Chapter 153 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (4) Never Forget (Part 1)
The silver-gray Thunder Eagle spewed out plasma flames and flew higher and higher, finally disappearing from the sight of Adjutant Sura.
The adjutant who watched Calvin and others leave immediately reported the information left by Calvin to his superiors.
While Severns was pleased, he also had great expectations for the trial court's subsequent documents.
However, in the work diary in his hand, the transfer of power to existing positions is still on the agenda.
Just like the Sons of Guilliman could not deny their suspicion of corruption even if they had numerous reasons, Severns could not cover up the fact that he had failed to review the Sons during his tenure, no matter how good the results were.
Sulla said he could understand this. In the education he received, the Ultramarines were never self-deceiving cowards. If Severns felt that he could shirk responsibility after Calvin expressed his stance, Sulla would be truly disappointed.
But the thing is such a contradiction.
A boss who does not disappoint him is destined to bring him a disappointing future. Even a moderately ideal result cannot make up for the mistakes that have been made.
After all, someone has to pay for their crimes, just like the Son of Guilliman who was transferred to join the Atonement Crusade;
After all, someone has to explain their dereliction of duty, just like Severns, the Third Captain of the Ultramarines, and all the administrative staff including Adjutant Sulla.
At this time, Sulla had confirmed that as the consul's deputy, although he would not be held accountable for this incident, there was no possibility of promotion from now on.
Then before returning to Macragge to report on his duties, in addition to continuing to be loyal to his job responsibilities, he had to consider his next step.
A solid camp and a fleet of soldiers are the same principles among the Astartes Chapters, without exception.
Where? Sulla thought unconsciously, and those mysterious Astartes just now appeared in his mind again.
Maybe Death Watch is a good choice?
I heard that the Tribunal is undergoing system integration, so if you join the Tribunal's exclusive armed force, you will definitely have the opportunity to fight alongside them, right?
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This is the end of Presidia's story.
With the scheduled return of the three Thunderhawks below the orbit, the Endless Jihad once again welcomed its owner after dozens of hours of separation.
Intense signals were immediately sent out from its bridge, and clear-coded messages bearing the emblem of the Inquisition reverberated across the starry skies across Presdia.
Set sail! Set sail!
The gray-painted space beasts are slowly waking up, and the Interstellar Labyrinth far away at the edge of the galaxy is also echoing.
The engines of the two fleets brought up long tail flames, crossing the open space in the center of Plasdia and approaching each other at a speed that seemed slow but actually fast.
Probably because they have enough experience in joint operations, the two fleets reorganized very quickly.
After reintegration, the 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 Fleet, still staying in the sky above Placedia, sent them a blessing signal. 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 stronger strategic mutual trust for the next possible cooperation.
As for the small misunderstanding between the two parties in Plasdia, as well as some tense and critical moments hidden under the misunderstanding, both the Gray Knights' admiral and the Ultramarines' company commander chose not to talk about it.
The soldiers of the empire have enough pragmatism in this regard, and they are also busy enough.
They have already carried too much hatred, and things that have never happened are not worth mentioning in their eyes. And pragmatism makes them clearly know that liquidation will only be reserved for enemies who have been completely defeated.
Both parties made a tacit agreement to take a step back from the incident that occurred during this period.
The Inquisition did not insist on reserving the right to deal with the Sons of Guilliman, even though they stood on both moral and legal high ground at this time.
Ultramar was obviously well aware of this, and without waiting for the Tribunal's warning, they had already promised to sort out the entire sub-group system of the Ultramarines to prevent such an incident from happening again.
As a price paid by the Ultramarines, Plasdia, the gateway between the Ultramarine and Terra, will be under the direct jurisdiction of the Custodes.
After all, even with Calvin's explanation and excuse, the depravity shown by the Sons of Guilliman in the previous battle at the entrance to the Webway is an irrefutable fact.
As a party to the Tribunal, Calvin selectively ignored the threat and offense brought by the Ultramarines and their fleet when they first appeared.
Calvin and others immediately left Plasdia and rushed to the battlefield in the direction of Gian Moro.
The Ultramarines will erase all 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 centuries, and will spend the same or even longer time of fighting and blood to prove their reliability again...
The fleet once again entered the boring state of subspace navigation, and the crew once again entered a state of rotation with a small number of people on duty and most of them entering dormancy.
The lower decks of the entire fleet's battleships fell into a deserted silence, with only the gray knights on the upper decks still maintaining 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 wanted 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 before him.
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.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The week's sailing time flew by like this. Calvin finally got some clues about the two jobs in his hands.
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 Tribunal 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 battle readiness sequence of the Eye of the Empire, and during the joint training process 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 be strengthened 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 has even reached a record close to 10%!
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.
This situation both amuses him and worries him.
He knew better than to blame them, since most of the tasks they performed 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 really don’t want to speak and gradually become unable to speak, that’s also a problem!
Moreover, the size of the legion will only get bigger and bigger, 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 on strings, 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!
You 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 the word "diplomatic needs" was heavily drawn in red circles 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 should I 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 already has the ability to transform. Although the cost is a bit expensive, it is not impossible to do it on a small scale...
Okay, we have the idea. What about the goal?
The original body sat in front of the desk again, with the figures of various legions flashing 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 very good! Especially the adjutant Sura, I think they are 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, can a few Smurfs be called Mao? The matter of the Gray Knights... that's called dedication to the empire...
And this time, Calvin hasn’t settled Presdia’s debt yet!
Even if the leader of their legion comes face to face one day, Calvin will have something to say!
"It's a pity that the adjutant..."
Calvin was somewhat 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 speaking of this after the matter is over 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 once again fell into the new work.
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 these bases according to the degree of danger at which they are located, and form a standard first-, second-, and third-line combat readiness level and a corresponding combat readiness duty system.
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 Primarch'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 than a craft that relies on the 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 dazzling 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 to be short-lived. Once the war becomes intense or there are changes on the home front, 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 united, but heroes are not free even if their fate is gone." This is the kind of person he talks about.
Calvin does not discriminate, but he also 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 the ordinary, and everything will have to be grabbed from the soil.
The Primarch needs to gain a deeper understanding of all aspects of the Empire's operations during these long and tedious tasks.
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...