Chapter 11: The Empire's Frontier: Shuttle
Electric sparks flew everywhere, and the welding sparks illuminated the surrounding metal surfaces. Of course, they also illuminated the seat that had been removed on the side, holding a fruit drink in one hand and wearing sunglasses on his face. Vito.
The four Death Watch Astartes also stood behind him. The scorching light of the electric sparks shone on their pitch-black armors, as if they were swallowed by a black hole. There was no reflection at all, and they were completely immersed in the darkness. Among them, only the faces of the four giants were lit up in the light.
The Astartes are different from mortals in that their retinas can tolerate such dazzling light without the need to wear sunglasses like Vito.
The Mechanicus sage used a mechanical arm to cut the damaged shell of the shuttle. After Vito got it back from the detention area of the Ministry of Justice, it looked like a smashed watermelon at first glance, which made people seriously doubt whether it was still alive. It didn't make any sense, but they brought this thing here anyway and left it in Omega's hands.
Soulless servitors are assisting the great sage around. The mechanical hands stretched out from under the robe behind the sage are as dizzying as fairy flowers. There are spray guns, cutting machines, powerful pliers and rivet guns, and countless other machines. The objects began to work side by side, dismantling, assembling and cutting smoothly under the operation of the great sage.
Vito pouted the straw in his mouth and looked at the countless mechanical hands with interest, those complex and flexible mechanical arms like octopus tentacles, "Tell me, how much meat is left under that guy's robe?"
"I think I still have a brain." Lancelot said, crossing his arms and looking at Omega, and Ragnar waved his hand, "How can a person with a brain be so boring? Look at him being boring every day. The brainserver must have lost his brain, and his lower body is also gone!”
"Why?" "Ha! How can a man with talent be so boring and only be in love with machines." Ragnar chuckled softly, but Olaf sighed helplessly, "Watch your words. Brother, you know how the Mechanicus will react."
"Yes, yes, I know, those boring oil guys don't even understand the joke, even us Caliban boys understand it." Ragnar said with a smile, patting Lancelot with his armored palm. pauldrons, who also smiled.
"We don't do anything but pray or train all day long, although we are indeed very serious, especially Lord Asmodai, eh."
Lancelot shuddered when he mentioned the name of the Punishment Priest. To be honest, the people who can scare Astartes are definitely first-class fierce men, and Asmodai is the fiercest among fierce men. , even in the Dark Angels, an already very nervous war group, he can definitely be regarded as the most neurotic among neurotics.
Vito had heard many rumors about this "cruel man", and he didn't want to meet him.
"I don't think there is anything wrong with Omega. Brothers, rationality and efficiency are exactly what we need." Bell said, but Ragnar waved his hand impatiently, "Are you out of meat? Bell, You talk like a motor oil guy."
"Completed." Omega said, stopping his dizzying operations, and then used mechanical pliers to pulse a lever on the shuttle's broken platform. The extremely complex circuit was connected by Omega into his brain interface.
His mechanical right eye flashed, and countless data streams passed through it. Several servo skulls flew over from nowhere and began to scan around the shuttle.
The dark green scanning beam scanned and covered most of the shuttle, and a little restless sound sounded from the servo skull. Vito stood up from the recliner and walked to Omega with a drink cup.
"Did you find anything in the investigation? It took me a while to get this piece of junk back without using my identity as a judge. I'd better have some good news." "Your argument is very illogical, Vito. , no matter how much you pay, the objective data will not change based on your supervisor’s expectations.”
"You misunderstood the causal relationship. This is an illusion created by the human brain." Omega said in an ecstatic electronic voice, while Vito smiled and shrugged, "Don't be so boring, tell me, Great Sage, you Did you find out anything?"
Omega raised his head, and the servo skulls flew away. Omega, whose face was almost completely covered by machinery, turned his head and looked at Vito with his cold eyes.
"The God of All Machines bless you, Inquisitor, I found useful advice in it." Omega said and walked to the holographic projector. The small mechanical arm that popped up on his shoulder inserted the interface data cable from his brain. The holographic instrument was installed, and as soon as the connection was completed, complex patterns were projected in front of everyone's eyes.
The Astartes all gathered around, and the giants gathered around the holographic instrument, looking at the extremely complex and confusing data flow on it in confusion.
"I'm not telling you, Old Ou, this thing of yours is just like the pie I've eaten. I can't even tell what it is." Ragna said, scratching his head in confusion, and then poked Lan with his elbow. Slott, "Do you understand?"
Lancelot was thoughtful, then poked Olaf on the other side, "Do you understand?" Olaf continued to pass on, poking Bell.
The pharmacist sighed helplessly and looked at Omega, "Sage, can you filter out the accumulated record data and filter out the parts after the space station crisis? I believe it can be done using the background subsystem of the Empire's security protocol."
"Correct, Bell, you should go to Mars to study and become an excellent technical sergeant." Omega said and started the operation. The chaotic data began to decay quickly and became clear.
"Yes, Old Bei, look at my chain axe." Ragnar said with a smile, and Bell gave a simple response.
"roll."
The confusing data becomes concise and concise, and finally everyone can understand its meaning.
Vito raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised, "What on earth did those idiots transport up there? Since it's so overweight."
Yes, according to the shuttle log, after the space station crisis, the traitors transported something aboard when escaping, causing the shuttle to be severely overloaded. However, they were obviously unwilling to abandon the cargo and instead forcibly launched the shuttle. In the end, After running out of fuel, it crashed on the Owen-4.
"Some kind of machine? Or a sacred object?" Lancelot asked, but the older wolf Olaf shook his head, "No, the sacred object will not be stored in this kind of space station, and the machine, obviously the traitors also moved it. It doesn’t move, and it can’t be stuffed in.”
Vito was silent for a moment, holding his chin in thought, "Do you still have the video data in the cabin?" "Unfortunately, it was damaged after the crash, but I have another discovery." "What?"
One of Omega's robotic hands handed a fragment to Vito, who took it and looked at it, then realized what it was, "A fragment of bone, human bone."
"Yes, there are a lot of them in the cabin, and there are dried blood stains." Omega said, and Olaf frowned, "Some kind of evil ritual? Or a sacrifice? Is this why the corpse disappeared?"
"Perhaps they are Chaos cultists. They hope to let their abominable Chaos Gods guide them to a safe planet through blood sacrifices?" Olaf said, but Vito shook his head, "I have never heard of Khorne. The believers will use the blood of dead people to sacrifice, and if they are alive, they will not be locked in the shuttle. "
Vito held his chin and looked at the bone fragments thoughtfully, "It's getting more and more interesting, Omega." "Inquisitor?" "We will bring you more things next, and I need you to analyze them. "
"Cole?" Vito said to the communicator, "Roger, say." "Have we arrived at the main star?" "We are close to the point. I will park the ship behind the deserted world and your shuttle can fly over. "Good, fill up the tank for me."
The Mechanical Sage nodded, and then Vito turned to the four Astartes and showed an apologetic smile, "Everyone, I am sorry that the next period of secret investigation will be carried out by me personally."