"I had a friendly meeting with the Chapter Master of the Astral Knights—"
"Just tell me the result."
Quincy Edu has never paid attention to unnecessary human verbal etiquette, agreements and irrelevant words. He only cares about the matter at hand. Trivial matters are considered insignificant to him, so when he proposed an alliance, he directly mentioned this matter
Delivered to Lucky Bangura.
Raj Bangura also answered in accurate binary language, but without the mechanical rhythm.
"The Soshiyan Chapter Master is a very enlightened and powerful man. I believe that he will emerge from the shadow of the empire as a new force. If anyone is willing to provide us with a shelter, Soshiyan A
Lexey is such a person, and he has become our ally for a reason."
Quincy Edu's speech center could easily decipher the meaning of Lucky Bangura's words, even though most of his emotional apparatus had long been removed from him like a diseased tumor.
"Leave these nice words to the Council. I want to hear something practical. After all, the Astartes are not easy to get along with. Our ancestors were forced to kneel to them ten thousand years ago. The cruel and twisted primarch promised to give us a
Equality, but where is the vaunted equality? We labored so hard to provide the Astartes with the weapons of war only to receive platitudes and humiliation from the Night Lords! Tell me, those Space Marines offered nothing more than a verbal shield
What else can you offer?”
"He provided that."
Lucky Bangura smiled slightly and stretched out a thin flesh-and-blood arm, holding a piece of data on it.
"What is it?"
"Standard construction template."
"Standard construction template!?"
Quincy Edu could barely suppress the hunger in his voice and didn't even realize that he retained some unpleasant human traits: greed, ambition and lust.
"They have a working stc?"
"more than one."
Lucky Bangura said in a rather exaggerated tone.
"There are two."
"two?"
Quincy Edu paced back and forth anxiously.
"This hasn't happened in 8214 years, what kind of stc do they have?"
"A high-power jetpack accessory, and one for the Javelin speed attack craft."
Quincy Edu stared at the stc displayed in the data pad with fascination. It contained information worth more than the combined value of most of his furnace's creations. Inside was a flawless electronic blueprint created by a miracle of design.
"The chapter leader solemnly promised that as long as we form an alliance, he will personally send stc here, and promised that the alliance with us will be an alliance of equals rather than an alliance between master and servant."
Lucky Bangura's words were almost ignored, because when Quincy Edu thought about what he might learn from stc, his body trembled involuntarily, and even the standard binary sound was deformed.
"when?"
"The current agreement is one month..."
"The sooner the better!"
"Then it will be advanced to 2 weeks?"
"Okay! Make arrangements immediately! Put aside the meeting report for now! Be sure to tell the other party sincerely that we can provide everything he wants, including weapons, armor, vehicles, and even starships, no problem!"
"Yes, then I'll go right away."
Quincy Edu was so excited that he was still pacing back and forth, but he did not notice the contempt and murderous intent that suddenly flashed in the eyes of Lucky Bangura who turned around.
After leaving Quincy Edu's forge, Lucky Bangura traveled alone to the wilderness thousands of kilometers away.
Because Ulan Huda has devoured other worlds over the years, its size has become no smaller than that of a normal planet. Apart from various cities and forges, it is a vast expanse of pale wilderness.
And in the empty depths of the wilderness, the blown ash covered the pockmarked wasteland at the edge of the plain with a layer of mist.
If you look carefully, you'll see colorful flames burning on the horizon, chemical pollutants in the sky, and stench from the massive oil refineries that circle the planet's equator.
Only the most hardy scavengers can eke out a living in this environment, and these food sources are often sparse and contain too many toxins.
But even so, there is no shortage of scavengers looking for opportunities.
They are "free men" in the forge world, searching for things to survive in the wild deserts and hard ground, usually driving a modified vehicle filled with scrap metal, with wheels covered with rust and ruts.
Full of rust.
A scavenger found something good today.
A scavenger wearing a tattered robe and a dusty gas mask whistled excitedly. The exhaust pipe of the crawler car spewed pungent odor, and the inside of the pressurized cabin exuded sweat and recycled nutrients.
and the smell of excitement, hanging from the roof of the cab was a cracked, thin auspicious panel reinforced with hard material.
He hadn't seen such a strong signal in decades, and he knew this discovery might make him what it was - whatever it was.
While driving, he looked out through the dilapidated cab. He estimated that other scavengers might also be chasing this interesting discovery, so he had to be careful. The fight between scavengers was very bloody and cruel.
Of course, he also killed many people himself, including his car which he snatched from an unlucky man.
The crawler vehicle soon drove into a gentle slope, which gradually expanded into a shallow pit.
He could feel in the cab that the ground under the tracks was soft sand, which was brought here by the polluted wind from the huge refinery in the south.
The auspicious pulses became more urgent, and he found himself almost on top of the thing, although he could see nothing but the dirty glass.
The scavenger simply took off the auspicious device from the roof of the car, picked up a simple laser gun from behind the cab, and confirmed the contents of the car.
There isn't much left inside, but it's enough to deal with any of the same kind lurking in the wasteland.
Then he picked up his backpack, put the ventilation hood tightly on his head, and opened the cab. He winced at the bad weather.
The strong wind tore at his robe, as if trying to throw him back.
His age is no longer suitable for such a life.
While thinking this, he climbed down the ladder and stepped onto the beach, following the piercing siren of the oriole, and walked towards the large sand dune in front of him.
He wanted to figure out what was hidden inside, and although he couldn't see anything of value yet, as he got closer, he found that the nearest dune was much taller and more regular in shape than the others.
Once again confirming the status of the oriole, the scavenger was very sure that what he was about to pick up was under the sand dunes.
Perhaps an aircraft crashed, or an ore ship was covered in sand before the crew could send out a distress signal.
Whatever it is, it marks the end of this terrible life.