Chapter 6 Gan! Big loss!
If the Astartes warriors represented by the Primarchs are the extreme of the physical side of the Imperial force spectrum, then the supernatural side is naturally represented by the psychics represented by the Imperial Chancellor Malcador.
Then the tactical positioning of the Grey Knights is to take the best of both worlds.
A qualified Grey Knight often has a strong body and iron discipline that surpasses the average Astartes, and a more firm and pure will than the psychics. So when the Warp creatures led by Chaos Demons challenge the physical universe, in the worst combat environment, the most critical battle, and even the most desperate situation, sending a Grey Knight team is the only way to turn the tide and win.
When the lady served in the ground forces, she had few but never pleasant contacts with the Grey Knights. Putting aside her own shallow emotions, the Grey Knights are indeed a respectable force purely in terms of the interests of the Empire.
And the picky and difficult recruitment of Grey Knights is no secret among the officers of the Black Ship Lady level. So when Calvin, who had the physical condition similar to that of the natives of the wild world, and the mature will and psychic talent that could only be born in the church world or even the knowledge world, came together almost unprecedentedly, the lady first thought of them.
It was the lady's consistent style to distinguish between public and private. Putting aside personal grudges, the Grey Knight's situation deserved the best seed.
So the lady wrote the last stroke on the parchment without hesitation, and carefully put the document into the α-level document bag with a bright red confidentiality mark. Ring the bell at the corner of the table. Point to the documents on the table to the clerk who came upon hearing the call:
"Priority α, send to Rhea. The contact code and confidentiality authorization code are received in my office, and I will write them myself."
The long subspace journey was about to be halfway through, and on the other side of the black ship, Calvin, who was still sleeping, encountered some unexpected troubles.
After absorbing all the psychic energy of the witch and a considerable part of the soul fragments, the black gem that had been silent for 23 days finally digested it and began to "feed back" his physical body.
Stable and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations were obscurely emitted from the black gem, which was located right in the center of Calvin's brain core. Obviously, the black gem, which had been deliberately silent for 14 years waiting for its physical conditions to mature, had lost patience and began to try to transform its "living environment". Calvin's body also began to respond to the command from the center, spontaneously mobilizing the body's nutritional reserves to supply this "huge project" that had just begun but did not know how to end.
Thus, an awkward situation was formed in which only Calvin was aware of the injury. The severe periodic pain woke Calvin from hibernation, and the excessive secretion of hormones and the rapidly rising body temperature, and even the critical energy reserves of various parts of the body, all sounded the alarm to him.
Struggling to stand up, Calvin saw himself in the mirror opposite the bed, with his skinny body and loose skin hanging on the thick skeleton without muscle support, like a scarecrow used to scare birds in the field. The deep eye sockets were filled with bloodshot eyes, and the cheeks were sunken into the cheekbones. The hungry ghost-like face reminded him of his strongest feeling at the moment: "I'm hungry!" He was eager to take in energy, whether solid or liquid. After roughly picking up the water cup on the table and drinking it all, Calvin looked around and found a bad problem: this body was still in the developmental stage, so-called half-grown boy, eat me to death. What's more, what about half-grown bears? Calvin's strong appetite made him eat as much as you give him, and he never had any habit of storing food. The pain became more and more severe. What does transformation mean? What are the benefits of success? Calvin now has no time to think. But the instinctive fear of failure made him no longer hesitate, and he struggled to press the red emergency button beside the bed. He lay down trembling on the bed, waiting for the arrival of medical rescue. After he grabbed the tag with his identity and blood type with his last will, darkness enveloped Calvin's consciousness...
"I'm lost, am I the first timer to be killed by myself?" This was his last thought before he fell into a coma.
In the quiet subspace, on the bridge of the Wandering Band. The duty personnel who discovered the abnormality activated the rescue mechanism. The medical team and the alert force immediately ruled out the possibility of subspace contamination and transferred the unconscious Calvin to the life support cabin.
"The fluid parameters in the tank are abnormal! The electrolyte content is rapidly decreasing!" The medical team staff reported to the person in charge.
"Another standard unit, no, three more." The person in charge wiped the sweat from his head and glanced at Calvin floating in the transparent green tank. Turning his head, he asked:
"How many times?"
"Five times in 10 minutes, a total of 20 units, do you want to give up?" The crew member on the operating table said without raising his head.
"Report the situation to the lady. We don't have the final say on the goods."
Three minutes later, the red communicator in the lady's office, which represents an emergency, was connected. After briefly understanding the basic information, the lady gave the order without hesitation:
"Ensure the energy supply of the target person. Also notify the psychic assessment team, we may need their help."
The lady who hung up the communicator thought for a while, grabbed the uniform coat hanging on the back of the chair, and walked out the door. Decisions must be made at the front line of the battlefield, the closer the better. This is the experience of a 300-year-old veteran.
In the medical cabin, three high-level psychics from the Star Language Court were all present. Under the supervision of the lady, they conducted a detailed psychic perception of Calvin in the tank:
"It's secondary development."
After a brief communication, the three psychics spoke categorically to the lady.
"Although it is rare, the comprehensive physical index and heat distribution map, as well as the target's psychic energy fluctuations, this is indeed a typical secondary development."
The lady did not understand the overly technical vocabulary in the field of psychic energy. She just wants the fastest and most effective advice.
"What's your opinion?"
"Observe or destroy. Secondary development of psychic energy is very rare, and has a very high possibility of mutation. Considering that we are currently sailing in subspace, my suggestion is to destroy it on the spot."
The psyker from the Home Office gives his verdict.
The other two psychics did not make other suggestions due to certain concerns. After the psyker from the Home Office finished speaking, the entire medical bay fell silent. The lady also folded her arms habitually and began to pace unconsciously in high-speed thinking.
After walking a few steps, the lady turned back to the people in the room and said:
"A beta-level psyker, don't we have the ability to deal with it when the mutation starts? This is not the right way to deal with it."
The three psykers had no objections. The lady saw this and said:
"If we want to help him, what should we do?"
"Maintain the current electrolyte input and increase the medical agent with a gamma value of more than 5%. The higher the content, the better. That is what he needs most now. But this price may be too expensive..."
After a few seconds of silence, the psychic from the navy finally couldn't help but speak.
"Okay, how many medical agents do we have that meet the standards?" The lady turned her head and aimed her fire at the medical staff.
"There were no huge casualties on this voyage, so the rations for you and the entire base team are three times the number of people. The number is currently full. The rations for the three psychic mentors are also still there..."
The medical doctor, who felt something was inappropriate during the words, decisively chose to shut up when he saw the unkind look in the psyker's eyes from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. But it was too late.
"Then give it all to him!" The lady waved her hand to stop what she was saying and continued:
"I want to see if he can handle 156 servings of gamma potion!" After saying that, the lady turned to the clerk and gave the order:
"I order! The second Cassin team of the base team, no, the Aldrin team is finished repairing! Get to the medical cabin as soon as possible and monitor the target's activities throughout the process. Until the target's secondary development ends or mutates, the nun team has full authority to handle this incident ”
After saying that, the lady turned and walked outside the cabin. Completely ignoring the ugly look on the psyker's face from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Inside the green tank, Calvin, who knew nothing about this game, was still sleeping in a difficult struggle with himself.
Three days later, after consuming a full 150 gamma potions and 500 electrolyte potions, Calvin finally regained his original muscular body shape after receiving sufficient material supplements. His various physical signs also gradually stabilized after the initial surge. Not only that, his height also grew from 190cm when he first boarded the ship to 210cm in a short period of time. Broader shoulders and thick collarbones make his upper body wider and wider, and instinctive adjustments during the growth period also make his body closer to the golden ratio.
More importantly, from the resonance fluoroscopy machine, it can be clearly seen that Calvin's brainstem is located to the left center of the brain, and a leaf-like gland that has never been seen before has grown from scratch and developed bit by bit in three days.
A completely tilted growth direction to the left is like leaving a symmetrical position for another leaf. The veins attached to it periodically expand and contract with the surge of blood. The medical staff assessed that the function was unknown and it was a benign mutation. The nuns also witnessed the entire process and could guarantee the purity of this mutation.
At this time, Calvin was like a statue of the sleeping god of war, quietly floating and sinking in the green tank with his breathing.
After another four days, Calvin, whose brain wave consciousness gradually became active, finally woke up with a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was his old acquaintance Aldrin and the man standing aside who was commenting on his body in sign language. Cassin.
So Calvin, who was exposed in front of the opposite sex for the first time in his life, his first thought after waking up was: "Gan! Is this a big loss for him?"
The spaceship framed in black ebony is still sailing silently in the subspace. But just like its name, no matter how far you wander, it will eventually come to an end.
The throne is up! Please every comrade who passes by to vote for me. Your support is related to the future of Saturn V!