"Okay, I understand." Little Calvin replied angrily, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Although the original body's return was not within his expectation, to be honest, if Calvin had not retreated, he would not have known how it would end.
Little Calvin, who was at the center of this "farce", relied more on his own emotions and responsibilities for support at this time. When the original body chose to avoid the conflict, his mood was finally relieved from the anxiety.
Let's go back to the strategy room.
The young leader of the third battle group, the temporary master of the Silver Dawn, paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, and then gave orders to the team behind him.
And his adjutant, flag officer, and company chief officers during the rotation period, after receiving the order, quietly followed the different functions of a complete command center and reported to the bridge, barracks, court representatives and even the court respectively.
High-ranking military officers in Dalos should start preparations in advance for possible communications that may be needed after making an appointment.
And this is the effect that the original body and Calvin Jr. want in this "drama":
The latter can feel it after he has completed some restriction on the original body in accordance with his responsibilities and character.
His orders were more thoroughly implemented in the battle group with the confirmation of a certain status.
A smile flashed across young Sir Sutherland's lips, but he and his team did not stop.
The tall gray knights disappeared into the corridor of the fleet, and their heavy and firm steps were the most powerful support in the hearts of every battleship member.
"The communication channel is connected and waiting for authorization..."
"Authorization Key—Hyperion."
Tabers stood between the throne and the projector, and gave the corresponding command as soon as he received the servo response.
The fleet heading to Colonis has returned, and the communication relay in orbit has been completed and is being debugged.
On the Silver Dawn's communications deck group, the personnel assigned to communicate with Colonis were temporarily suspended and were waiting quietly.
On the other side, the crew members who found the nearby Inquisition Intelligence Station after scanning with the auspicious device, compared the information and confirmed that the status of the intelligence station was correct, then transferred the communication signal of the encrypted channel to the throne.
Authorization passed, initial access level assessment is in progress...
Initial access level confirmation...Epsilon
File comparison...Loading...
2863 unchecked documents, pass keys...
Snapped.
Tabos pressed the button in his hand and skipped the meaningless process.
After two rapid keystrokes, an encrypted window hidden in the file directory was called up.
Warning! Key input countdown.9…8…7…6…
"Aegis." Ignoring the cursor on the screen, Tabos turned on the voiceprint recognition device on the communicator, and then spoke the predetermined code word.
In the meteorite belt outside the Agathon galaxy, a miniature intelligence station emitted two imperceptible red lights, and after passing the voiceprint recognition, it finally stopped the self-destruction program that had been started.
The number of files is 3196, loading and comparing...
Looking at the three hundred extra documents, Tabers ignored the flashing high-security labels among them.
Those documents either didn't fit the timeline he was interested in, or were information he didn't want to know.
The bodies of these files are encrypted, and identity information must be left every time they are accessed.
Tybus knew the direction of the Primarch's current attention, so he had no intention of getting involved in unexpected events.
"Astarte" in the five keyword indexes is set up for this purpose.
With this vocabulary restriction, some "experiments" about demons and the Inquisition or more outrageous matters will not appear in the Argent Dawn's inspection records.
Information about the Obscure Star Field, as well as the encrypted intelligence recently sent by Terra, were sifted out from a pile of documents that had been piled up for an unknown period of time.
The news about the changes in the Eye of Terror that was retrieved together with it also appeared in the column of the document.
Tabos glanced at the labels of these information one by one, and did not stop operating the servo in his hands.
A series of codes flowed across the green screen, and the intelligence was diverted, and then sent in duplicate from the bridge of the Argent Dawn to the servo skulls and personal terminals of the Primarch and Battle Group Commander Little Calvin.
"Dip...dip...dip..."
Calvin returned to the palace and was just about to rest when he activated the emergency program while his personal terminal was offline, and was pulled up from his huge steel bed by the servo skull "Holy Blood".
"Eye of Terror?"
This was Calvin's instinctive reaction when he saw the information on his personal terminal.
Under the search logic of the servo, the pollution entry refers to everything related to chaos while preventing electronic demons from contaminating the system.
As a Gray Knight, Calvin's job was here. His professional habits made him subconsciously pay attention to everything in the Eye of Terror. As for the battle report of the Obscure Star Territory, he only read it later.
The former's abnormal movement obviously did not attract his attention at this time, but an interview record from the Hazy Star Territory border defense made his newly awakened brain instantly feel the "pleasure" of rising blood pressure.
"Mars?"
Calvin looked at the image attached to the document, the small frigate bearing the Terran mark.
Although the latter has undergone sufficient transformation and disguise, in the eyes of those who know enough about the Mechanicus, the position of the keel of the battleship and the layout of the functional areas are still full of enough "Mars" style.
Regarding the existence of "that person" and his avoidance of Calvin, Calvin almost subconsciously thought of something.
So Calvin began to recall several points in time when he and Constantine visited Mars, and sure enough, in the records of the earliest visit, he found a date that matched the visit of the frigate.
Is it him? The probability is very small...
Calvin laughed and shook his head, then drove this paranoid thought out of his mind.
But this thought is extremely stubborn, almost like a virus that reappears the moment it is eliminated, and continues to occupy the original body's "logical thread" along with the previous thinking.
If so, what is he doing here?
Calvin thought of doing it, and he already picked up the data pad at hand.
Under the high-level authority of the original body, a tracking and query command related to the frigate was also transferred from the core of the Silver Dawn and then sent out into the vast starry sky.
"It's better not to be him. It's better not to be there."
Calvin thought subconsciously, while his eyes were fixed on the location of the Gothic Sector on the data board.
But then I thought about it, and the original body's psychology changed again.