Storm Star Territory, Federman Galaxy Star No. 4, Enduring Jihad Medical Area.
Sand... sand... sand... sand...
Wearing a black uniform and a mechanical modification device on his head, Tribunal Medical Officer E-07 is standing on the deck full of inscriptions, immersed in checking the physical signs of the target in charge with a pen on the data pad.
The survival capsule in front of him was extremely tall, and except for the front which was made of dark green crystal glass, the entire thing was made of ceramic steel.
The half-human-high base is iron-grey, and the forearm-thick fixing screws are like its roots, firmly welding it to the deck of the battleship.
e-07 looked up from time to time to observe and check, repeatedly checking the constants recorded on the data pad in his hand, the real-time data on the screen, and the status of the life-support cabin.
If he discovers any abnormality among the three, the white-armored giants (pharmacists) patrolling in the passage behind her will be notified and rush to the scene to deal with it as soon as possible.
This is just a corner of the medical area aboard the Endless Jihad.
Zooming in on a certain deck in the entire medical area, there are hundreds of similar life-support capsules like a forest of steel. Silent and busy technical officers like e-07 are even more helpless.
Count.
This place is located under the bridge of the Relentless Crusade and is dedicated to the medical treatment and gene seed cultivation of the Gray Knights.
Under the protection of the battleship's one kilometer thick armor, it also has nearly 100 meters of metal protection.
It is like a heavily protected womb, sheltering the most vulnerable side of the Gray Knights deep in the core of the battleship.
Bang... Bang... Bang... Bang...
Heavy footsteps sounded from behind Calvin, and the two imperial guards accompanying him moved away silently, nodding to the visiting Grand Master of the Guardian Shaper.
"How's the data?" The Grand Master was polite to Calvin and directly asked him what he was most concerned about.
"Normal." Calvin responded.
"The bone density increased by nearly 40%, and the net increase in bone dimension also exceeded 5%.
Calculated based on existing data, their average height will increase by nearly 0 centimeters this time, and their weight will also increase accordingly.
In short, their armor barely fits anymore, and the Techmarines have their work cut out for them."
Urdas smiled slightly and did not mind the daily teasing of the original body. With his many years of experience in the field of psychic training, this kind of basic data obviously cannot meet his requirements.
"What about the functional data? Has it come out?" Urdas then asked.
"The growth curve of cell activity is good, and the development of the new Federman psychic fibers is also very ideal. If there are no surprises, you can see them in a week at most."
Calvin said with a smile, but Urdas saw only worry in his eyes.
"What are you worried about?" The veteran in front of him was no longer a simple great mentor at this time. He had another identity: the chief staff of the battle group - the function of a think tank made him ask.
Calvin did not answer him directly, but mentioned the news he had just received from the Astropath.
"Have you read the message from Titan?"
"The number of black ships?" Urdas subconsciously repeated what he had seen before.
"No, it's not a black ship, or it's not just a black ship."
Calvin looked towards the cultivation area under the cloister, where the pharmacists were still working at their posts.
"Soldiers?" Urdas asked, but this time the soldiers did not make the veteran feel unusual in terms of quantity or quality.
Even compared to the previous numbers, the number of qualified candidates collected by the black ship fleet returning from the direction of the Hazy Star Field this time is even greater than before.
"Too many." Calvin whispered.
"Too many?" Urdas's eyes were full of doubts, but then he thought of something.
"Too many." Calvin repeated. He turned around and waved to stop the two imperial guards who were trying to retreat, and then faced the veteran who had the suspicion and said again:
"Psychic energy is like a beautiful but unnecessary gift to us. It has no meaning to reason except to respond to our greed.
And the most important thing is that neither the emperor nor you or I have the right to refuse this ‘gift’.”
The primarch's magnetic voice echoed in the depths of the arcade, like a cold declaration of certain facts.
With the same heavy expression on his face, the Imperial Guards and Gray Knights present all followed his perspective and saw that it was not an area they should think about.
"In the past progress of human civilization, our technology and ethics have been repeatedly polished and set foot on known soil;
And what about spiritual energy? Everything it gives us comes from sensibility and **.
Psychic energy means power to individuals and means breaking away from the original social structure;
For humans, it is cancer..."
"Too many..." Calvin's tone was full of worry.
"Your attention to the Inquisition is limited to its tasks and resources, which is not surprising given your responsibilities.
But from my perspective, a simple conclusion can be drawn from the statistics of the Inquisition in the entire empire in recent years.
Within our effective control area, the number of qualified Gray Cavalry personnel is increasing, and the number of their base psykers is also increasing unstoppably."
Calvin looked at the already serious Urdas and the imperial guards who were watching, and gave his final conclusion on the matter:
"Our world is moving away from rationality and moving closer to sensibility. The foundation for human survival in this world is being unstoppably shaken!"
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After bidding farewell to the shocked Grand Master of the Guardian Shaper and the Imperial Army, Calvin came to the wing of the medical area alone.
There is a separate cabin here that is set aside as a laboratory to study some projects that are of interest to the original body.
This area is currently occupied by the Mechanicus Priests of the Order of Omen, and members of the Mechanicus of Mars are also allowed to participate on a limited basis.
They were studying the harvest on the space hulk at this time, and the ones that attracted Calvin's most attention were the liquid metals that had wonderful feedback on psychic energy.
"In the name of the throne, good day, noble son of the Emperor."
After hearing the iconic footsteps of the original body, the priests of the Order of Omen turned and looked in the direction Calvin was walking from.
At this time, Calvin has replaced his original armor. The new power armor is not designed for protection, but has several more mechanical arms like technical sergeants on the slots on the power backpack. p>
This is the power armor he specially prepared for the laboratory. If it were the place where he lived in his previous life, it would probably be equivalent to a white lab coat.
"How's the progress?"
Calvin ignored everyone's courtesy towards him, responded with a symbolic wave and walked straight to the stage.
Under the center console where he and the priests were sitting, behind only a piece of bulletproof glass, there was a huge laboratory in busy operation.
Nearly a hundred large machines were divided by heavy armor to form dozens of experimental groups. Under the leadership of low-level priests, the mechanical slaves were operating in narrow cabins.
The liquid metal brought back from the space hulk is also testing its various parameters in these deliberately created extreme environments.