On the White Temple's flagship, the battle barge Heart of Light, Randall was staring through the huge observation window at the transport fleet "swimming" in groups in the void like a school of fish.
This is the last batch of immigrants from the Sanctuary Planet. They all go to a new world to start a new life out of their own volition. After all, the Sanctuary Planet is already very crowded as an ordinary world, and the people's survival pressure has always been great. In fact, Without this collective action, the planetary governor would organize many immigrants every year to relieve population pressure.
In addition to the immigrants, most of the supplies, materials, relics, and even buildings of the White Temple Monastery and Fortress were also relocated.
From now on, the war group will only maintain a company size on Sanctuary Star and use it as a recruiting point.
A company commander once expressed concern to Randall. After all, after giving up the Sanctuary Star and his ancient homeland, is the White Temple still the White Temple?
The culture of the home planet often becomes part of the Chapter's culture over a long period of time, and the White Templars are no exception. However, Randall tells everyone that the real core culture of the White Templars is always "Legion". Each generation of Chapter Leaders They will share the core secrets of the legion with the command. They always remember that they are a part of the erased legion and have adhered to this responsibility for tens of thousands of years.
This persistence is the core culture of White Temple.
However, there were some things that Randall did not tell anyone. In fact, before Soshyan appeared, he had actually despaired of holding on to the legion.
The Chapter had been trapped on the home planet in obscurity for so many years. The warriors had been plagued by the deteriorated gray marrow all their lives and died without even a single battle. He did not intend to continue this situation.
In fact, stopping gray marrow transplantation was part of his plan. If there was no Soshyan, Randall would have ordered the destruction of all information and documents about the Eleventh Legion before his death, and would not reveal the past of the Legion to the next leader. Secret, allowing the White Templars to return to a normal warband.
And he himself will sleep in the grave forever with the secret of the Legion.
But everything changed because of Soshyan's appearance. The Legion returned in a real sense. The White Templar's ten thousand years of watching finally came to fruition. So starting with a new starting point might not be a bad thing, because they are no longer Not the watchers, but the participants.
However, the dull pain in his spine also told Randall that his time was running out. Although Soshyan kept asking the pharmacists to work hard, the deteriorated gray marrow could no longer be changed. Randall, as the last batch of transplants, and Most of his brothers who transplanted gray marrow are dead, leaving only a small number of Terminator veterans in the company.
All he can do is to assist Soshyan in completing the work of reviving the Legion as long as possible during his lifetime. As for whether the White Temple will be merged into the Legion or continue to remain, he will leave it to Soshyan to decide.
After all, he was already half-stepped into the grave. Fortunately, even if he returned to the throne and saw the former Chapter Master and his brothers, he could say without guilt that he had completed his duties.
Just thinking of Soshyan, Randall couldn't help but sigh slightly.
When Ustad told him that Soshyan was going to Comoros with two people, he was really almost angry to death. How could a person who looked so calm suddenly become so impulsive and reckless?
Randall also regretted that he was not there at the time, otherwise he would have stopped Soshyan's move at all costs.
But things have already happened. Fortunately, the Astropath sent a message not long ago that Soshyan has returned to the battle group safely. Randall planned that he must have a good chat with him.
He can't be so impulsive in the future. This is not only a matter of him, but also of the entire legion.
Randall was also a little confused as to why Queen Elena didn't dissuade Soshyan, but he didn't ask the lady directly.
After thinking for a long time, he turned around and came to the star map to look at it for a while.
Now that they have crossed the Iron Stars, they will be not far from the Nessen system after another subspace jump. Randall plans to let a small number of escort warships take the colonial fleet to the Bracato system, while he goes straight to Nessin IV. No, let’s meet Soshyan first.
Because civilian ships are not as strong and reliable as warships, for safety reasons, Randall did not let the fleet sail in the subspace all the time. Instead, he sailed for a period, then jumped for a period, and sailed for a period again, so that he would have time to cover the colonial fleet. The Le force field is inspected and repaired to ensure that it is trouble-free the next time it enters the subspace.
After all, many ships were lost in subspace because the Geller force field suddenly failed.
"Inform all ships that they will conduct a subspace jump in another 30 minutes of sailing, so that they can prepare."
"Yes, Chapter Commander."
At this time, the communications director sitting in the upper information structure shouted, interrupting Randall's thoughts.
"Chapter Commander, we just received an emergency communication from the Black Hornet."
Randall frowned slightly. He remembered that the Black Bee was a transport ship with nearly 200,000 immigrants on board, so it was very crowded and there were many incidents during the journey.
"Play it."
He then ordered, and the bridge suddenly fell silent.
Soon, there was a burst of static from the brass speakers on the bridge, followed by a sound that rose and then dropped from an eerie scream to a low purr. The communications officer bent to reach a frequency component and adjust a pair of sliders. The sound was finally adjusted and cleaned.
"...Repeat, this is the Black Hornet, we have an emergency."
"captain."
Randall made a steady voice.
"I'm Randall. I've received your message. How's the situation?"
"Thank you God Emperor."
The voice of the captain of the Black Hornet came back.
"We have a situation here, Chapter Master. The immigrants once again broke out in riots because of food and medical problems. The protesters thought that we were going to take them to a terrible place to become slaves. They were very angry. I have ordered the guards to blockade the ship. bridge."
"Where are the engines and power bays?"
"I have also assigned manpower, but if the commotion cannot be quelled—"
"Understood, please wait a moment. I will land on your ship in ten minutes and explain to the people in person. Before that, please do not cause unnecessary bloodshed."
"Received, I have ordered the guards not to fire unless their lives are in danger."
"very good."
After saying that, Randall ordered the communication to be interrupted, and then picked up the helmet on the side.
At this time, the captain of the Honor Guard wearing a Terminator came over.
"Chapter Commander, do you need us to go together?"
"No, I am going to appease the people. The situation has not deteriorated to the point where suppression is needed. Your presence will only make them nervous. I will just take ten people with me."
In fact, this kind of civil unrest occurred all the time along the way. After all, for people who don’t like dark cabins, living in a crowded deck for a long time can easily lead to tension and irritability. If the captain is not more considerate, Or do not pay attention to their demands, which can easily lead to riots or even riots.
