The third deck of the passenger ship belongs to the civilian cabin with the lowest fee. It is almost the same as the bottom nest slum. Long voyages often take weeks or even months. People can only squeeze into the small cabin and endure no more than one day.
The folding bed is 5 meters long, and some slightly wealthier passengers will choose to bring their own tents and sleeping bags.
Since there will be no food provided in the civilian cabin, passengers either go to the restaurant to eat expensive fast food, or they make their own meals. Some even set up private kitchens and use the ingredients they brought to make cheap food for sale.
In a sense, this is a small city, only more dirty and chaotic, but basic security is still there. Crew guards armed with electric shock batons will often patrol here and beat up some unlucky people who don't like it.
Scyna was sitting cross-legged on a bed in a small independent cabin, wearing a light brown robe that almost covered her from head to toe, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
A small censer sat to her left, against the cold wall, hardly comparable to the comfort of her meditation room on the Inquisition cruiser, or even the austere room aboard Serenity II.
, but she was too tired and desperately longed for a short rest and occasional comfort.
It is enough to just sit down, close your eyes, and not look back.
As time passed and she regained a little energy, she found that her thoughts were wandering, rising on the wings of thought, and a strange prophetic pressure came over her - like a ball slowly forming
Water filled the space in her head.
Her senses let her know in a hazy way that, if she chose to let it, a prophetic trance was about to come.
At first, she refused, choosing to spend some time to stabilize her mentality and regain her strength. After all, there is a mixed bag of fish and dragons here. Although it is a good place to hide, there will also be various accidents.
Her master and her colleagues are dead, and now she can only rely on herself. Before she uses that kind of psychic power, she is just a twenty-year-old girl who is a little more fragile than normal people.
But the tide that enveloped her thoughts was not so easy to subside, and another thought told her that only by accepting the visions afforded by the trance could she hope to foresee what was before her.
She wasn't sure if this was her idea, but she finally gave in to the pressure, sighed softly, closed her eyes, and cleared her thoughts.
Crazy visions of the future flooded into her head like dark clouds hanging over the canopy of a tree.
first of all……
It's still the same, just like before, always the same.
The cold hit her, and although she wasn't sure if she was actually part of the vision or just watching the events from somewhere "far away", she still felt naked: ice formed on her skin,
Steam came out of her mouth with every breath.
To any physical entity, the Warp can be described as an abyss.
The next second, her soul was standing on a huge gray stone pillar, surrounded by no obstructions. No matter which obscene breeze caught her, it would make her roll down the steep side.
At this moment she was like a lamb on the altar.
She cried, was scared, and was sick, even though she had seen all of this before.
This was the fourth time she had witnessed this scene.
Then, there seemed to be something in the clouds in front of her, an invisible presence that broke through the fog of confused thinking, moving like a shadow under the water, getting closer and closer.
Just like before, she knew what it was.
She was forced to leave the stone pillar and was lifted high by a beast in black armor with the symbol of a double-winged sword on his body - this terrifying scene created in front of her would almost certainly happen to her.
But there's more to come.
She tried to see the monster holding her, but it was blurry...
Suddenly, it was gone, and so was her consciousness. Scyna's soul fell into darkness, with hatred and anger boiling around her.
She believes that she has witnessed everything and experienced everything, and that symbol represents an identity.
Dark Angel…
The Dark Angels are traitors, they have fallen, they have secretly betrayed the Empire and the Emperor.
Scyna believed in her feelings, even though she knew that the nature of Warp visions was half-truths and half-truths.
"Well--"
The girl woke up gasping for breath, with thick bile accumulating in her mouth. She lay on the bedside, vomiting and choking, holding her stomach, and it took a while to recover.
it's too cold……
Suddenly, she heard the announcement that the ship was about to arrive at the port.
The girl struggled to get to the head of the bed, turned on the kettle, and poured herself a cup of hot water. After waiting for her body functions to gradually recover, she opened the pillow, picked up the belt and leg rings, and tied them around her waist and left thigh.
Then he tied a laser pistol to his waist, hung a micro acupuncture pistol on his leg ring, then a dagger, and finally simply packed away the small baggage.
When she walked out of the cabin, people outside had already started queuing up to take the elevator. The scene was very chaotic, with shouts and curses everywhere, and people running in the middle, which often meant that a thief had succeeded.
The journey went smoothly. As a follower of the Inquisitor, she had a perfect identity disguise that was completely impossible to be discovered. Soon she left the passenger ship and came to the airport, and boarded a transport plane bound for the ground.
She must first return to her master's secret residence, find a way to contact other colleagues who are still alive, and hand over the evidence she possesses to a person who is trustworthy and capable of avenging those dead.
Scyna knew what kind of force she was about to accuse, a group of powerful space marines, a founding group.
But she must avenge her master.
Not long after the girl boarded the transport plane, another group of people also entered the airport from the secret VIP channel.
"The boss said, catch the people and give them two tons of palladium for each person. If you find something, add another ton for each person. This money is enough to go to a remote world and live comfortably as a noble for the rest of your life."
The leader was a slender figure, taller than most men and very slender, wearing a mask that seemed to have been shaped by a whimsical sculptor, with a fixed, arrogant expression frozen on the mask.
An electric blue cloak covered his body from the neck down, under which the sheen of pearl gray could be seen.
Behind him, there are six other figures, they are male or female, some are tall, some are short, but without exception they are killers and bounty hunters who are very famous in the Maelstrom area but almost no one has seen their true faces.
Not long ago, a mysterious financial owner issued a dangerous mission. The Death Cult assassin named Gray Ghost accepted the mission and summoned some of his past partners, but Gray Ghost himself said that he
I don't know who the real boss is, his upline is just a middleman.
But these are not important. What is important is that this is a mission with extremely rich rewards. Even if it is to assassinate a planetary governor, no one may be able to offer such a price.
What they have to face is just the "little trouble" of the Tribunal and their "comrades" who seem to have also accepted the mission.
They had already fought against the followers of the Tribunal before in the Grief Galaxy, as well as those colleagues who had accepted the same mission. The mysterious financial owner hired many killers, but there was only one bounty.
There is only one goal.
Two chapters of the plot, not a branch plot, but a closing plot