Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 543 First, let me introduce the investors and passengers of the Enterprise.
The shadow of a flying bird passes through the river of time and floats downstream.

At a point in time that has not yet happened
Calixis sector
Roaming Port

"Enterprise? Why did you come up with that name?"

Perturabo BC asked with a frown in his newly repaired and oiled vehicle. Correspondingly, he had adjusted his appearance to be calm, elegant and impressively powerful on his maintenance table, and criticized the clothing of Lucius, who came to serve as an attendant reluctantly because Ahlin was not there. "Damn it! Lucius! This is the perfect body of the Lord of Steel! Don't use your overly exaggerated so-called artistic taste to decorate it! Just be simple and moderate! There is no point in piling up fancy decorations and golden elements!"

Lucius pursed his lips tightly in front of the Lord of Iron, busying himself around like a truly qualified aide-de-camp, and did not dare to make any "very Emperor's Child" retorts to the Primarch's comments on his taste.

Obviously, as a swordsman who was and is still very keen on duels and is good at observing every move of the opponent, he has a keen grasp of the matter of knowing the times and knows when to shut up and do his work in front of whom -

But he himself didn't want to dress up for the Iron Lord! But there was no other suitable person here, he was forced! Wind of the universe, I really want to go on a trip right now to follow the perfect and powerful Highness Angron -

"Ahem." The slight tremor from the fingertips brought the whimsical Emperor's son back to reality. The Third Legion's first swordsman, who might have been since a certain captain of a first company, had taken off his gloves and gauntlets, and was using his nimble and slender fingers to carefully manage the braided hair formed by cables and real hair for the Fourth Primarch (of his body), while the latter was excitedly discussing with his soul one of the main contents of a certain event that they were going to dress up to attend today.

"Yes, 'Enterprise', isn't it wonderful! In many ways! You see, it contains the meanings of 'unsinkable', 'first', 'strong', 'hope', 'advancement', and the meaning of a joint venture ship construction contract signed between our family-owned trading dynasty and the Nightfall Dynasty. These are all great for the launch of our first large ship that we have high hopes for!"

And this name could really be blessed by an old guy who ran out of the chapel and was dragged back by Sigismund and his men. After all, this name can indeed be barely related to Him, and it is also possible for Him to find a mystical connection to perform blessing operations.

The Border Collie pondered that it seemed that Ramizane was probably just chosen because he liked watching the TV series Enterprise with the hull number NCC-1701-E - he had seen the model of Enterprise in his bookcase with the number written on it - but the Border Collie's suspicious and sensitive personality still made him need to make sure that Ramizane, this name chosen on a whim, was not influenced by some big scammer.

"Although I will be able to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony soon, the speed at which the Knightfort Dynasty delivered this battleship to us still makes me feel something is wrong. The shipyard controlled by the Rogue Merchants actually took less time to build a battleship than the docks on Mars or Jupiter."

"Didn't they explain that because there was a ship under construction that could be used as the basis for the modification, the construction period was greatly shortened?"

"Which serious dynasty shipyard would have a ship that can be converted into an ultra-standard battleship? This is even a battleship of a new specification that has never been seen before!"

"But weren't you very satisfied with the drawings and construction specifications they sent you? You also said that it seemed as if it was designed and supervised by you and your sons personally, and you were satisfied with every detail. That's why I decided to order it immediately."

"Then you can't just take out your seal and give them the deposit right on the spot! How can you do business like that? It's normal for such a major project to go through several rounds of negotiations over several months," the sheepdog growled in a low voice, "We also need to keep enough cash flow to pay for Sir Kadur's action team!"

"But the best situation is to have ready-made goods without having to wait for a long construction period! This kind of thing is hard to come by, and once you hesitate, you will miss the opportunity! Hmm... maybe the habit of building in advance is due to their work style and habits? Don't forget how they defeated all the suppliers in the star regions around Wandering Port who either had poor quality, raised prices, or thought they could get some extra benefits from us in just over a week and became the direct supply partner of our restaurant. And since they can build a large number of giant fresh-keeping and refrigerated ships for transporting goods, it shouldn't be a big problem for them to build the giant battleships we want, right?"

"…Do you think so?"

"Well... after all, I think it's quite common for large-scale integrated industrial complexes to convert military to civilian use or vice versa. After all, they have to take civilian orders to survive, right? For example, a tractor chassis factory can make both tanks and sports cars, right?"

"You... but we have a war here... well, maybe so." The dog looked indescribable, and Lucius pricked up his ears to listen, but his face pretended to be more respectful. The swordsman's slender fingers combed rhythmically. After tying up the chip decorations that were smaller than a fingernail but could make any two great sages of the forging world break their heads, he began to carefully do the final appearance of one of the "archons" who was about to attend the launching ceremony of the dynasty's first new ship, which was also a rare giant battleship.

"Alright, that's enough. This is already a harmonious symmetry. Stop trying to make thirty-two even folds in his toga! Fulgrim's little bastard! Now! At once! Get back to the kitchen! Or I'll throw you into the core of Wandering Port's new main reactor!"

So the Emperor's Son bowed gracefully to the consuls, left the room at a seemingly slow but actually fast speed, and returned to the kitchen with grace.

"Let's go to the shuttle dock. The Stormbird is waiting for us there."

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A clear bird song sounded above the flow of time.

In the time-space chaos subspace storm

Gavial Loken, who was sitting in the officers' mess on the Enterprise, was startled. He blinked.

"What's wrong?" Saul Tarvitz showed a concerned look across from him. "Are you okay?"

Now, this mixed expeditionary force departing from Wandering Port is heading to the Ultramar sector on the new battleships that the two "Archons" of the Carosini Dynasty have just urgently ordered at a huge cost, ready to teach the interstellar pirates who dared to plunder the goods they ordered a lesson.

Although this beautiful and majestic ship did make every member of the expeditionary force feel excited and proud when they set out - the main parts of the shield and weapon array system on the Enterprise were provided by the Iron Blood Armory. No one knew how many things the Sage Decisma had hidden in his armory. What was certain was that he even transported out twelve phase gun arrays, a nova cannon, twelve lance arrays, unconventional torpedoes with up to one hundred rounds of ammunition, and a powerful main engine reactor system with a shield - so the ship was built so quickly, and it was ultimately a joint venture between the two dynasties.

In any case, considering the very full ammunition depot at the moment, the power weapons issued to each person, various grenades, special bullets, and the hangar full of Stormbirds in excellent condition and even a squadron of Flame Raptors, all of these silently and fully illustrate what outrageous things a Mechanical Great Sage can store in a shelter for 10,000 years with sufficient supplies.

"It's okay." Loken nodded to the former Captain of the Tenth Company of the Emperor's Children, who he found more and more pleasant to get along with the more they talked. "I just... maybe I was distracted for a moment. I remembered the thrilling warp voyage I had in the past."

The white-haired Emperor's son on the other side nodded in understanding. "Yes, I have never seen a warp storm so severe and lasting so long. To be honest, the fact that we can still sit in the restaurant calmly and watch the warp waves sweeping past is itself a testament to the strength of the Enterprise's Geller stance and shields."

"Indeed." Loken raised the coffee cup in his hand and took a sip as he looked at the indescribable creatures whizzing past the porthole - they were blocked by the Geller Field, and then the Enterprise's shield distorted and refracted their appearance through some mysterious energy. In the end, these warp creatures looked like groups of ancient aquatic mammals leaping out of the water, but if you compare them carefully, you may find that they have slightly more facial features or limbs, but it will not cause any overly harmful effects on the viewer's mind.

"And even if we are trapped here for a long time, the magical food outlet and super coffee machine system in the restaurant will ensure that we have no shortage of food and fresh water. What else can we complain about? The fighting cage is open every day. There are even beautiful plant domes, swimming pools, baths, gyms, simulated battle halls and war chess simulation rooms. It is no exaggeration to say that even by the standards of the Empire... From my previous standards, this can be regarded as a comfortable and luxurious luxury ship. If it were not for us and the weapons and carriers full of hangars, it would be more like a civilian ship. To be honest, there are only two things that worry me at the moment. And it is difficult for me to tell which one is more important."

"What is it? Worried that the warp storm will continue to intensify?"

"Based on our experience along the way, I am still very confident in the shield of the Enterprise." Tarvitz smiled, and the brass piece on his forehead that repaired his skull reflected the warm and bright light in the restaurant. "I am worried that when the storm is over and we arrive, those pirates may have died of old age or been wiped out by others in advance. That would make this expedition a failure, which would be harmful to morale."

"Hmm..." Locke also laughed. "Indeed, but as far as I know, there are still many enemies to deal with. It may be effective if we increase the power to search for distress signals. After all, there is always a shortage of unexpected places in this galaxy that need divine soldiers to descend from the sky..."

Suddenly, the huge ship that had been sailing steadily began to bump up and down, and an alarm sounded from the horn held high by the Olympian statue installed in the corner, "Please pay attention, red alert, Astartes brothers please arrive at the nearest assembly point immediately and prepare for an exchange of fire, crew members please immediately find a safe house and weapons nearby for refuge, we are encountering unknown subspace interference, we are encountering an invasion of unknown subspace objects, and we are analyzing the identity of the other party. Please pay attention, Astartes brothers please arrive at the nearest assembly point immediately and prepare for an exchange of fire, crew members please immediately find a safe house nearby..."

The two company commanders stood up at lightning speed, relying on their talents and sense of balance to rush to the restaurant exit and head towards the nearest assembly point.

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The bird's wings slid across the river of time, stirring up small waves, and then it circled and landed on the huge grindstone in the river.

Kadia, now
"Where is this?" On the bridge of the Enterprise, Tarvitz and other soldiers looked at the planet in battle and the surrounding deep space in surprise. "Raise the shield again immediately! Prepare our weapons array! And use the secret code to contact the ground!"

"Why the ground?" asked Motuge of the Death Guard. The warrior, whose body had been heavily modified with prosthetics, had been bedridden for a long time due to the serious injuries he suffered on Istvaan III. He had just been allowed to be discharged from the hospital. In order to get up and move around faster, he volunteered to become the mechanical experimental subject of the Decima Sage. Apparently, the results were promising, but he was still not so familiar with some specific situations ten thousand years later.

"Because those ships in the sky that are conducting orbital bombardment on the ground cities are obviously members of the Black Legion. A rabble of hateful, damned, despised, pathetic traitors. Obviously, those on the ground are the loyalists we were sent here to save."

Caleb, Lord of the Black Templar, answered. The Lord was now also fully armed, wearing black armor, a laurel crown on his head, and the weapons in his hands were chained to them. Caleb was indeed an old member of the Brotherhood of the Sword. He was the first Black Templar monk to qualify from the gladiatorial cage to join this new expeditionary force. At the same time, he was also a rare emotionally stable person in his own regiment, so he had the authority to enter the bridge.

Motuge wanted to ask something else, but the other being opposite him made a gesture of approval, ending his questioning.

Tarvitz looked at the figure making tactical gestures. Fire was flickering on the edge of the power armor that was burned as black as ebony, but it did not burn the surrounding objects. His helmet was a skull, and flames were also burning in the two deep eye sockets.

The silent warrior raised his finger, which was surrounded by black smoke like mist, and pointed unmistakably at a certain location on the ground of Cadia.

(End of this chapter)