After the storm, the stars were like diamonds scattered in the deepest darkness, and the destructive fleets hung upside down under their shiny light.
His five fingers were tightly clutching under his spotless gloves, and he had nothing to do except wiping his equipment.
I can't seem to do anything.
A cough pulled him back from his self-pity - back to the bridge.
To be honest, he didn't know which place was worse.
"grown ups?"
He moved his face away from the desperate sight outside the window and went to speak to someone who was equally desperate.
A technological heretic, Neo Marco, is already three hundred years old and has few pieces of meat on his body, but he has stubbornly retained his stinky face and looks extremely tired now.
His mechanical prosthetic eyes were surrounded by deep circles on his pale skin—a slack skin and dark lenses made the two look incredibly huge on the half-light and half-dark command deck.
The red and black robe was loosely wrapped around his body, and the command panel behind the head squeezed into a piece with the wrinkled skin. The originally damaged robotic arm was modified in a hurry - at first glance, he looked like a sickly old man playing dress-up games, as if running out of the carving.
"Biden Marco, I think you have another injury report to me."
"Now it's the Marco Sage, my commander."
"What I say is what it is, everyone seems to have gained something, but I am still sitting on wax, which is amazing."
"Your meeting with two adults, Osie Bravo and Heller Renault, is about to begin."
Technical heresy continued to say that showing weakness in the Black Legion will kill people.
“Yes, yes.”
“So it’s over?”
"Very good, what if I don't go?"
Marco did not answer, pinching the touch device on his fingertips and casting a complete holographic image of the No-rest Resentment on the nearby display.
The image sways in the air and then becomes nearly stable.
A large number of projection lenses are destroyed, and each part of the image flickers in turn and disappears.
"We estimate that it will take three more days to connect the main power system to Geller's position to be put into operation, sir."
Iengrasper sighed loudly.
"It's great, I'm pretty sure I told you-you know what I mean, I'm absolutely sure I told you, and it's all the way to this day."
Marco looked at the big soldier through his red lenses.
"Maybe there is no fun, sir, but the progress we have made far exceeded our most optimistic estimates at the beginning. I'm talking about fifteen or nine days we can complete it."
“Fear drives people well.”
"There is only this fear. The reason why they performed well is due to my foresight and complete plans."
Iengrasper stared at Marco.
"How do you talk? You old guy without Xba, I will kill you, I can kill you."
"Maybe it is, but you won't."
"So, even you are starting to belittle me?"
Marco's eyes twitched for a moment, doing his best not to let contempt come out of his body.
"Of course not, but if you don't want this ship to be reimbursed as space trash within a few days, then don't think about making bad plans to me."
The technical heretic replied, adding another sentence.
"Mr. Commander."
His arrogance and rudeness made Irongrasper laugh, but in the ears of others, he roared like a ferocious roar.
"So fast! I really should have hugged you tightly! Maybe now, after staying in this broken place for so long, I no longer care. I will crush your head so I can have some fun..."
He shouted loudly, raising his voice.
"Now!"
Some of the sounds on the bridge were quiet, just a small part of the noise that once filled the place.
The surviving crew members had sunken eyes and looked tired, and they glanced at the Space Marines nervously.
Marco ignored the pretentious behavior of the failed naval commander.
"Nothing on this ship is intact, sir."
The technical heretic waved toward the severely damaged side of the hull, and the intact outline of the Wuxiu Resentment was outlined with green lines, while the actual situation was a soft red.
"The total loss of hull mass is 13%, the crew mortality rate is 70%, there are thirteen floors on the deck, there are no one in one person, the weapon output is reduced by 80%, we have been close to reactor downtime six times, but we are still standing here, which is my credit, if you think your life is not fun, mine is not at all."
"I am really happy for you, Bishop."
"I am the sage of the technical sage of this ship, Company Commander Iron Graspell."
"Ahhhh, you won, okay."
"Your attitude is based on my ability, so if you're like you're forever here now, I advise you to kill me now."
Iengrasper smiled, but only smiled for a moment.
This is not only a concession to this damn old man, but also a kind of self-deprecation.
His image is probably not much better than a mutant.
"Three days, I think this is really good news."
He paused for a moment, and then reluctantly said:
“Good job, but it’s too late.”
Suddenly, a ringtone rang in his communicator, and a communication officer came over, sweating all over his body with fear.
He didn't have the same courage as Marco, so he tried not to deal with this space warrior and only talked to technical heretics.
"The two adults are requesting a call."
"Great! What a mess, I can still talk to these two bastards!"
Irongrasper said to him:
"Click them in and encrypt them all the way. I don't want to alert the snake and attract the empire."
Soon, two faces appeared in the holographic image, pressing Wuxiu Angry into a blurred ball of light.
Osi Bravo, a company commander of the former son of Horus, and the current captain of the Holy Corrosion, took the lead in speaking:
"We are ready to leave as we agreed in advance. Will you go with us?"
"I'm so happy to see you, brother."
Iron Graspell sarcastically then looked at another man, Heller Renault, the captain of the Wild Howling, a former company commander of the Alpha Legion, who now takes a war gang to be hired by the Black Legion.
"And you, brother Renault."
"Good morning, Iron Graspell."
The other party just nodded and said.
"Are you ready?"
Bravo repeated unhappily, his horse face always looked very painful, although more self-righteous than usual.
"In another three days, my diligent, hardworking and loyal technical sage said this."
"Then we have to leave you."
"You can't wait to sell me for seventy-two hours? Three boats are better than two."
The two captains looked away from him. He thought they exchanged glances and silently asked each other who would pull him, although from his perspective, their projection was about to convey emotions.
As far as he knows, most of the time, such a glimpse will not bring good news.