a cold command, one that would put the entire battleship into a state of war: "This is Calgar! First Company! Arm yourselves immediately! Objective: Deck Seven, lower corridor of Section B! Execute maximum alert containment procedure! If any non-Ultramarines unit makes a move, lethal force is authorized!"
The command was like a boulder thrown into still water, stirring up a thousand ripples! First Company! The pride of the Ultramarines, Calgar's core guard! Their deployment meant that the Chapter Master viewed this matter as the most serious challenge to the authority of the Ultramarines Chapter and even Ultramar itself!
Captain Moreno's body seemed to stiffen slightly. He might have anticipated Calgar's opposition, but he likely didn't expect him to be so unyielding, directly deploying First Company! This was no longer a clash of ideologies; it had escalated to a full-blown armed standoff!
"Chapter Master! Your actions are protecting a potential source of Chaos corruption! You are challenging the authority of the Grey Knights Chapter!" Moreno's voice finally carried a hint of imperceptible fluctuation, a mix of anger and disbelief.
"No, Captain Moreno," Calgar's voice was sharp and decisive, like clashing steel. "You are challenging my authority, on my ship, attacking my people, and attempting to abduct my warrior! The Grey Knights Chapter's duty is to purge demons, not to raise a butcher's knife against our own without judgment! If this is what you call 'authority,' then today I will see if that authority can prevail on my battleship!"
He took a step forward, glaring at Moreno: "Now, put down your weapons! Immediately! Otherwise, I will consider you invaders! The Ultramarines' Bolters will unleash their fire without hesitation on any target threatening the safety of this ship! Including... Grey Knights!"
The final showdown! The Primarch's heir's fury was unleashed without reservation!
Captain Angerthas also stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Calgar. The oppressive presence of his Terminator armor was even more pronounced. The twin-bladed Storm Power Halberd in his hand hummed, his voice deep and powerful: "Moreno! Stand down! You have made a grave mistake! Do you truly wish for the Emperor's most loyal warriors to slaughter each other here, because of your stubbornness and fear, bringing joy to our enemies? Our foes are the Warp's fiends, not brothers in blue armor!"
Hoss' massive body also subtly adjusted, his massive hammer aimed at Kaldor, creating an even stronger deterrent. Kazatoki remained silently guarding the corridor entrance, like an insurmountable silver colossus.
Valerius and Kaldor, facing such immense pressure, had to be even more cautious. Valerius tightened his grip on his standard-sized Daemon Hammer and whispered, "Captain... the situation is unfavorable..."
Captain Moreno was silent, his cold visor slowly moving between Calgar, Angerthas, the enraged Second Squad, and the distant, heavy, rhythmic footsteps of First Company's Terminators. He could feel that the entire Macragge's Honour was like an enraged beast, awakening and aiming its cold hostility at the three of them.
To continue being stubborn would lead to unimaginable consequences. Not only would the mission fail, but the three of them would very likely be "left behind." More importantly, once a conflict erupted, an irreparable rift would form between the Grey Knights Chapter and the Ultramarines Chapter, a loss the Imperium absolutely could not afford.
A long, suffocating dozen seconds passed.
Finally, Captain Moreno, very slowly, as if extremely reluctant, was the first to lower the tip of his Nemesis Power Halberd. This was a clear signal of abandoning a hostile stance.
"Valerius, Kaldor, disengage combat stance," he commanded coldly.
The two Grey Knights squad members, hearing this, also slowly lowered their weapons.
But Moreno's voice remained firm: "Chapter Master Calgar, Captain Angerthas. We retreat for now, not in acknowledgment of your correctness, nor in abandonment of our duty. The threat of Gaius is real and undeniable. I will report everything that has transpired here in detail to the highest echelons of the Grey Knights Chapter. At that time, there will be a higher-level judgment."
He glanced at Luna on the ground: "I regret the plight of this Tech-Sergeant. However, interfering with the Grey Knights Chapter's mission inherently carries risks. I hope she learns her lesson."
There was no apology in his words, but rather a condescending "tolerance" that once again ignited the fury of Second Squad.
"You!" Lex almost charged forward, but Gorden held him back tightly.
Calgar's face remained cold: "That's for later. Now, take your men and immediately return to your assigned quarters! You are not to leave without my permission! All your external communications will be closely monitored! This is an order, not a discussion!"
Moreno did not answer, merely turned coldly. Valerius and Kaldor followed closely. Hoss and Kazatoki cleared the way, but remained highly vigilant, watching them leave.
It wasn't until the figures of Moreno and his two companions disappeared down the corridor that the suffocating psychic pressure slightly eased.
At this moment, First Captain Cassius himself arrived on the scene, leading ten fully armed Ultramarines Terminators. Seeing that the situation seemed temporarily under control, he immediately directed his subordinates to take over the area and dispatched a squad to "escort" Moreno and the others back to their quarters.
"Chapter Master!" Gorden immediately put away his weapon and rushed to Luna's side. Medic Sore also quickly stepped forward to examine her.
"How is she?" Calgar asked in a deep voice, his tone betraying concern.
Sore quickly examined her and reported: "Vital signs are stable, but her nervous system has suffered a strong psychic shock, causing temporary unconsciousness. She needs to be immediately sent to the medical bay for in-depth examination and recovery treatment. There should be no permanent damage, but... the process will be very painful."
Calgar's face darkened further. He glanced at Lina, who was scared and at a loss, and said to Gorden: "Take good care of them. Second Squad, you are temporarily responsible for Luna's safety and subsequent matters."
"Yes, Chapter Master!" Gorden replied solemnly, carefully lifting Luna with Sore.
Calgar walked over to Captain Angerthas, his tone slightly softened but still serious: "Captain Angerthas, thank you for your timely intervention. If not for Brother Kazatoki and Brother Hoss, today's events might have been difficult to resolve."
Angerthas put away his Storm Halberd, his deep voice carrying a hint of gravity: "This is our duty. Captain Moreno... has been blinded by his hatred for Chaos, and his actions are becoming increasingly extreme. We also bear some responsibility for oversight. However, his concerns about Gaius are not entirely unfounded. Chapter Master, this matter may not be over yet."
"I know," Calgar's gaze was profound. "The highest echelons of the Grey Knights Chapter... It seems I must personally communicate this matter to my Primarch. Before that, Captain Angerthas, can your squad ensure Moreno and his men are watched? I don't want any more 'accidents'."
"It's my duty," Angerthas nodded. "Hoss, Kazatoki. You two are responsible for monitoring the perimeter of Moreno's squad's quarters. If Valerius and Kaldor make any unauthorized moves... you may stop them first."
"Yes, Captain!" Hoss responded dully, and Kazatoki also hummed in confirmation.
The crisis was temporarily averted, but the cracks and shadows left behind were deeper. Calgar looked at the chaotic corridor, his heart heavy. He knew that negotiations with the highest echelons of the Grey Knights Chapter would be extremely difficult, and Gaius' problem had already been pushed to the forefront, with no room for maneuver.
He had to contact his Primarch, Roboute Guilliman himself, on Holy Terra, as soon as possible. Only the Primarch's authority could possibly quell this storm, triggered by an ordinary warrior, that was sweeping through the highest levels of the Imperium.
At this moment, Gaius was hiding deep within a secluded ventilation duct, his body cold, listening to the faint, heavy footsteps and alarms in the distance, his heart filled with worry for Luna, fear for the future, and the whispering, seductive, and mocking voice that had quietly resurfaced.
"...Look...all because of you...loyalty and protection...how fragile..."
The cold metal wall of the duct pressed against Gaius' back, a biting chill seeping through his thin training uniform. He was curled up in a narrow, secluded maintenance duct deep within the Macragge's Honour, hidden in the shadows, suppressing even his breathing to a minimum. In the distance, the faint, heavy footsteps of Terminators and the intermittent alarms within the ship pounded like drums against his heart.
Fear, like a cold viper, coiled around his spine, slowly tightening.
He couldn't believe what had just happened. Captain Moreno... the Grey Knights... they actually dared! After the Chapter Master had clearly stated his position, on the Ultramarines' flagship, they openly made a move! Their cold demeanor, the unyielding order for 'forced containment,' and Luna's falling figure as she tried to save him... all played out repeatedly in his mind like a nightmare.
The Chapter Master's protection, the brothers' trust... in the face of the Grey Knights' absolute, 'purify everything' mission, did they truly seem so fragile, so vulnerable?
A deep, almost despairing sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him. What else could he believe? What else could he rely on? If even the Chapter Master couldn't completely stop the Grey Knights, where was his future? Was he truly destined to be 'contained' and 'purified,' as Moreno had said?
Just as he lost control of his mind, consumed by fear and doubt—
Buzz...
The cold metallic sheen on the surrounding duct walls seemed to subtly Warp, and a faint, strange odor, like a mix of old parchment and ozone, permeated the air. The shadows deep within the duct began to unnaturally writhe and stretch, as if they had a life of their own.
A blurry, ephemeral image, composed of shifting blue light and distorted shadows, silently appeared on the duct wall in front of him. It had no fixed form; at times it resembled a wise old man in a long robe, at others a cunning, mocking raven, finally coalescing into a roughly humanoid silhouette, its face a constantly spinning, dizzying deep blue vortex.
"...Look...the lost lamb...cowering in the corner..." That familiar, multi-toned voice, full of endless cunning and amusement, resonated directly in the depths of his mind, clearer than ever before, filled with undisguised pity... and mockery. "...How does fear taste?...How does it feel...to be betrayed and hunted by the very system you swore to serve?..."
Gaius suddenly looked up, his pupils constricted, his body instantly tensing: "Get out!" He tried to roar, but his voice was dry and hoarse, devoid of power.
"...Heh...anger?...Powerless and ridiculous..." The Lord of Change's phantom let out a soft laugh, like the rustling of countless papers. "...What are you still hoping for?...Hoping those silver-armored knights will suddenly listen to reason?...Hoping that mortal named Calgar can protect you forever?..."
The phantom's arm (if it could be called an arm) lifted slightly, pointing in the direction Gaius had come from, where the shadows seemed to transform into a replay of the recent conflict: "...Look...They wouldn't even give you a chance to explain...They only believe their own 'assessment'...Their logic is simple and brutal—if there's a risk, eliminate it...Better to kill by mistake than to let one go...Is this the 'justice' you serve?..."
"...And the girl who fell to protect you..." The phantom's voice became a venomous hiss, full of malicious provocation, "...Her sacrifice...her pain...what did it achieve?...It brought nothing more than a casual 'regret' from the Grey Knights...and a higher 'risk rating'...In their eyes, her courage and loyalty were just further proof of your 'spreading contamination'...Absurd?...Ridiculous?...But this is their 'logic'!..."
These words were like the sharpest daggers, accurately piercing the deepest fears and pains in Gaius' heart! He opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but found his words so pale and powerless. Moreno's attitude was indeed exactly that!
"...Admit it...Gaius..." The phantom's voice became even more seductive, like the whisper of a devil, "...In this cold, unyielding system...you have no future...What awaits you...is either execution as a heretic...or eternal imprisonment in a dark, sunless dungeon...until you lose yourself..."
"...But I am different..." The blue vortex spun faster, emitting a heart-pounding allure. "...I appreciate your contradictions...your potential...I can see every shining facet in your soul...With me...power is truth...knowledge is freedom..."
The phantom extended a hand, its fingers, formed of light and shadow, seemed to reach out to touch Gaius' forehead: "...Why endure this baseless suspicion and persecution any longer?...Why let those who care about you suffer because of you?...Embrace true 'logic'...Embrace the Lord of Change...You will gain the power to control your own destiny...Then...those silver-armored knights...what are they to you?...You can even...play with them in the palm of your hand..."
"...Think about it...that feeling of no longer fearing...no longer being powerless...of being able to easily protect those you wish to protect...of being able to impose your will upon reality..." The seductive whisper was like a warm tide, trying to drown his last vestiges of reason.
This time, Gaius did not immediately roar back in defiance. He fell silent. His body trembled slightly.
The Lord of Change's words, though malicious, were like a distorted mirror, reflecting his deepest fears and the possibilities he was most unwilling to admit—perhaps, in this cold, cruel universe, loyalty and trust truly could not withstand the iron laws of "risk management" and "absolute purification"? Perhaps his ultimate fate truly could only be...
He saw Luna's fallen figure, heard Lina's terrified cries... All of this was because of him. If he didn't exist, or if he possessed enough power...
The blue phantom seemed to sense his internal wavering, and a satisfied expression emerged from the spinning vortex. Its whispers became softer, more alluring...
Just then!
"Gaius! Gaius! Answer me!" An anxious yet incredibly familiar voice, accompanied by the heavy footsteps of power armor, came from the entrance of the duct in the distance, breaking the eerie silence and temptation!
It was Sergeant Golden!
Immediately after, Lex's gruff voice also rang out: "Kid! Come out! It's over! Those Grey Knights have been chased back by the Chapter Master!"
And Cliff's calm analytical voice: "Based on the echo of the footsteps, he's likely hiding in a maintenance duct in this area. Sore, monitor for life signs."
As well as Medic Sore's gentle call: "Gaius, it's us. It's safe, come out."
The voices of his brothers! Like a sharp sword, they pierced through the thick fog and the seductive whispers!
The Lord of Change's phantom twisted sharply, letting out an extremely faint, annoyed hiss, and quickly faded and dissolved like dew in the sunlight. The strange smell and distorted light and shadow instantly vanished, leaving only the cold metal duct and the increasingly close shouts of his brothers in the distance.
Gaius jolted, as if waking from a nightmare, his back instantly drenched in cold sweat. He gasped for air, his heart pounding, and a wave of fear washed over him—he had just... almost... been seduced by that whisper!
"I... I'm here!" He quickly called out, his voice hoarse from the previous tension. He scrambled out of his hiding spot, using both hands and feet, and ran towards the light at the duct's entrance.
Soon, four tall figures in blue armor appeared at the entrance, blocking the light, and bringing an incredibly reliable sense of security. Sergeant Golden, seeing him unharmed, visibly breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward.
"Gaius! Are you alright?" Gorden gripped his shoulder, scrutinizing him, afraid he might have suffered some injury or... other influence.
"I... I'm fine." Gaius shook his head, trying to calm his breathing and heartbeat, his gaze sweeping over the concerned faces of his four brothers. "Luna... how is Luna?"
"Medic Sore has done a preliminary check; there's no danger to her life, but she needs rest," Gorden said in a low voice, his tone carrying suppressed anger at the Grey Knights' actions. "Don't worry, the Chapter Master has completely brought the situation under control. Moreno and his group have been 'invited' back to their quarters by the First Company for strict supervision. Captain Angerthas and his men are also on our side."
Lex snorted, his mechanical prosthetic clattering: "Damn it! If it weren't for the Chapter Master's orders, I'd really want to blast open the heads of those three Grey Knights with a meltagun to see if there are even people under their helmets!"
Cliff calmly added: "Emotional reactions don't solve problems. The current situation is temporarily stable, but the root cause remains. The Chapter Master needs time to communicate with higher authorities."
Sore patted Gaius' shoulder, offering him a sedative, but Gaius shook his head, refusing it: "Relax, Gaius. The most dangerous moment has passed. You're safe."
Looking at his brothers' concerned and steadfast gazes, listening to their words, the cold fear and despair in Gaius' heart slowly began to melt away. A sense of relief and warmth, like surviving a disaster, flowed through him again.
Yes, he was not alone. The Chapter Master had withstood immense pressure to protect him, his brothers had unhesitatingly drawn their weapons to confront the situation for him, and even a Grey Knight like Captain Angerthas had chosen to stand on the side of reason and camaraderie.
The Lord of Change's whispers tried to make him believe everyone had abandoned him, but the reality was that so many people were still fighting for him, still trusting him.
"Thank you... Thank you all..." Gaius' voice was choked, and he lowered his head, not wanting his brothers to see his reddened eyes.
"Nonsense!" Gorden clapped him hard on the back. "We're brothers! Second Squad never abandons its own! Come on, let's get out of this cursed place. The Chapter Master might still want to see you."
Surrounded by his four brothers, Gaius emerged from the dark, cold duct, once again bathed in the bright light of the ship's corridor. Although future challenges remained severe, Moreno's threat had not been removed, and the Lord of Change's whispers might resonate again.
But at least for now, he was no longer alone in facing the endless fear and darkness. The camaraderie of his brothers and the Chapter Master's protection, like sturdy armor, temporarily fended off the internal and external erosion, allowing him to regain his breath and the courage to move forward.
However, would the forcibly interrupted temptation and the seeds of doubt quietly planted deep within his heart truly disappear? Perhaps, only time would tell.
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Inside the command bridge of the Macragge's Honour, the atmosphere was solemn and grave. All non-essential operations were paused, and the communications officers and Tech-Priests held their breath, as if even the air had stopped moving. In the center of the command room, on a communication platform surrounded by powerful encryption runes and psychic barriers, a holographic image was struggling to stabilize and coalesce.
Chapter Master Marius Calgar stood alone before the platform, his posture as straight as a pine, but his tightly clenched fists behind his back and slightly furrowed brow revealed his inner gravity and tension. He was about to contact the Primarch of the Ultramarines, the Lord Regent of the Imperium, and the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar—Roboute Guilliman. And the report was about a sharp conflict between the highest combat forces within the Imperium.
Finally, the holographic image stabilized. It was an immensely majestic figure; even as a projection, he exuded awe-inspiring wisdom, authority, and power. He wore the exquisite 'Armor of Fate,' the Mark X Tarentus power armor, adorned with the symbols of Ultramar and countless inscriptions of his achievements. His face combined the sagacity of a scholar with the resolve of a commander, his eyes as deep as a star-filled sea, as if able to perceive everything. Only a hint of weariness, difficult to conceal, from handling the vast affairs of the Imperium, was visible between his brows.
"Marius." Roboute Guilliman's voice came through the distant Warp communication, clear, steady, with a calming power, yet also containing an undeniable authority. "What has happened that requires using an emergency frequency to contact me directly? Has the situation in Ultramar spiraled out of control?"
"Primarch." Calgar knelt on one knee, his right fist placed over his left chest, performing a very solemn Aquila salute. "Please forgive me for disturbing your duties. There are no large-scale hostilities in Ultramar at present, but... a very thorny incident has occurred that could lead to serious animosity between the Grey Knights Chapter and our Chapter."
Maintaining his kneeling posture, he reported in the most concise and objective language the entire sequence of events: Gaius' special situation, the Grey Knights Moreno Squad's continuous surveillance and pressure, his previous decisions, and the recent armed conflict—including Moreno's attempt to forcibly take Gaius, Luna Aisa's intervention and injury, Angerthas' squad's intervention, Second Squad's standoff, and his deployment of First Company for deterrence—all laid out plainly and without reservation.
He did not add any personal emotions, merely stated the facts, but every word carried immense weight.
In the holographic image, Guilliman listened silently, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest of his throne. His deep gaze seemed to penetrate endless time and space, falling upon Calgar, and also analyzing every detail.
When Calgar finished his report, a brief silence fell over the command room, broken only by the faint hum of precise instruments.
After a long moment, Guilliman slowly spoke, his voice still steady, but with a hint of complexity: "The Grey Knights Chapter... the High Lords of Terra have granted them great autonomy, especially in matters concerning the Warp. Their fanaticism and extremism are, to some extent, a necessary price for confronting that dark realm. From the perspective of their duty, Captain Moreno's concerns and 'assessment' are not entirely unfounded. An individual resonating with the power of the Lord of Change indeed poses a huge and immeasurable potential risk."
Calgar's heart sank slightly, but he remained silent, continuing to listen.
"However," Guilliman's tone sharpened, "authority is not limitless, nor is duty an excuse for brutality. Under any circumstances, on the flagship of a Primarch's successor, attempting to forcibly remove a warrior under his command without his explicit permission, or even against his explicit opposition, and injuring his Tech-Priest... this is a severe overreach of authority, a blatant challenge to Ultramar's sovereignty and the Ultramarines Chapter's dignity. Captain Moreno... his judgment has been consumed by fear of Chaos, and his actions have spiraled out of control."
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze falling upon Calgar as if it were a physical presence: "Marius, your handling of the situation, though forceful, was not inappropriate. Upholding the Chapter's authority and protecting your warriors are your core duties as Chapter Master. Captain Angerthas' intervention... is commendable; he demonstrated a rare rationality and respect for the alliance among the Grey Knights."
Hearing the Primarch's affirmation, a great weight was lifted from Calgar's heart.
"Regarding that warrior, Gaius..." Guilliman pondered for a moment. "His situation is indeed unique. The gaze of the Lord of Change is like a maggot in the bone, and his 'gifts' are fraught with endless schemes. Trust and vigilance must coexist. Your decision—internal oversight, guidance, and control—is the most reasonable choice under the current circumstances. But the extent of this requires your personal judgment. He is both a double-edged sword that could harm himself and potentially... an unexpected force against Chaos in the future. How to forge him will test your wisdom."
"I will heed your teachings, Primarch," Calgar said, bowing his head.
"As for negotiations with the highest echelons of the Grey Knights Chapter..." Guilliman nodded slightly. "I will personally communicate with the Grand Master of the Grey Knights Chapter about this matter. Captain Moreno's squad's actions must be restrained and disciplined, but their 'risk assessment' report will also be taken into consideration. Ultimately, the authority to dispose of Gaius will remain in your hands. This is the power I, Roboute Guilliman, grant you as Lord Regent of the Imperium and Primarch. The Grey Knights Chapter must respect this."
This was undoubtedly giving Calgar the strongest backing and the clearest authorization! It meant that as long as Calgar insisted, unless Gaius showed clear and unambiguous signs of corruption, the Grey Knights Chapter would have no right to forcibly intervene.
"Thank you for your trust and support, Primarch!" Calgar's voice held a hint of excitement.
"Do not thank me, Marius." Guilliman's voice conveyed a touch of weariness, but also a hint of relief. "Managing such a vast Imperium requires countless loyal individuals like you who dare to take responsibility and guard their sector. I trust your judgment. Handle this matter properly, comfort the injured, and stabilize morale. Ultramar... cannot fall into disarray."
"Yes! Primarch! I will not fail your expectations!"
"May the Emperor guide you." Guilliman's holographic image began to blur. "Maintain contact. For the Imperium, for Ultramar."
"For the Imperium! For Ultramar!" Calgar repeated.
The communication ended, and the holographic image disappeared. The atmosphere in the command room immediately relaxed; everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Calgar stood up straight, feeling the burden on his shoulders lighten somewhat, but the Primarch's entrustment and trust made him feel an even greater responsibility. He had to resolve Gaius' issue and also give Luna an explanation.
...
In the medical bay, Luna Aisa had awakened and been transferred from the intensive care unit to a regular observation room. She lay on the bed, her face still pale, most of her body still in the recovery period after nerve paralysis. Only her eyes could move slightly, and her fingers could make extremely faint tremors. Various monitoring instruments were still connected to her, recording her vital signs.
Lina sat on a small chair by the bed, her eyes swollen like peaches, clearly having cried for a long time. Her small hand tightly clutched one of Luna's barely movable fingers, her voice still tearful: "Luna... you scared Lina to death... don't die..."
Luna's bionic eye flickered weakly, seemingly wanting to express "I won't die," but she couldn't respond further. The conflict between the Astartes was like a landslide and tsunami to her; she intervened based on her duty and some... ineffable impulse, but the result was like a blade of grass crushed by a giant wheel, utterly helpless. This feeling of powerlessness, for her who was accustomed to solving problems with logic and technology, was a new and uncomfortable experience.
The ward door was gently pushed open, and Gaius' figure appeared in the doorway. He had changed into a clean training uniform, but his brow still carried a trace of lingering shock, fatigue, and deep guilt.
He saw Luna awake, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but more so, apology. He slowly walked to the bedside, somewhat at a loss.
"Luna... how... how do you feel?" His voice was dry.
Luna's bionic eye turned to him, flickering once, as if responding "still alive."
Lina saw Gaius and immediately complained tearfully: "Gaius! Those silver cans... those Grey Knights were so scary! They hit Luna!"
Gaius' heart clenched. He squatted down and gently stroked Lina's hair: "I'm sorry, Lina, it's all because of me..."
Then he looked up at Luna, his eyes filled with sincere gratitude and guilt: "Luna... thank you. If it weren't for you... I might have been taken away by them by now... I'm sorry for implicating you."
Luna looked at him quietly, the light from her bionic eye very faint. After a long while, her almost immobile finger, with extreme difficulty, as if using all her strength, very lightly... hooked Lina's small palm.
It was a movement so small it was almost imperceptible.
But both Gaius and Lina saw it.
Lina paused, then immediately reacted, translating tearfully: "Luna says... 'It's my duty'... and... 'No need to thank me'..."
Gaius was momentarily stunned. He looked at Luna's still calm but pale face, at those bionic eyes that seemed to never show emotional fluctuations, and an indescribable warmth and pang of sadness welled up in his heart.
"It's my duty"... For her, protecting the crew and upholding the Chapter Master's orders might just be a cold duty. But that selfless charge, that desperate cry of "Run!"—how could it be simply summarized by the words "it's my duty"?
This silent protection, expressed through action, was far heavier and more sincere than any impassioned words.
Gaius took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "I understand. I will remember this debt. You rest well and get better quickly."
He said nothing more; some emotions need no words. He stroked Lina's head again, then turned and left the ward. He knew that what he owed was more than just a thank you.
...
Meanwhile, on a distant agricultural world named "Katila," located on the edge of the Maelstrom, an absurd farce was unfolding.
Jerrison Fall and his four Night Lords companions were swaggering across the plaza in front of the planetary governor's mansion. They were wearing five sets of Mark IV or V power armor, painted in Ultramarines blue, but with a slightly older style, and in some places, even deliberately distressed battle damage! The Aquila on their chests and the Omega symbol on their shoulder pads, however, were polished to a shine.
The origin of these armors was unknown; God knew if they had stolen them from some museum, dug them out of some ancient battlefield ruins, or simply "borrowed" them from certain black market dealers.
Jerrison had even managed to procure a slightly worn but still conspicuous Ultramarines battle standard from somewhere, which one of his companions carried. He himself strode proudly, mimicking the upright, arrogant gait of those "blue-smurfs" he remembered, and approached the planetary governor, who was trembling with fear at the sight.
He announced in a deliberately refined, solemn but slightly hoarse voice: "In the name of the Emperor and Ultramar! We are the 7th Company, Advanced Reconnaissance Squad of the Ultramarines! By order of the Chapter Master, we are patrolling this star sector to eradicate remaining xenos! We understand your world was once harassed by greenskins, and we have come to verify and replenish supplies needed for our expedition!"
His lies flowed effortlessly, his expression "serious and sincere," and combined with the ancient but highly intimidating power armor, he actually managed to awe the unsophisticated planetary governor and his officials.
Jerrison even "casually" revealed that they had just endured a "brutal" engagement, losing many brothers and equipment, and urgently needed "a little bit" of supplies to continue serving the Emperor.
Grateful and afraid of offending these "angels," how could the planetary governor dare to doubt? He immediately ordered the warehouses opened, allowing these "Ultramarines" to select the supplies they needed—from large quantities of standard rations, fuel, and spare parts, to a batch of master-crafted boltguns and plasma weapons, and even a small assault craft, quite good in performance, originally belonging to the local Planetary Defense Forces, docked at the planetary port!
While directing his companions to "graciously accept" these provisions, Jerrison also patted the governor's shoulder, praising his loyalty to the Imperium in the manner of an Ultramarine, and stating that he would definitely report his "contributions" to the Chapter Master.
Watching the rapidly dwindling supplies in the warehouse and the brand-new assault craft so easily conned, Jerrison's heart swelled with delight, but his face still had to maintain that "solemn and sorrowful" expression.
Once all the supplies and the assault craft were successfully transferred, Jerrison and his four companions immediately boarded the vessel. Under the respectful gaze of the planetary governor and officials, they started the engines, soared into the sky, and quickly disappeared beyond the atmosphere.
As soon as they entered space, the ship's cabin erupted with the unbridled laughter and curses of the Night Lords.
"Hahahaha! These stupid bumpkins! So easy to fool!" one Night Lord laughed, patting his newly acquired plasma gun.
Jerrison sat proudly in the pilot's seat, whistling: "Tsk... who says being an Ultramarine has no benefits? Look at these supplies, this new ship! Much better than our old junk! We should prepare a few more of these 'skins' in the future, and trick people wherever we go!"
They had no idea that their impersonation and fraudulent acquisition of supplies might one day bring immense trouble to the real 7th Company of the Ultramarines, and even to the reputation of Ultramar as a whole. And for Jerrison, this was perhaps just another insignificant, ironic adventure in his chaotic and dangerous life.
The Imperium's domain is vast and boundless, where loyalty and betrayal, glory and deceit, are constantly playing out in different corners.
Six months had passed, like the stardust flowing outside the windows of the Macragge's Honour, silently yet profoundly changing many things. Time, the greatest physician, with its gentle and enduring power, slowly healed the deep scars left on the ship by internal conflicts.
The medical bay no longer exuded the heavy, oppressive atmosphere it once did. Although Declan Catonia's massive body still couldn't wear his heavy power armor, he was able to leave his sickbed and, with the aid of mechanical support braces, slowly but steadily walk during rehabilitation. His signature booming voice and boasts once again echoed through the medical bay's corridors and nearby training grounds.
"Hey! Newbie! Yes, you! Come here!" Dorian leaned against a strength training machine, waving to a new recruit who had just finished basic training and was looking at him with awe. "Do you know how I got these injuries? In the lair of those Word Bearers bastards! They threw me into an arena, wanting dozens of World Eaters berserkers to wear me down one after another!"
The new recruit's eyes widened as he looked at the still-gruesome scars on Dorian's body—some old, some fresh from rehabilitation wear and tear—and swallowed. "D-dozens of World Eaters?"
"That's right!" Dorian proudly thumped his chest, causing the mechanical braces to creak in protest. He winced, then continued to boast, "Those red-skinned lunatics charged at me, roaring! Their chainaxes swung like windmills! But who am I? Declan Catonia of the 7th Company, 2nd Squad! One comes, I cleave one! Two come, I chop them both! A whole company of World Eaters! I hacked them to pieces all by myself! If only they hadn't used dirty tricks at the end..."
Sergeant Golden, passing by, sighed helplessly and interrupted his "epic": "Dorian, Apothecary Vorlak said your rehabilitation today is twenty sets of squats, not telling tall tales to new recruits. Also, I recall the report stating you killed twelve World Eaters and were severely wounded yourself, relying on Jerrison Fall..."
"Ah, ha ha ha! Sergeant!" Dorian quickly covered his embarrassment with a loud laugh. "Details! Those are all details! The main thing is I took down so many enemies and came back alive! That's what you call skill!" He quickly winked at the new recruit, motioning him to keep quiet, then obediently, limping, walked towards the squat machine, muttering, "Twelve and a company are pretty much the same..."
The new recruit looked at Dorian's retreating back, his eyes full of admiration, despite some doubts about the exact numbers. This optimistic, almost carefree spirit, in a way, also infected those around him, making everyone feel that even the most difficult hurdles could be overcome.
Luna Aisa had fully recovered and returned to her technical post. The psychic shock left no obvious after-effects, but it seemed to have made her more silent, with an almost imperceptible flicker of self-doubt occasionally crossing her bionic eye. She still had Lina with her; the little girl had become her shadow and assistant, running around behind her with a data-slate, learning all sorts of mechanical knowledge. Lina's eyes were no longer swollen and red, having regained their childlike sparkle, though occasionally in the dead of night, during nightmares, she would instinctively clutch the worn Ultramarines doll.
Captain Moreno and his squad members, who had been the source of the conflict, had been virtually invisible for the past six months. They were confined to their assigned quarters, rarely seen, and all external communications were under strict surveillance. The ship's crew had almost forgotten their existence. Instead, Captain Angerthas, Hoss, and Kazatoki, the three Terminator Grey Knights, appeared more frequently in everyone's sight.
They no longer always stayed in secluded meditation chambers or training grounds. Sometimes, people would see Captain Angerthas' massive Terminator body silently standing by the bridge's observation window, like a silver guardian, gazing at the star-filled sea outside; sometimes, Hoss' figure, like a mobile fortress, would be seen in the hangar helping Tech-Priests secure large equipment—he alone could do the work of twenty ordinary crew members; some even saw the long-range gunner Kazatoki patiently answering, in his own way, questions from daring Tech-Priests about weapon maintenance.
Ordinary crew members initially felt awe and nervousness when they saw them, but as time passed, they found that while these three Grey Knights were taciturn and imposing, they never showed any disdain or harm towards mortals. They upheld their duty as guardians, even returning the crew's salutes—Angerthas would give a slight nod, Hoss would emit a deep grunt, and Kazatoki's bionic eye would flicker to acknowledge receipt.
In them, people saw a different quality from Moreno's squad: powerful yet not devoid of humanity, majestic yet containing kindness. They demonstrated through their actions that even warriors most dedicated to combating Warp horrors should not forget their original intention to protect humanity. This image subtly changed the crew's perception of the Grey Knights; some even privately compared them to the Salamanders Chapter, known for their care for mortals—they were living examples reminding other Astartes Chapters not to forget their humanity.
For Gaius, these six months were a long and arduous period of self-struggle and exploration. Under Chapter Master Calgar's clear instructions and the Librarian's secret guidance, he no longer feared and suppressed the dormant power in his left arm, but instead began to try to understand it, to connect with it, and even... to cautiously guide it.
The process was fraught with risk and pain. Countless times, he almost succumbed again to the cold blue energy torrent, seduced by the whispers of the Lord of Change. But each time, he pulled himself back from the brink through his faith in the Emperor, his loyalty to the Primarch, his promises to his comrades, and the extreme tempering of his own will.
Gradually, he made small but significant progress. His dormant left arm could now move completely freely, and its strength and flexibility even seemed to have slightly improved. More importantly, he found that he could occasionally perceive extremely faint energy flows within a very small range—perhaps the pulse of the ship's engines, or the premonition of nearby weapons charging, and he could even vaguely sense the intense emotional fluctuations of those around him, such as Dorian's guilt when boasting, or Lina's joy when happy.
This perception was not psychic power; it was more like an extremely acute intuition for changes in the physical universe's energy, as if his left arm had become an incredibly precise receiver. Upon learning this, Chapter Master Calgar instructed him: "Stabilize it, try to understand it, and even... under absolutely controllable conditions, 'utilize' it. Remember, Gaius, you are using the power, not letting the power use you. You must be its master, not its slave."
This path was like walking a tightrope over a chasm; Gaius took every step with utmost caution, as if treading on thin ice. But he did not shrink back; he knew this was the only way out that Chapter Master Calgar and his brothers had secured for him.
...
On this day, the Macragge's Honour's hangar welcomed a long-awaited bustle and... solemnity. Accompanied by the roar of engines and the flashing of guidance signals, scarred Thunderhawk Gunships and assault boats, like weary birds returning to their nests, slowly entered the massive hangar platform. The hatches opened, and out stepped groups of exhausted blue giants, their armor covered in battle damage, many of them wounded.
The main force of the 7th Company, led by Captain Cassius, had completed its purge mission on Gloom IV and finally returned to the mothership.
However, the atmosphere of return was neither relaxed nor joyful. The warriors silently lined up; many squads were visibly understrength, and the once full company now looked significantly thinned. The wounded were swiftly sent to the medical bay, and the names of the fallen were called out one by one, a heavy atmosphere permeating the entire hangar. Even the usually optimistic Dorian, seeing the vacant spots and the fatigue and sorrow on his comrades' faces, sobered up, silently thumping his chest in salute.
Captain Cassius walked towards Chapter Master Calgar and Sergeant Golden, who had come to greet him. He removed his helmet, revealing a weathered face, etched with weariness yet still resolute.
"Chapter Master," his voice was hoarse, "the 7th Company... reports for duty. Mission... accomplished. Slaanesh contamination in the main areas of Gloom IV has been cleared, and residual heretics and daemons have been dispersed or purified."
"You have worked hard, Captain Cassius." Chapter Master Calgar's gaze swept over the depleted squads and wounded warriors, his expression heavy. "Report the casualties."
Captain Cassius took a deep breath, his voice low and pained: "Thirty-seven fallen, eleven severely wounded and incapacitated for combat, over half with minor injuries requiring rest. Primarily... the encounters with Slaanesh daemons were extremely frequent and brutal. Hundreds of battles, large and small; the methods of those foul daemons... were impossible to guard against. They used illusions, sensory temptations, extreme pain and pleasure... Many brothers did not fall due to lack of skill, but because... their minds gave way."
He paused, then added: "Slaanesh's power established several small 'Courts of Pleasure' there, twisting the fabric of reality. We paid a huge price to eradicate them one by one. The lingering effects of those places... may take a very long time to completely clear, and some brothers' psychological trauma... will require long-term counseling from the Librarian."
Hearing such heavy casualty figures, especially with many warriors falling in mental combat, the mood of everyone present grew even heavier. The threat of Slaanesh was often more terrifying and lethal than straightforward slaughter.
"You did very well, Captain Cassius. The sacrifices and accomplishments of the 7th Company will be remembered." Chapter Master Calgar said solemnly, "Let the warriors rest well; the wounded brothers will receive the best treatment. The names of the fallen will be etched into the Hall of Heroes."
"Thank you, Chapter Master." Captain Cassius nodded, his gaze turning to Gorden and the members of the Second Squad. "I hear things haven't been peaceful here either while we were away?"
Gorden gave a wry smile: "It's a long story, Captain. I'll give you a detailed report later. Welcome back."
Just then, Captain Angerthas' massive figure also approached. The Terminator armor made heavy thudding sounds on the deck.
"Captain Cassius," Angerthas' deep voice rumbled, "We heard you fought fiercely against the Slaanesh daemons for a long time. We perceive that a very subtle sensory mist imprint still remains in the soul-auras of some returning warriors. If necessary, we can assist the Librarian in a deeper level of purification and protection."
Captain Cassius was somewhat surprised by the Grey Knights' appearance; only Moreno's squad had been there when he left. But upon hearing the offer, he immediately responded with gravity: "I am deeply grateful, Grey Knight. Slaanesh's corruption is indeed difficult to completely eradicate; your help would be our honor."
This indicated that Angerthas' squad had begun to integrate more deeply into the warship's operations and were actively offering assistance, a stark contrast to Moreno's squad.
The returning main force began to disperse in an orderly fashion for rest and resupply. The hangar became busy, but also permeated with a quiet resilience after the sorrow.
Gaius stood not far away, watching the tired but determined eyes of the returnees, listening to their hushed conversations about the dangers of fighting Slaanesh daemons, his heart filled with emotion. Compared to these brothers who had directly faced Slaanesh's main forces and endured countless mental trials, the pressure and temptation he had endured seemed... less unique. He became even more determined to master his own strength, not only for self-preservation but also to fight alongside his brothers against true threats in the future.
Dorian, leaning on his mechanical braces, limped over to a group of resting veteran returnees, beginning to boast and exaggerate his previous "heroic deeds" on the Word Bearers' ship, trying to lighten the somber mood in his own way. Although the veterans knew he was certainly embellishing, no one exposed him; instead, they were infected by his lively demeanor and even managed a few smiles.
Luna and Lina, with the technical team, began emergency inspections and repairs on the returning vessels. Lina, holding a data-slate, diligently recorded various damage reports, her small face full of concentration.
Time flowed on; wounds might not entirely disappear, but life and duty continued. The return of the 7th Company brought news of casualties, but also injected new strength. The Macragge's Honour, this massive war machine, after enduring internal turmoil, once again consolidated its strength, licked its wounds, and prepared to face the next unknown challenge.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the distant star-sea, Jerrison Fall and his Night Lords, piloting the stolen small assault boat emblazoned with Ultramarines insignia, pondered their next "resupply" target. They did not know that their impersonation had begun to spread through the frontier worlds of Ultramar; a strange rumor about a "Ultramarines squad that goes around scrounging and taking whatever they can get" was quietly spreading...
The future journey remained full of battles, sacrifices, growth, and unexpected twists. But at least for now, on this mobile fortress named Macragge's Honour, loyal warriors could catch their breath, mourn the fallen, heal their wounds, and prepare once again to rush into the stars and onto the battlefield for the Imperium and humanity.
Inside the private lounge of the 7th Company, 2nd Squad, the atmosphere was starkly different from the solemn and serious mood in other areas of the ship, filled with a certain... overly boisterous clamor.
Declan Catonia had finally completely shed the annoying mechanical support frame and was once again clad in his gleaming blue Power Armor. His massive frame nearly filled the open space in the center of the lounge, as he gesticulated wildly and spewed spittle, regaling his sole audience—Lina, whose eyes were wide with wonder—with a grand tale.
"...And then? That World Eater Berserker, a head taller than me, swung his buzzing, blood-stained Chain Axe and charged!" Dorian brandished a dining knife, mimicking the action with powerful, sweeping movements. "The guy's eyes were blood-red, roaring like a Catachan Jungle Wolf with its tail stepped on! But was I scared of him? I'm Declan Catonia!"
Lina hugged the Dorian-imitating doll tightly, her small mouth slightly agape, completely engrossed in the story, and unconsciously asked, "A-and then? What did you do, Lord Dorian?"
"What did I do?" Dorian proudly lifted his chin. "I only had a dull combat knife left in my hand at the time! But that was enough! I sidestepped, dodged his slow-as-a-grandmother's chop, and then struck back with a single blow!" He suddenly made a lunging motion, the dining knife nearly hitting the lampshade on the ceiling.
"Then I heard a 'thwack'!" Dorian lowered his voice, imitating the sound of a blade entering flesh. "That broken knife went straight into his chin! Red and white stuff sprayed all over me! The guy didn't even make a sound, he just dropped right there!"
Lina flinched, shrinking her neck, but couldn't help but press on, "S-so amazing! What happened next?"
"Next? Next, hundreds more of those types charged at me!" Dorian continued to exaggerate without batting an eye. "Every single one of them was like they were on a stimulant! But I, with just this broken knife, cut from left to right, killed from south to north! The piles of bodies at my feet were almost like small mountains! Those Word Bearers hiding in the upper stands were scared witless! In the end, no one dared to come down again!"
He clapped his chest plate, producing a clanging sound, and concluded, "So, little Lina, remember! A true strong person isn't about what divine weapon you hold in your hand, but about here!" He forcefully pointed to his head (though his fighting style usually had little to do with 'using his head'), "And here!" He then thumped his chest, "You need courage! You need presence! Unyielding! Understand?"
Although Lina had no concept of "hundreds of World Eaters" and didn't know what a World Eater actually was, she was completely captivated by Dorian's infectious performance and "legendary story." Her small head nodded like a pecking chick: "I understand! Lord Dorian is the strongest!" Her eyes were filled with adoring little stars.
Just then, a cold, flat voice came from the lounge doorway, interrupting Dorian's monologue: "According to medical records and mission reports, when you were found, your Power Armor was over seventy percent shattered, you had multiple comminuted fractures, extensive internal bleeding, severe nervous system damage, and were near death. The number of World Eaters killed was twelve, and your primary weapon was a broken, dull combat knife. Furthermore, describing a tactical retreat as 'the enemy dared not fight again' is a seriously misleading statement, inconsistent with the teachings of the Astartes Codex. If Jerrison and the others hadn't happened to be there..."
Luna Aisa had appeared at the doorway at some point, data-slate in hand, her bionic eye gazing at Dorian without a ripple of emotion, systematically debunking his boasts word by word.
Dorian's face instantly turned a liverish red, and he stiffened his neck, protesting, "Th-that's because the report wasn't complete! The battle was too chaotic! And, I called that a strategic repositioning! Not a retreat!"
Luna ignored his protest and continued in her flat tone, "Overstating your combat achievements can lead to misjudgment of your own capabilities. In your next mission, if you encounter enemies of similar intensity again, based on your incorrect assessment of your strength and adopting an aggressive strategy, your survival probability will be below seventeen point four percent. I suggest you be factual and focus your energy on recovery training and tactical debriefing, rather than spreading misinformation to a minor here."
Her words were like a bucket of cold water, dousing Dorian's enthusiasm, and also making Lina blink a little blankly, looking at Dorian and then at Luna.
Dorian was so choked up he couldn't speak, only grumbling sullenly, "...Always tearing me down... no fun..."
Luna didn't pay him any more attention, only saying to Lina, "Lina, have you finished checking the spare parts list for data-slate number G-7? Come with me to the hangar."
"Oh... oh! Coming right away, Lady Luna!" Lina quickly put down the doll, picked up her small data-slate, and trotted to catch up with Luna, secretly mouthing "good luck" to Dorian as she left.
Dorian watched them leave, then slumped onto a chair in frustration, the metal chair groaning under his weight. He scratched his head, muttering to himself, "Sigh... no one believes the truth anymore..."
...
Meanwhile, in another corner of the lounge, the atmosphere was much more serious. Sergeant Golden, Gaius, and Lex sat around a tactical table, discussing recent training details and equipment maintenance.
Gaius' gaze occasionally flickered towards the porthole, his left arm unconsciously tapping gently on the tabletop. After months of effort, he was now able to exert preliminary control over that strange power, no longer viewing it as a pure destructive force, but attempting to use it as an additional sensory tool requiring extreme caution. He could even vaguely sense abnormal energy flows in certain areas of the ship—such as the cold psychic barrier in the Grey Knights' quarters, or the surging power core of the engine room.
Suddenly, his tapping stopped, and his gaze sharpened, looking towards the main corridor.
"What's wrong, Gaius?" Golden noticed his abnormality.
"Chapter Master..." Gaius said softly, his brow furrowed, "And... all the Captains remaining on the ship... their spirits... uh, their auras are very concentrated, heading quickly towards the command center. The mood... is very solemn, it seems something big is happening."
He could vaguely feel those powerful life energies and emotional fluctuations converging towards the bridge. This was not a regular meeting.
Golden and Lex exchanged glances, their expressions also turning serious. Gaius' uncanny "intuition" had become increasingly accurate recently, and they dared not dismiss it.
"I'll go find out." Golden stood up. As a Sergeant, he had access to some non-classified information channels.
He didn't take long to return, his face unusually grim, even with a hint of disbelief.
"Bad news." Golden lowered his voice, ensuring only Gaius and Lex could hear him. "I just ran into an old veteran from the First Company, and he let slip some information... it leaked from the highest command..."
He took a deep breath, almost squeezing the words through his teeth: "A Tyranid fleet of unprecedented scale... detected moving at an incredible speed... heading directly for Ultramar!"
"What?! Tyranids?!" Lex's growl was like a wounded beast, his massive bionic arm slamming onto the tactical table with a loud bang, startling the dejected Dorian in the distance, who looked over.
Gaius' face instantly turned pale, his left arm even trembling uncontrollably for a moment, as if sensing that terrifying shadow, countless light-years away, yet capable of devouring everything.
Tyranids! The most terrifying and purest Devourer in the universe! Wherever they went, planets became barren husks, and all life was extinguished! Every appearance of a Hive Fleet meant a life-or-death struggle for the survival of the species!
"Unprecedented scale... what does that mean?" Gaius' voice was a little dry.
"Not clear on the specifics... but the veteran said the observed bio-signal strength and movement speed far exceed any previous records!" Golden's voice was incredibly heavy. "Command is already in a frenzy, all senior officers have been urgently summoned... I'm afraid... a war far beyond the Ultramarines Chapter's ability to handle alone... is coming."
This news was like the heaviest boulder, weighing on the hearts of the three. The previously relaxed atmosphere in the lounge instantly vanished, replaced by a sense of stifling oppression, like the calm before a storm.
Dorian also sensed something was wrong and came over to ask, "Hey, what's up? What happened? Why do you all look so bad?"
Golden looked at him and, without concealment, briefly told him the news.
The smile on Dorian's face vanished instantly, replaced by a rare seriousness and... a hint of imperceptible fear. Even he, who feared nothing, knew the horror of the Tyranids. This was a completely different kind of war, an endless, cold, and hungry biological tide.
"By the Emperor..." Dorian murmured, unconsciously tightening his grip on the hilt of his Chainsword at his waist.
Just then, the lounge's communicator blared with a top-priority broadcast: "All Company-level commanders, senior Sergeants, Tech-Sergeant... immediately report to the command center! Repeat, immediately report to the command center!"
The order came so urgently, without even stating the reason, but combined with the recent news, everyone understood what it meant.
Golden abruptly stood up: "I have to go. You all... prepare yourselves." His gaze swept over each team member. "I'm afraid the rest period has ended early."
He quickly left the lounge, leaving Gaius, Lex, and Dorian to exchange uneasy glances, the air thick with heavy apprehension.
Lex began silently checking his Heavy Bolter, every movement meticulous, as if he were about to enter combat the next moment. Dorian no longer boasted, merely silently wiped his Chainsword, his eyes sharpening.
Gaius walked to the porthole, gazing at the seemingly peaceful starlit sky outside. His left arm no longer trembled; instead, it exuded an extremely faint, cold focus. The Lord of Change's whispers also seemed to have temporarily fallen silent due to this sudden immense threat, as if observing and waiting.
He could feel that a storm, sweeping across Ultramar and potentially determining the future fate of the Imperium of Man, was approaching at an alarming speed. And every person on the Macragge's Honour would inevitably be drawn into it.
Personal grievances, internal conflicts, the confusion of power... in the face of the grand narrative of species survival, all seemed insignificant. But they had to face it, to fight, for survival, for humanity.
The heavy war drums had already begun to beat.
Inside the command bridge of the Macragge's Honour, the atmosphere was thick with tension. On the giant holotable, a holographic projection of Ultramar slowly rotated, with hundreds of star systems sparkling like blue gems on black velvet, symbolizing the prosperity and glory of human civilization in this region. However, at this moment, this glory was shrouded in an ominous shadow.
All the Captains, senior Sergeants, and key department heads remaining on the ship were gathered, silent as graves. Their gazes were fixed on the figure by the holotable, a man as steady as a mountain yet with a deeply furrowed brow—Chapter Master Marius Calgar.
Calgar held a constantly updating datapad in his hand, the information on it shocking to behold. He lifted his eyes, scanning each loyal subordinate present. The usual gentleness in his gaze was gone, replaced by the cold resolve and heavy pressure befitting a commander.
"Gentlemen," his voice broke the silence, each word clear and imbued with undeniable authority, "we have just received the most urgent and conclusive intelligence from the highest levels of the Imperium and our frontier observation posts."
He waved a hand over the holotable, and at the edge of the stellar projection, a chilling, constantly writhing and expanding crimson shadow was highlighted, spreading towards the core of Ultramar at an alarming speed.
"A Tyranid Hive Fleet of unprecedented scale—a major tendril branch temporarily designated 'Leviathan'—is heading directly for Ultramar at a speed exceeding all our previous understanding."
Even with prior suspicions, when Chapter Master Calgar personally confirmed it and they heard the name "Leviathan" and the description "major tendril branch," a suppressed gasp still echoed through the command bridge. Tyranids have multiple hive fleet consciousnesses, and "Leviathan" is one of the largest, most active, and most destructive! The scale of one of its major branches is enough to easily devour several sectors!
"Based on observation data and calculations of its trajectory," Calgar's finger traced several possible routes on the holotable, finally circling several key frontier systems, "their most likely first wave impact points will be in these areas—the Salamas System, the Prestian System, and the outskirts of the Catonia System."
The faces of the representatives from the named systems instantly turned incredibly grim. These systems were all important frontier worlds of Ultramar, possessing significant populations and industrial bases, and also serving as gateways to the core worlds!
"The sheer numbers of the swarm, the scale of their bio-ships, and their demonstrated adaptability… all far exceed any of our historical records," Calgar's voice was incredibly heavy. "This is no longer a border skirmish or a localized invasion. This is an all-out war! A war of racial survival, aimed at devouring all five hundred worlds of Ultramar!"
A deathly silence enveloped the command bridge. Everyone understood the weight of those words. Ultramar was one of the most stable and prosperous sectors of the Imperium. If it were to be devoured by the swarm… it would be an unimaginable blow to the entire Imperium of Man.
"We have no time for fear, and even less time for hesitation," Calgar's voice suddenly rose, filled with resolute power. "The Ultramarines Chapter, as the guardians of Ultramar, will stand on the front lines of resistance! This is our duty, and this is our glory!"
His gaze was like a torch, sweeping over each Captain: "Aside from the First Company accompanying the Macragge's Honour as a strategic reserve and command core, the 2nd Company to the 10th Company, all combat companies, immediately enter maximum alert! All leave is canceled, personnel and equipment are to be prioritized for replenishment, and tactical drills against Tyranid organisms are to be conducted!"
"Captain Cassius (First Company Captain), recall the 9th Company immediately; ensure they return at full speed."
"Yes, Chapter Master."
"Your mission!" Calgar's finger heavily tapped on the circled systems on the holotable. "Before the main Tyranid force arrives, reinforce the defenses of these areas, evacuate critical populations and technical assets, and establish initial defensive lines! At the same time, act as rapid response forces, ready to support any world under attack at a moment's notice! Once the swarm breaches the border, you will be the first hammer to engage them!"
"Yes, Chapter Master!" All the Captains and Sergeants straightened their postures, roaring their assent, their voices filled with a determination to fight to the death. No one flinched; there was only surging battlelust and an unwavering resolve to protect their home.
"However," Calgar's tone shifted, becoming grave, "even with the Ultramarines Chapter's full strength, it will be difficult to withstand a Tyranid swarm of this scale. We must seek aid."
Several points of light illuminated on the holographic star map, marking the borders of Ultramar.
"I have already issued the highest level distress signal in the name of Primarch Roboute Guilliman, and as the ruler of Ultramar, to all Imperial forces in neighboring sectors," Calgar continued. "Our successor Chapters—the Chaplain Brotherhood, Nova, and others—have already responded and are gathering their forces to come."
"Furthermore, I have also contacted other Chapters with whom we have good relations." A flicker of subtle complexity crossed his eyes. "Including the 'Silver Skulls,' 'White Consuls,' 'Blood Ravens,' and even… we have received a reply from a Great Company of the Space Wolves; they are willing to dispatch a raiding force to assist."
At the mention of the Space Wolves, several Captains stirred slightly. Though those wolf-cubs from Fenris were wild and unruly, their ferocity and combat prowess were undeniable, especially in a brutal war of attrition like this.
"As for the Grey Knights Chapter," Calgar glanced at Captain Angerthas, who stood in the corner like a silver statue, "Captain Angerthas has stated that his squad will participate in this war against the Tyranids from start to finish. While the Grey Knights' power is more geared towards Chaos, their potent psychic abilities and combat effectiveness are equally effective weapons against biological entities."
Captain Angerthas stepped forward, his Terminator armor humming softly: "To purge all xenos that threaten humanity is also our duty. We shall obey the Chapter Master's command."
"Thank you for your support, Captain Angerthas." Calgar nodded in acknowledgment, then turned back to everyone. "Gentlemen, this will be a tough fight, a brutal fight! The enemy we face knows no fear, no mercy, no tactics; only endless numbers and an instinct to devour everything! But we cannot retreat a single step! Behind us lies Ultramar! Behind us lie millions of worlds and countless human brethren!"
His voice boomed like a great bell, echoing through the entire command bridge: "Return to your posts! Tell every warrior what they will face! Prepare them! For the Emperor! For the Primarch! For Ultramar!"
"For the Emperor! For the Primarch! For Ultramar!" A thunderous roar reverberated through the command bridge, and in the eyes of every officer burned a resolute fire.
The meeting concluded, and the officers swiftly departed, their steps hurried yet firm. The grave combat readiness orders were rapidly transmitted through the ship's communication network to every corner. The entire Macragge's Honour, and indeed the entire Ultramarines Chapter, began to operate like a colossal war machine, with unprecedented efficiency and speed!
Weapon armories were fully opened, Tech-Sergeant and servitors busily inspected and distributed vast quantities of Bolters, plasma cells, and fuel; in the hangars, Thunderhawk Gunships and Stormraven Gunships underwent final pre-flight checks; on the training grounds, tactical drills targeting Tyranid weaknesses were in full swing; Apothecaries began mass-producing antidotes and medications for biological infections…
An atmosphere mixed with tension, gravity, and surging fighting spirit replaced the previous calm.
On their way back to the Second Squad's common room, Gorden, Gaius, Lex, and Dorian were silent, processing the shocking news they had just heard.
"An entire… Leviathan tendril…" Dorian smacked his lips, the usual flippancy gone from his face, replaced by an expression of mingled beast-like excitement and grimness. "Damn it… this is going to be a fight…"
"Salamas, Prestian, Catonia…" Gorden murmured, his brow furrowed. "The defensive forces in those systems probably aren't enough to withstand the first wave… We must get there as fast as possible."
"The swarm… how many will there be?" Gaius asked in a low voice, his left arm unconsciously twitching slightly, as if sensing something. "I can feel… a… distant… hunger…"
Lex merely grunted heavily, his bionic limb clenching and unclenching, as if he couldn't wait to tear apart those xenos monsters with his heavy Bolter.
When they returned to the common room, they found Luna and Lina had also returned, having clearly heard the combat readiness orders. Luna was rapidly checking her tech-equipment box, while Lina stood somewhat at a loss, a frightened expression on her small face.
"Luna… are we… going to war too?" Lina asked softly.
Luna didn't look up, her bionic eye rapidly scanning her tools: "We are Tech-Sergeant and auxiliary personnel; our duty is to ensure equipment functions. The front line isn't our place, but we must ensure the warriors' weapons don't fail at a critical moment."
She saw Gorden and the others return, paused her work, and looked at them: "Mission confirmed? Which system is the target?"
"No final orders yet, but most likely one of those border worlds," Gorden replied. "All personnel are on alert level one, ready to deploy at any moment."
Luna nodded, asked no further questions, and resumed her preparations with extreme efficiency.
Dorian plopped down, loudly demanding to check his chainsword and heavy Bolter, as if trying to dispel a hint of unease with noise.
Gaius, meanwhile, walked to the viewport and gazed at the stars again. This time, he no longer just felt the energy flow within the ship; he seemed to vaguely sense a cold, vast, terrifying torrent in the distant void, driven purely by hunger and the desire to devour, surging irresistibly towards this beautiful blue stellar region.
War was about to ignite, and the years of peace came to an abrupt end. The Ultramarines, and all Imperial forces who answered the call, would use their flesh and blood to build a dam against the tide of consumption. The future was destined to be stained with blood and fire.