In the first few days after the battle, he was only allowed to stay in the infirmary. Although he tried to prevent it, the medic took off his power armor-but he never let the power armor backpack leave his sight.
, and no one is allowed to touch it.
During the days when he was receiving medical treatment, he learned that the fleet of the Adeptus Mechanicus had arrived to collect the remains of the world engine. They were always obsessed with these alien technologies.
Soshyan even heard the bishop of the Mechanicus complaining to Vennistan why he wanted to smash the world engine.
After finishing the diagnosis and treatment, he was not allowed to leave. Although Venetilius did not say the reason, he knew it very well.
He was teleported directly from the subspace to the bridge. The Chapter Chaplain had every reason to suspect that he had been contaminated by Chaos, so he had to go through a series of observations and considerations to ensure his purity.
On the other hand, Venetius also bluntly stated that the losses in this operation were too huge. He must carefully report the situation to his superiors. As the only survivor of the battle group, Soshyan must hide in the darkness before the final conclusion is drawn.
middle.
Venetius also had an honor that he had to defend.
But thinking like this is really strange to Soshyan.
Within the Astral Knights Chapter, the leader's primary concern is always justice rather than politics.
However, Soshyan also understood that the Ultramarines, as a founding group with a large number of sub-groups, and the warriors who lived in it, required far more complexity than a sub-group. The key is that the Astral Knights are in principle a sub-group of the Imperial Fists.
.
This battle was so tragic that the Ultramarines must give the Imperial Fists a reasonable explanation.
For this, Soshyan didn't care about them, or their superior Chapter Master.
He only cares about his own responsibilities now and the future of the war group that has been virtually destroyed.
This mentality enriched Soshyan's life on the ship.
He rejected the luxurious cabin offered by Venetilius and instead sought solitude on the lower deck, making it his own space.
Venetius visited him once during his recovery, delivering a set of power armor repair materials - everyone on the ship now knew that Soshyan refused anyone to touch his power armor, even if it was already worn out.
Extremely damaged.
No one knows the real reason, but everyone thinks he is remembering his fallen comrades.
Although there had been a fierce quarrel before, Soshyan accepted the gift with gratitude and quickly applied the rudimentary skills he had learned to his armor.
Although Space Marines are soldiers, they also need to learn how to simply repair their equipment, including power armor.
However, Soshyan's craftsmanship is very average. Most of the time, he just uses thick nails to fix the repaired armor in the broken position, which makes his power armor look like an ancient object from decades ago.
"I really can't imagine your obsession with your broken power armor, Soshyan."
Just as he lowered his head and clicked, a familiar voice sounded at the entrance of the cabin.
Part of the room has been turned into a crude training ground by Soshyan. His bed is a hard pallet, no better than the operating bed in the medical room. It is stuffed far away in the corner, and his weapons
Put them all in front of the bed.
When Soshyan heard Venetilius's voice, he stopped moving and put down the right wrist guard that he was tapping.
"As I said, I wanted to be left alone, sir."
Soshyan said briefly, without any emotion in his tone.
Venetius stepped into the flickering firelight. In the room, Soshyan set up several improvised burning braziers as lighting.
"You really don't want to get a new one?"
"I'll speak up when necessary, sir."
Venetilius glanced at Soshyan's riveted armor.
"It doesn't look very strong. Maybe you can leave it to our technical sergeants to handle it."
Soshyan sat back on the ground and began to perform each repair step accurately and methodically.
"My company commander often told me that nothing is more reliable than your own hands, except your brothers."
"I see."
Venetilius continued to row in circles in Soshyan's cabin, and he could see the sweat gathering in the scars deeply etched on Soshyan's face, which were a boast of his heroic actions.
"It's getting heavier and heavier, isn't it?"
Hearing this nonsense, Soshyan stopped and began to think about what the Ultramarine wanted to say, but immediately realized that he meant something else.
Then he turned to Venetius.
"You're not here to discuss patching techniques, are you, Captain Seventh?"
"I'm surprised you didn't ask about the aftermath of the battle."
"The aliens and their filthy tombs have been destroyed, and we paid a heavy price. What more is there to say?"
Venetius frowned.
"Have you ever wondered why Amurad wanted to save you alone?"
"This is our battle group's business."
The Ultramarine narrowed his eyes.
"When our think tank told me that Amurad had requested the rescue of a new recruit, I almost thought he had lost his mind again."
Soshyan's face immediately became serious. If Wennistein continued to speak rudely, he would definitely go up and teach him a lesson - even if he was on the other side's battleship.
"But after seeing you, I probably understand the reason why he did this. You are a very good warrior. Even in our battle group, there are very few people with your characteristics. Maybe the second company commander...
"
As he spoke, Venetilius' eyes drifted from Soshyan's serious face to a certain point behind him.
"ah……"
Soshyan followed Venitilius' gaze, turned his head and finally realized that the other man was looking at his iron halo.
"A souvenir?"
"The memorial is left to the dead. It represents a responsibility. Before it, I made an oath - I will rebuild the Chapter."
Soshyan turned his head, looked at Venedilius, and swallowed back the rest of his reminiscences.
"Say what you came here to say."
The embers in his eyes sparkled with anger.
"During this period, we collected the corpses in space. Because the explosion was too violent, we only found 584 corpses, most of which were in a mutilated state, including... Amurad."
Although the interior of the battleship was warm as spring, this cabin was as cold as void at this time.
"Did you see his body?"
"Yes, I am also very sad. He...he is a great warrior. 2.1 billion living beings have been saved because of your sacrifice."
Venetilius took a step forward and wanted to put his hand on Soshyan's shoulder to express comfort, but the other party took a step back to show his refusal.
"Don't try to comfort me, sir."
Soshyan said coldly:
"Your power armor is also splattered with blood! You will not get any honor from this war, only shame."
"Soshyan."
Soshyan raised his hands and told him to shut up.
"I have always been taught to be the master of my own emotions, so we will not lose our composure due to such stimulation, but this does not mean that I have forgiven you."
"But there's something you should probably take a look at."
Venetilius's words made Soshyan a little suspicious, but he still left the cabin with him and boarded a Thunderhawk.
A few minutes later, when the Thunderhawk's hatch opened, Soshyan was stunned.
"this--"
This is a platform floating in the void. Soldiers from various battle groups are lined up on both sides of the road. At the end of the main road paved with black bricks is a towering monument.
With just one glance, Soshyan recognized that its material was the broken fragments of the World Engine, and it was also decorated with a large number of Necron remains. In the center of the monument, there were only three silver-plated numbers - 771.
As if sleepwalking, Soshyan walked towards the monument step by step. With every step he took, the name of a fighting brother would appear in his mind.
Their figures seemed to be reflected on the other side of the monument, staring at him quietly.
Axel, Nader, Occam, Fix...
When he walked to the monument, he saw a broken silver-gray helmet quietly placed on the base in a circle of burning candles, with two crossed battle axes in front of it.
"We are here to pay our respects."
Venetius came to Soshyan and looked at the towering monument.
"The world will always remember the battlefield battles and the sacrificed heroes. As the new Chapter Master, their names will be read out by you... In the ancient era of the Great Crusade, each of our battleships will record the names of the fallen.
Now we will restore this ancient custom here."
Under the gaze of all the Space Marines, Soshyan was silent for a long time, and finally broke the silence himself.
His voice is as heavy as this monument.
"Ato Amurad, the gene seed has not been recovered, Masayak, the gene seed has not been recovered, Hylarsi, the gene seed has not been recovered, Sarax gene seed has not been recovered..." 0