The servants worked quickly.
With the help of many hands and specialized tools, Soshyan's armor was removed in no time - a job he would never have been able to do on his own.
With the power cables and breastplate removed, he was essentially free.
The Chapter's senior servants began to remove the armor from his legs, whispering praises to the armor's machine spirit as they worked.
As soon as his leg armor was removed, he stepped out without waiting for his greaves to be removed as well.
There was disassembled armor on the table nearby.
A Space Marine is capable of removing his own armor if necessary, but complete disassembly is the appropriate treatment for these sacred weapons.
If they are not regularly cleaned, tested and cared for, their mechanical soul will gradually lose vitality.
At this time, two servants came up and untied the breathing filter from around the neck - it was stuck to the body with a layer of sweat.
Then Soshyan took a few steps forward, completely breaking away from the restraints of the armor, exposing his skin to the cool air inside the ship.
At this time, he turned around.
The finely crafted power armor had been completely disassembled, and the wires of the backpack hung from the fixed frame. The servants wrapped the other parts in red cloth, bowed deeply, and stepped back.
As soon as he leaves here, the servants will take his equipment to the studio next door.
There they will meticulously cleanse the sacred weapons and armor, make any necessary repairs, re-anoint them and return them to their shelves.
When Soshyan returns, his weapons will be gleaming once again and his armor will be assembled on the armor rack.
A pair of diligent hands will wash away the traces left by a day's activities on the armor.
Then, he walked naked through the armory, and the mechanical doormen on both sides of the door opened the door to the bathroom.
Soshyan entered a room decorated from top to bottom with white intarsia.
He stood in the center of the room, letting the servants wipe away the sweat from training with warm cloths, and then walked into the high-temperature bath room.
For the next half hour, he sat in heat that would have roasted an unmodified human, letting the fragrant steam soothe his muscles.
As the gray marrow content in his body became higher and higher, he became more and more fond of this high-heat environment, even if he was still in a normal state.
He then walked into the shower room, where hundreds of liters of water was poured over his head and drained away.
Feeling the tingling sensation on his skin, he walked into the main bath surrounded by columns.
The bath is large enough to swim in. The water in the pool is azure due to various minerals, and various murals decorate the walls and ceiling.
He walked down the steps into the pool step by step, letting the warm water embrace him until the water submerged his neck.
Soshyan closed his eyes while taking a deep breath.
The vibrations from nearby pipes carrying hot water synchronized with his heartbeat, and Soshyan entered a meditative state.
It wasn't until two hours later that he woke up, lifted himself out of the pool with his strong arms, dried his body and used drying equipment to take away the water stains on his skin, and finally put on a silver-gray robe.
Then Soshyan left the bathroom and walked into his private room.
The food had already been prepared for him - it was cooked for him alone by Rozim, the master of the restaurant of the war group, and beside him were golden jugs and wine glasses that had been filled with fine wine.
As Soshyan walked past the dining table, he picked up a plate of cheese-like desserts dotted with many dried fruits he didn't recognize.
He finished at his desk, chewing his food slowly and sipping wine to go with it.
There are stacks of reports and documents on the desktop, most of which are about the progress of battleship construction and various information about neighboring galaxies. Occasionally, there are some "stories" from distant wars.
While reading these reporting documents, he steadily eliminated the food on the plate.
Ten minutes later, when he finished reading the papers, his plate happened to be empty.
Soshyan stood up and put some temporary documents into the shredder nearby.
When he was about to go back to bed and take a good rest, he suddenly noticed a small box under the bed - in fact, he noticed it every day, but ignored it every time.
This was left behind by his physiological father, and it is said to contain his notes on their ancient family research.
Soshyan had no interest in his family, and the responsibility of continuing the family naturally fell to his cousin, but from the moment he became an Astartes, their relationship only had a little bit of emotion. ——In terms of blood, they are not even the same kind.
But for some reason, Soshyan noticed him today and didn't choose to ignore it.
He bent down, took out the wooden box from under the bed, brushed off the dust, and opened it.
In the box, there were four brown-covered notebooks stacked on top of each other. There were no signatures or any marks on them.
Soshyan took out the top book and turned to the first page.
"My child, don't be too surprised when you read this line."
Although it said so, Soshyan was still stunned for a moment.
Then he quickly looked down.
"I have always had a strong premonition that one day, these research notes of mine will come into your hands. This is not a prophecy or witchcraft. It is just my intuition as a father."
While watching, Soshyan slowly sat back on the chair and placed the box on the table.
"It is also possible that the person who saw these was a stranger, or another member of the family. I hope you will preserve them as long as they last, so my son, Soshyan Alexey, a great Assi Brother Tate, have the opportunity to see them, this is the most sincere request of a father."
Here is everything written on the first page.
Soshiyang had mixed feelings in his heart and didn't know what to say. He just gently twisted a corner and turned the page.
"I have been told for as long as I can remember that we are an ancient family with special honors, dating back to the time when the Emperor still walked the earth..."
Each of the notes left by his father was very thick, and it took Soshyan three hours to read the contents of the first one word by word.
He looked thoughtful as he closed the notebook.
According to published documents, the glorious Unification War ended Terra's age of conflict.
Since then, Terra has enjoyed more than one hundred and fifty years of peace, stability and recuperation, while the Emperor has led his Great Crusade away from home, fearlessly reintegrating the scattered human worlds across the Star Sea into the Empire's borders.
The historical documents say so, but the reality is far from neat and tidy.
History only records the macro trends and overall stages, and imposes many arbitrary and vague contents on many Spring and Autumn brushworks that have accumulated a lot of sand.
In fact, the Age of Strife had a profound impact on humanity. Even at the end of the Great Crusade, the aftershocks were still reverberating across the galaxy.
Even though the Emperor declared on Terra that the Imperium of Man was the legitimate continuation of past human civilizations, this could not stop various feudal worlds, religious groups, remote nations, and autocratic monarchs from stubbornly refusing to cooperate and trying to hold on to themselves behind high walls. A state of insignificant independence.
Many of them survived for decades even under the storms of the Great Crusade, relying on the Empire's peace negotiations and appeasement to resist or avoid all treaties, reconciliations, and many other diplomatic means intended to annex them.
Most stories show that the Emperor, or the Emperor's ministers and ministers, had extraordinary patience.
Even at the height of the Great Crusade, the Empire's top brass still spared no effort to use non-violent means to resolve conflicts, and the Emperor even allowed some forces to remain semi-independent, waiting for them to accept reality.
But other stories, less often recorded, also show that the Emperor's patience was limited, and when his patience ran out, his mercy and forbearance would be gone.
According to Soshyan's father's research, their family's history may be much more than what is rumored - they may even be descendants of a force that was once hostile to the empire.
