Chapter 595 Team Members

The dim light shines on the silver metal surface, and it is like a pure marble, reflecting the surrounding light spots on its surface, like a field of dim stars. On the surface where the "starlight" is refracted, a Zhang's stiff face slipped from there, and the long hose hanging on his face swayed with a faint shadow in the light.

He was walking beside the silver armor, and the long refueling gun in his hand was dragging on the ground, swaying from side to side with his stiff steps. The wall of the pipe on one side hit a pair of slender high-pass boots. There is a long row of buttons on the front, and the raised uppers are like those combat boots worn by battle nuns.

Those were indeed a pair of combat boots, especially considering the reflective breastplate she wore on her chest and the armor on her wrists. She looked at the pipe that hit her ankle, frowned and looked at the man, The fiery red hair tied into a ponytail on the back of her head swayed with her eyes.

"What are you doing?" She strode forward and asked the person dragging the fuel pipe. To be precise, that was not a person, but a servitor, so it was considered half a person?

The servitor raised his head, and his dim eyes looked even more expressionless in the dim launch corridor. "According to the Navy's pre-departure operating instructions, the fuel check and refueling of the departing fighter aircraft should be carried out, but I, No oil pipeline was found. "That's because it's not needed. Leave now." "I said, leave!"

The servitor was silent for a moment and made a light ticking sound, obviously performing authority calculations in his brain, but in the end he chose to nod, "As you command, Ms. Yeta."

This soulless corpse carried the refueling gun and left. Yeta watched him walk away, then waved to the other servitors around, ordering them to leave. She didn't like these guys getting close to the Skyhawk, her own ship, so Well, at least for the time being, it's your own ship.

Yeta hates people touching her. Except for people she trusts, anyone who touches Yeta's things without permission will make her furious, whether it is a real person or just performing a monotonous procedure. But fortunately, the servitors are more obedient than real people.

Yeta came to the nose of the Skyhawk. She raised her head and looked at the unique window without any glass. Its surface was completely smooth, just like a water droplet suspended on the ground. Yeta stretched out her hand and leaned against it. At the nose of the aircraft, you can feel the heartbeat beneath it. It is a sound that ordinary people cannot hear. For many people, it is a dead thing, but for Yeta, it is alive.

The machine soul whispered under the silver surface, and its voice echoed in Yeta's mind. She closed her eyes, "I know that all we can do is to pass through a group of orcs with well-developed limbs and simple minds. It’s just in the past, yes, I know that the wind and sand on the ground will make you very uncomfortable, but this is a mission, I promise that I will clean you up when I go back. "

"Who are you talking to?" "Commissar Yarick, I'm talking to it." "It?" "Machine soul, I'm talking to the machine soul." Yarick walked over from the side, and the political commissar was dressed as always. Wearing a long black coat, his heavy mechanical arm shimmered in the dim light around him.

He walked with heavy steps, came to the nose of the machine, and looked at the Aquila beside him, "Can you sense the existence of the machine soul? I don't know, you are still a psyker." "Before this, , I don’t know, the marshal enlightened me, and now I know how to use psychic powers, at least some fur. What about you? Political Commissar, do you know how to awaken your own psychic powers?” “I don’t have psychic powers,” said the marshal. Yes, we all have them.”

Yarik glanced at Ye Ta hesitantly, with doubts in his eyes, but he hid it well. Under the face of Old Chen, it was difficult for people to see what he was thinking, "Maybe, but it will not be good for us." This mission won’t be of much use, so let’s start with the matter at hand. Can you already drive it?”

"Yes, I have already learned it." Ye Ta responded proudly. When she reached the soul level connection with the machine soul, she was already familiar with everything about this ancient machine. Similarly, it also knew its own, Ye Ta This was the first time for Ta to expose her memories and true thoughts to a machine, but this did not make her feel uncomfortable.

Machines are more reliable than people. They keep secrets. No one can learn from its mouth what the master does not want others to know. At this point, Yeta can understand why the Mechanicus believes that machines are better than humans. More advanced and trustworthy.

Their understanding is interoperable. Yeta learned a lot from the Skyhawk, things she didn't know before, many ancient stories about the golden age. Of course, Vito asked her to keep it secret. She didn't ask too much. Yeta believed it. He will do what he says.

But in addition, Yeta also truly understood the Skyhawk, not the kind of ordinary pilot who understood it after training, but when her soul and the machine soul formed a connection, she could sense Every electronic pipeline underneath it, every twitch of the piston, and every energy operation output by the reactor, were like a part of her own body.

For example, she knew that the Aquila did not need to be refueled. It carried an artificial satellite star system electromagnetic in its body as its power source. It was a puzzling technology. Humans in the Golden Age transformed an artificial or compressed galaxy into a battery, thereby providing a truly endless power for the machine. The power came from the small universe inside. When Yetta sensed its existence, he was so surprised that he could not speak, while Vito just shrugged his shoulders.

The Mechanicus would definitely be obsessed with it, although, that was all. This technology was probably something that no one, even a priest or a sage, could comprehend in several lifetimes. Not to mention imitating, even understanding might be a problem.

Yarik looked at the Skyhawk, and the human side of his finger gently touched the body of the Skyhawk, "That's good, come on, your men are waiting for you." "They are also your men." "Men I don't know can't be called mine." "Well, come on, I'll introduce them to you, you'll like them."

Yeta reluctantly moved her hand away from the Skyhawk, and the machine soul induction was instantly disconnected, making her a little disappointed, but Yeta didn't show it. She passed by the side of the Skyhawk's silver-white fuselage and came to the hatch at the end, where several black equipment boxes were placed.

"Destroyer, are all the things ready?" "Everything is ready. If you want to blow up a mountain, I'm here for you." "Ha, great, but I hope these bombs are not needed. What about the others? Are the automatic reconnaissance skulls and planet scanners in there?" "All are. The technicians are dealing with these difficult guys." "I call it precision."

Yarrick looked at the four people at the back of the Aquila. He observed them carefully, while Yeta, who was standing next to him, smiled and raised his hand to introduce him with one hand on his waist. "This big guy is Destroyer." "Hello, ha, your mechanical arm must be as powerful as mine."

Destroyer put down a huge box. His hands were not mechanical arms, but armored ones, but they were still quite strong. His fists were like cannonballs, and they were real iron fists. His arms were quite thick, just like him, burly and tall, like a small Astartes.

Yarik, the King of Destruction, grinned heartily. He looked at him. In addition to his strong body, the most conspicuous thing about the King of Destruction was his blindness. One of his eyes was blind, which looked a bit scary, but when you saw his friendly and hearty smile, you would not worry too much about anything.

"That's the technician, our best technical officer." "Nice to meet you." "Ha, you are not modest, technician." "I think this is an objective fact."

The technician stood up from the box. He was a tall man wearing a tactical armor that was much smaller than the King of Destruction, but the most eye-catching thing was his appearance. On his gentle face, he wore a pair of round glasses, which made people suspect that he was more like a professor.

The technician stood up, wearing a helmet on his head. On the mask part was a scanner. He checked the data board in his hand and checked the preparations meticulously. "I believe we are ready. I rewrote the program of the reconnaissance skull and improved its exhaust structure, so that it can replace us to conduct reconnaissance in many windy and sandy areas." "Well done, technician. Look, as I said, the best technical officer, and the one over there is Echo, an outstanding member of the Mechanicus." "I am not a member of the Mechanicus, but I have been transformed by them." The man named Echo came over. His most notable feature is the mechanical arm on his right hand. The end of the arm is replaced by a data pin. His legs are also mechanical, just like the Skitarii. The biggest difference between him and the Skitarii is that although his brain has also been mechanically transformed and has several obvious electrodes, he still has complete self-awareness. "You're not a Skitarii of the Mechanicus?" "No, Commissar, but I'm glad I'm not." "Echo is our technical sergeant, responsible for operating the machines, weapons, and anything we can find on the ground. He can fix it and make it work." "It's an honor to serve you, Commissar."

Yarrick nodded to Echo in affirmation, and then followed Yeta's finger and looked at the fourth person walking in the shadows in the distance. He was a gloomy man, with no positive expression on his face, as if he was always shrouded in hatred. He sat on a box on the side, carrying a sniper rifle on his shoulder. The whole person was like the gun, making people feel cold on their backs as long as they looked at him, and you would not want to give your back to him.

He raised his eyes to look at Yarik and spit out the toothpick he was chewing. "Shorthand." He introduced himself. Yeta nodded. "Shorthand is our sniper. He may be the best sniper in the entire expeditionary force. He can shoot a fart spirit running wildly on a motorcycle in the nostril from a kilometer away." "I can also hit something faster." "Be humble, Shorthand, you will soon be able to prove your marksmanship." A man came from a distance and spoke. He was a strong man wearing a silver-gray armor, but the most notable feature was that his face was painted with special camouflage, he had a red headscarf on his head, and the iconic long knife was equipped on his arm, which could be pulled out at any time to let those who dared to approach him know their mistakes.

"Catachan." Yarick summed up succinctly, "Hmm, you are right. This is a hunter. He is indeed a Catachan. The captain of this team is also our best scout. "Hello, political commissar."

The hunter came to Yarek. He was holding a helmet and two pistols on his waist. Yarek nodded to him, "The Catachan Jungle Warriors and I have fought side by side more than once." "Then this can Do you want to trust us? In this mission, we need to trust each other." "I don't understand you yet, but if I understand, maybe I will." "Haha! Then you will understand us. "

The King of Destruction said boldly on the side, and the hunter nodded, "We will complete the task as quickly as possible. If there is trouble, we will solve it." "Yes, but this time it is more boring than I thought. I thought we were going to kill the bosses of the orcs. "This is a reconnaissance mission. Next time, King of Destruction, you will have a chance to use your destructive power."

The King of Destruction shrugged and expressed his helplessness. The hunter looked at the technician on the side, "Are you ready?" "Everything is ready, just need to make some final adjustments."

The technician was interrupted, but it was not anyone present who interrupted him, but the surrounding environment. All the lights went out, and a darkness instantly enveloped the entire runway. "Hey! Who turned off the lights? Damn it, technician. Turn on the light, damn, where's my flashlight?" "Wait."

The hunter grabbed the hand of the King of Destruction in the darkness. He looked outside the runway door in the distance. Ye Ta, who was in the darkness behind the Skyhawk, also looked ahead. At the end of the darkness, there was a faint starlight. Where did it shine in? They were originally quite dim and almost invisible under the surrounding lighting. But now, the lights have been extinguished, and their light shines in. But because of this, those huge shadows , also fell in.

They were huge bodies. They passed slowly outside the hatch under the dim starlight, and one after another their shadows fell at the end of the runway, like a group of monsters with teeth and claws.

Several people were silent, watching the shadows moving past. One of them was a long shadow crawling across the runway. It was connected by countless chain shadows, just like a worm crawling on the runway. It was very long and quite long. It was so long that it took a while to finally pass.

They stayed in the darkness for a while. After those huge shadows passed by, the lights were turned on again. The instantaneous process from dark to bright made the Destruction King's eyes very uncomfortable. He rubbed his only one. Eyes, "What are those?" "The orc's giant ship."

The person who responded to him was Yarick. He looked towards Yeta, as if he knew that the latter's communicator was about to ring, "Yeta, we can only send you here. You have to take the rest of the way. walk on my own."

"Understood, thank you, Sister Anna." Yeta said to the communicator. After she put it down, she looked at Yarick and the four members of the team behind the hatch, "Let's go, King of Destruction, move them up." "Okay. ”

The strong King of Destruction carried two boxes. He walked past Yarick and smiled generously at the political commissar. He bent down and got into the Skyhawk. The technician lowered his head and pressed the button in his hand. Databoard walked in without looking up, with the crosshair behind him, chewing a toothpick in his mouth, and walked behind with a sniper rifle on his shoulder, while Echo walked over with the hunter.

The hunter smiled as he passed Yarick and pressed his shoulder, "You will get used to us."