Chapter 386: In 816.M41, My Home, Armageddon, was Rated as a Top-Tier Galactic Residence
Thirty years.
This is the busy and arduous life of a mid-hive laborer.
It is a pilgrim's voyage to Terra.
It is a time most cherished by a Primarch.
Thirty years is short, a fleeting moment.
For the Imperium that has stood for ten thousand years, it is but a snap of the fingers, a mere twitch in its decaying pulse.
But thirty years is also long, enough to change many things.
Many, many things.
[Notice: From 12th Day, 12th Month, 812.M41, according to the Maelstrom Zone Government announcement, the Leagues of Votann have suffered unknown Chaos corruption targeting non-Abominable Intelligence devices. All communication routes have been blockaded. All automated equipment produced by the Leagues of Votann within the sector fleet is to be confiscated. Any illegal commercial activity will be severely punished.]
[Notice: From 31st Day, 10th Month, 806.M41, Krieg in the Tempestus Sector officially announced its return to the Imperium. It will cooperate with the five special administrative regions of the Ultima Segmentum, exporting basic recruits for specialized training and redistribution, to pay the Imperial Tithe owed for 512 years. The Dawnstar Sector Government welcomes this.]
[Notice: From 1st Day, 6th Month, 814.M41, signs of Ork unification have appeared in the Octarius Sector. Meanwhile, verified by the Astra Telepathica, large-scale Ork clustering phenomena have appeared across the galaxy. Sector defense fleets are advised to prepare.]
[Notice: On 7th Day, 12th Month, 814.M41, according to reports from relevant personnel, the Gloriana-class battleship Dawnlight has completed hull sealing and is undergoing final testing.]
[Notice: As of 11th Day, 5th Month, 816.M41, the Third Feast of Blades has officially concluded. Let us pay tribute to High Marshal Helbrecht of the Black Templars, the third Titled Champion. In the same year, the selection of the Mortal Champion is about to begin...]
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Armageddon, Hive Infernus
After listening to today's broadcast from the Ultima Segmentum, young Sebastian Yarrick suppressed the envy in his heart and turned off the receiver.
"Interested in this?"
A heavy voice came from behind.
Yarrick stood up immediately and saluted the Space Marine in dark green power armor.
"Lord Tu'Shan."
"Just call me Tu'Shan."
A gentle smile appeared on Tu'Shan's dark face. The First Captain of the Salamanders had no airs and came to the side of the young PDF Commissar.
"Do you mind if I sit? It might damage your chair, but rest assured, I will compensate."
"Of course not, my lord."
Yarrick gestured seriously: "Please sit."
"Thank you."
Tu'Shan thanked him, then adjusted his posture to sit beside the Commissar.
"Just call me Tu'Shan."
He emphasized again.
Armageddon was a planet famous for industry. During the 'Cadian Gate Self-Defense Counterattack', with the Primarchs' development of the area and the emergence of a large number of war relics, the planet ushered in a second prosperity with the construction of various relic industrial buildings.
As one of the few Astartes Chapters specializing in technology, and with their homeworld Nocturne very close to Armageddon, the Salamanders naturally stationed here as advisors for the Maelstrom Zone.
This surprised the Salamanders greatly.
As a First Founding Chapter, the Salamanders had always been on the fringes of the Imperium. Due to their combat style, few Chapters were willing to fight alongside the slow-moving Salamanders. They only maintained contact with some equally ancient Chapters relying on their inherited mechanical technology and their consistent gentleness and generosity.
"Yes, my lord."
Yarrick nodded, making the Salamanders First Captain smile helplessly.
"I am indeed envious, but I cannot lay down my duty."
He explained.
Yarrick was part of the Planetary Defense Force. Although the Armageddon Steel Legion was one of the few PDF regiments treated better than the Astra Militarum, similar to Cadia, this duty also prevented him from chasing those dazzling glories.
Tu'Shan understood this feeling; even within the Salamanders, such passion was not lacking.
It was normal for a warrior.
Young warriors always crave merit. For a newly appointed Commissar, even though Commissars as high-ranking Imperial officials often had access to rejuvenat treatments, retirement depended on the Departmento Munitorum's whim.
But compared to Astartes, it was still too short.
And Armageddon was too peaceful.
Except for occasional Ork threats that were crushed by various Mechanicus forces as soon as they appeared, as an industrial hive world, there were not even pirates around Armageddon.
With the expansion of defense fleets and the continuous commissioning of Chartist Fleets, relying on the increasingly powerful trade capabilities controlled by the government, pirates gradually lost their living space in the radiation areas of the five special zones. Crushed along with them were xenos even inferior to pirates.
Change arrived, and existences unable to adapt to these changes would eventually be crushed by the tide of the times.
Also beginning to be unadapted were humans.
For Astartes, a chance for ten years of rest was rare but not non-existent, but for mortals, it spanned a significant portion of their lives.
"I apologize first for a warrior's offense."
Tu'Shan said: "But I think you should cherish this time."
Yarrick was stunned, then nodded in agreement.
More than a decade ago, Armageddon, which had just undergone reform, suffered a relatively large-scale Ork invasion.
His adoptive grandfather responded to the mobilization and went to the battlefield, but ended up disabled.
If the armament treatment of the Astra Militarum hadn't been further improved at that time, it was uncertain whether his grandfather would have come back alive.
At that time, the town had been completely destroyed. Yarrick didn't even have time to worry about how they, having lost everything, would survive in the future.
Before he even had acne on his face, he survived in the ruins relying on various skills learned since childhood, finding living supplies for his grandfather, and even finding ways to rescue a group of prisoners kept as food by Orks, until an Imperial Guard unit under the Dawnbreaker Fleet discovered and rescued him.
This unit completely expelled the Orks, and the subsequent reconstructed government was also responsible for post-war reconstruction and population resettlement. Those refugees who once survived in the underhive were counted and then settled in positions they dared not even think of in the past during the replanning and construction of towns.
The Commissar of the unit at that time was deeply moved after hearing Yarrick's deeds and decided to recommend him to the Schola Progenium. Learning about the veteran treatment policies, Yarrick could rest assured leaving his grandfather, who had received mechanical prosthetic implants, and go to the Schola Progenium to study.
It was also from this time that Sebastian officially inherited his grandfather's surname.
"I have seen many disasters. Many... many times for humans, their tragic lives do not usher in a better ending. Those exaggerated false reputations and magnified battle reports always hide sacrifice and death in obscure corners, and even we cannot stop it."
Tu'Shan told his story to the young Commissar: "I am sincerely happy for you. You have spent a quite peaceful time, which is worth remembering for both you and me."
"But will peaceful times rot the blade?"
Yarrick looked at the soldiers performing drills.
They were warriors selected from military academies. Since the military reform, Astra Militarum recruitment had changed from screening after recruitment to layered selection during systematic education.
These soldiers first had to pass academic exams to enter higher institutions, then undergo physical fitness test diversion, pass through screenings for hive security guards, hive armed officers, etc., before finally being able to enter the Astra Militarum.
But many of them had not experienced real war.
In his opinion, the elimination of various gangs and foreign armed forces, and the purging of hives that appeared less disorganized after replanning, could not be called a tough battle.
Yarrick believed that those Steel Legions wandering in the sea of stars had already surpassed them.
This filled him with a sense of crisis.
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