Chapter 417 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (4) Never Forget (Part 1)
The silver-gray Thunderhawk spewed plasma flames and flew higher and higher, and finally disappeared from the sight of the adjutant Sulla.
The adjutant who watched Calvin and others leave immediately reported the information left by Calvin to his superiors.
In addition to being relieved, Sevens also had great expectations for the subsequent documents of the Inquisition.
However, in the work log in his hand, the power transfer of the current position was still on the agenda.
Just like the sons of Guilliman could not deny their suspicion of corruption even if they had a thousand reasons, even if the results were good, Sevens could not cover up the fact that he failed to review the sub-group during his term of office.
Sulla said that he could understand this. In the education he received, the Ultramarines were never self-deceiving cowards. If Sevens felt that he could shirk responsibility after Calvin expressed his position, it would make Sulla feel really disappointed.
But things are so contradictory.
A boss who does not disappoint him is destined to bring him a disappointing future. A result that is still considered ideal cannot make up for the mistakes that have been made.
Someone will eventually have to pay for the crime, just like the Son of Guilliman who was transferred to the Expedition of Atonement;
Someone will eventually have to explain the dereliction of duty, just like the Third Captain of the Ultramarines, Severus, and all the administrative staff including the adjutant Sura.
At this time, Sura has confirmed that as the deputy of the Archon, although he will not be held accountable for this matter, he will never be promoted again.
So before returning to Macragge to report on his work, in addition to continuing to be loyal to his job responsibilities, he has to consider his next direction.
The iron camp is always changing, and this principle is also applicable to the Astartes Chapter, without exception.
Where? Sura thought unconsciously, and the mysterious Astartes just now emerged from his mind again.
Maybe Death Watch is a good choice?
I heard that the Inquisition is undergoing system integration, so if I join the exclusive armed forces of the Inquisition, I will definitely have the opportunity to fight side by side with them?
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The story of Presdia ends here.
With the timely return of the three Thunderhawks below the orbit, the Unremitting Crusade welcomed its master back again after dozens of hours of separation.
Intensive signals were then sent from its bridge, and the plaintext messages with the emblem of the Inquisition echoed throughout the starry sky of Plesdia.
Set sail! Set sail!
The gray-painted space monsters were slowly waking up, and the Interstellar Labyrinth, far away at the edge of the galaxy, also responded from afar.
The engines of the two fleets brought long tail flames, crossing the empty space in the center of Plesdia and approaching each other at a seemingly slow but actually fast speed.
Probably because of sufficient experience in joint operations, the efficiency of the reorganization of the two fleets was extremely fast.
The reorganized large fleet slowly broke away from the gravitational field of the nearby planets and began to accelerate towards the Manzeville point of the galaxy.
The Extreme Star Region Fleet, which still stayed above Plesdia, sent them a signal of blessing. After this battle, the two forces obviously had a more intuitive understanding of each other.
Based on this contact with Calvin, the two sides have a stronger strategic mutual trust for the next possible cooperation.
As for the small misunderstanding between the two sides in Plesdia, and some tense and critical moments implied under the misunderstanding, both the Grey Knights' admiral and the Ultramarines' captain chose to keep it to themselves.
The soldiers of the Empire are pragmatic enough in this regard, and they are busy enough.
They have already carried too much hatred, and things that have not happened are not worth mentioning in their eyes. And pragmatism makes them clearly know that the means of liquidation will only be left to enemies who have been completely defeated.
Both sides tacitly took a step back on the accident that happened here.
The Inquisition did not insist on retaining the right to deal with the Son of Guilliman, although they are now completely on the high ground of morality and law.
And Ultramar obviously knew this well. Before waiting for the warning of the Inquisition, they had already promised to sort out the entire Ultramarines' sub-group system to prevent such incidents from happening again.
As the price paid by the Ultramarines, Presdia, the gateway between the Ultramarine and Terra, will be under the direct jurisdiction of the Custodians from now on.
After all, even with Calvin's explanation and excuses, the corruption shown by the Sons of Guilliman in the previous battle at the entrance of the Webway is an irrefutable fact.
As a member of the Inquisition, Calvin selectively ignored the threats and offenses brought by the Ultramarines and their fleet when they first appeared.
Calvin and others immediately left Presdia and headed for the battlefield in the direction of Janmorro.
The Ultramarines erased the traces of the Sons of Guilliman in Presdia and will pay close attention to the reconstruction process of this sub-group.
They will not receive any supplies for several centuries, and will use the same or even longer battles and blood to prove their reliability again...
The fleet once again entered the boring subspace navigation state, and the crew once again entered the rotation state with a small number of people on duty and most of them in hibernation.
The lower decks of the entire fleet fell into a deserted silence, and only the Grey Knights on the upper decks continued to maintain their basic training intensity.
Calvin was not idle either, or rather, he was even busier.
On the one hand, the original body has to make long-term preparations for the expansion of the Legion, because recent information from the direction of Terra shows that a new batch of Gray Knights have completed surgical transformation and are in the final trial process.
On the other hand, he also had to read the latest information about Gian Moro from Terra in the previous battle.
The confrontation between the Space Wolves and the Inquisition gave him a headache, and the threat of Chaos loomed just before his eyes.
He had to have a deeper understanding of the background information of both parties in order to try to find possibilities to alleviate the conflict.
The week's sailing time flew by. The two jobs in Calvin's hands finally have some clues.
The essence of the former is nothing more than the allocation of resources and gaining fault tolerance and buffering time for new recruits, so among the multiple plans submitted by the Inquisition and the Holy Hammer Order, he chose the one he thought was safer.
This batch of new Gray Knights is still the same as before, with a standard legion company, that is, a batch of one thousand.
After much thought, Calvin finally split it into two and transferred half of them, five hundred Gray Knights, to Terra to replace the permanent troops in the Throne Court.
There they can join the Eye of the Empire's combat readiness sequence, and in the process of joint training with the Imperial Guards, they can master some specialized skills and experience in internal combat as soon as possible.
The elite veterans who were originally stationed in the Throne Court were transferred to Titan by him, and the remaining five hundred recruits will perform combat readiness duties with them. At the same time, they can also strengthen and absorb the first-line experience of fighting against Chaos.
And the most important thing is to stay in contact with the outside world!
The Gray Knights are good at everything. Their physical fitness is significantly better than that of the veterans of the previous generation. In Calvin's eyes, the development level of holy blood cells in the bodies of these new generation Gray Knights is even close to the 10% record!
But it was this autistic tendency that really made Calvin feel helpless.
Especially after the emergence of the will of the Legion, the Gray Knights who have solved the problem of long-term psychic communication are all boring gourds. The style of "shut up if you can't open your mouth" has made the entire Legion's culture increasingly inward.
The situation both amused and worried him.
He knew better than to blame them, since most of their missions required silence and secrecy.
He couldn't stop them, because the will of the Legion was a skillful process.
But you can’t really say nothing, right?
Being unable to speak and not wanting to speak are two different things, but if you gradually become unable to speak because you don’t want to speak, that’s also a problem!
Moreover, the size of the legion will only become larger and larger, and the need for diplomacy is urgent. Someone always needs to stand up and become the mouthpiece of the legion, and someone always needs to have basic diplomatic qualities.
Do we still have to rely on the Inquisitor as a bridge to communicate with the outside world as before?
Of course not! Look at the current situation in the direction of Gian Moro!
Once the inquisitor responsible for intermediary communication has his own political intentions, the Gray Knights will fall into extreme passivity.
They are like puppets trapped in embarrassing situations.
They must have their own diplomats. The tradition of a single company being responsible for external affairs in the warband era can no longer keep up with the current demand!
We can't always count on the great mentors to come forward in everything, or him, the leader of the legion, to stand up and speak out, right?
The Grand Masters are already busy enough, and he can't be there every time.
Thinking of this, Calvin put the pen in his hand on the paper, and he drew a red circle on the word "diplomatic needs" heavily on the paper.
This problem must be solved, but here comes the problem...
Calvin himself is a soldier who is not good at words. Apart from basic mobilization and speech skills, more in-depth diplomatic skills are not within the scope of his skill points.
This job was handled by professional political workers in his previous life, but he himself definitely does not have this gene...
what to do? The fields at home are thick enough to grow such seedlings...
That doesn't work... just do it from outside the wall?
The original body was helpless for a moment, stood up and turned around twice, then winked and began to think of off-board moves.
Anyway, his legion has the ability to transform. Although the cost is a bit expensive, it is not impossible to do it on a small scale...
Okay, I have an idea. What about goals?
The original body sat in front of the desk again, and the figures of various legions flashed through his eyes like a revolving lantern.
Countless service experiences in other timelines flashed through his mind, and finally a familiar blue light stopped in his eyes.
Eh? I think these Smurfs are great! Especially the adjutant Sula, I think he is very good!
Having locked the target, Calvin is no longer anxious. There will always be opportunities anyway, he just sees how to operate when the time comes.
He has no psychological burden at all for this kind of behavior. Anyway, these Smurfs owe him enough favors.
Besides, how many Smurfs can be called Mao? The matter of the Gray Knights...that's called dedication to the empire...
And Calvin hasn’t settled Presdia’s debt this time!
Even if the leader of their legion comes face to face one day, Calvin realizes that he still has something to say!
"It's a pity that adjutant..."
Calvin felt a little regretful as to why he had not thought of this problem earlier, otherwise he would have been able to ask for the Ultramarines in person in Placedia.
But that's the thing, once you miss it, there's no room for maneuver.
Given the circumstances of both parties at that time, Calvin could not refuse the other party even if he asked for someone;
But if you say this after the matter is over, it is no different from riding on the head of an ultramarine and slapping him in the face.
The original body shook his head slightly and finally gave up the idea. He looked at the pile of documents in front of him and fell into his new work again.
And this is the wonder of fate.
Just when he couldn't forget about that excellent adjutant, this young man named Sura had already written an application for transfer to the Death Watch...
Under the dim light, the servo skull reminded Calvin that he needed to rest on time. After several breaks of sleep and work, the first draft of the whereabouts of the third batch of Calvin's sons was finally completed in Calvin's hand.
If there are no accidents, the two forces will rotate regularly between the two bases according to a fixed cycle of once every ten years.
And if the legion begins to have sufficient strength in the later period, Calvin also wants to include the Krieg base and the Death Watch base station in a certain direction as the legion's regular rotation training base.
Calvin will classify the locations of these bases according to the degree of danger and form standard first-, second-, and third-line combat readiness levels and corresponding combat readiness duty systems.
When there is no major war, transfers between these bases will become a fixed service process for the promotion of Gray Knights.
And if there is a need for the legion to appear, these bases can also become one of the reliable sources of troops for the rear during the legion's expedition.
In this way, a paramilitary personnel training system that integrated the characteristics of war zones and military zones began to take shape under Calvin.
The original body's experience in the Krieg system had given him some understanding of this type of work.
However, the military organization in the interstellar era is far more complex than that in the tribal era. It has followed the development of human civilization to this day and has become more like a science, rather than a craft that can be covered by accumulation of experience.
Of course, he can rely on his own identity and follow his own instincts to direct the direction of the war.
But in his eyes, that kind of person is only suitable for fighting against the wind. He can burst out with bright light in a short period of time under special circumstances, and even achieve feats that are difficult for future generations to match.
But he is destined not to last long, once the war becomes tense or there are changes on the rear. The fragile military system (or interest alliance) under such a person will be like a weathered rock, falling apart under the attack of the storm.
The so-called "Every time comes and goes, heaven and earth are all working together, but heroes are not free even if their fate is gone." This is the kind of person he is talking about.
Calvin does not discriminate, but he does not want to be a "hero" in this special era. He has higher requirements for himself and the soldiers under his command, and he also has longer-term hopes.
Then everything will return to ordinary, and everything will have to be grabbed from the soil.
During these long and tedious tasks, the Primarch needed to gain a deeper understanding of every aspect of the running of the Imperium.
It is also necessary to gradually adapt to and grasp the overall vision of the high-level military generals of the human empire in the interstellar era in terms of the sources of soldiers, training cycles, materials consumed, and even supporting personnel and diplomatic work...
Make up for yesterday’s update.