The third deck of the passenger ship belongs to the civilian cabin with the lowest fee. It is almost the same as the bottom nest slums. Long voyages often take weeks or even months. People can only squeeze into the small cabin and endure no more than one month. With a folding bed measuring five meters, some affluent passengers will choose to bring their own tents and sleeping bags.
Since there will be no food provided in the civilian cabin, passengers can either go to the restaurant to eat expensive fast food, or they can make it on their own. Some people even set up private kitchens to make cheap food for sale using the ingredients they carry.
In a sense, this is a small city, only more dirty and chaotic, but basic security is still there. Crew guards armed with electric shock batons will often patrol here and beat up some unlucky people who don't like it.
Scyna sat cross-legged on a bed in a small independent cabin. She was covered in a light brown robe, covering her almost from head to toe, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
A small censer sat to her left, against the cold wall, hardly comparable to the comfort of her meditation room on the Inquisition cruiser, or even the austere room aboard Serenity II. , but she was too tired and longed for a short rest and occasional comfort.
Simply sitting down, closing your eyes, and not looking back is enough.
As the minutes passed and she regained a little energy, she found her mind wandering, rising on the wings of thought, and a strange pressure of foreboding came over her - like a ball slowly forming Water filled the space in her head.
Her senses let her know, in a hazy way, that a prophetic trance was coming if she chose to let it.
At first, she refused, choosing to spend some time to stabilize her mentality and regain her strength. After all, there is a mixed bag of fish and dragons here. Although it is a good place to hide, there will also be various accidents.
Her master and her colleagues are dead, and now she can only rely on herself. Before she uses that kind of psychic power, she is just a twenty-year-old girl who is a little more fragile than normal people.
But the tide that enveloped her thoughts was not so easily quelled, and another thought told her that only by accepting the visions afforded by the trance could she hope to foresee what lay before her.
She wasn't sure if this was what she was thinking, but she finally gave in to the pressure, sighed softly, closed her eyes, and cleared her thoughts.
Crazy visions of the future flooded into her skull like dark clouds hanging over the canopy of trees.
first of all……
It's the same as before, always the same.
The cold hit her, and although she wasn't sure if she was actually part of the vision or just watching the events from somewhere "far away", she still felt naked: ice formed on her skin, Steam came out of her mouth with every breath.
To any physical being, the Warp is an abyss.
The next moment, her soul stood on a huge gray stone pillar, surrounded by nothing, and any obscene breeze that caught her would send her tumbling down the steep side.
At this point she was like a lamb on the altar.
She cried, was scared, and was sickened, even though she had seen all of this before.
This was the fourth time she had witnessed this sight.
Then, there seemed to be something in the clouds in front of her, an invisible presence that broke through the fog of confused thinking, moving like a shadow under the water, getting closer.
Just like before, she knew what it was.
She was forced to leave the stone pillar and was lifted high by a beast in black armor with the symbol of a double-winged sword on his body - this terrifying scene created in front of her would almost certainly happen to her.
But there's more to come.
She tried to see the monster holding her, but it was blurry...
Suddenly, it was gone, and so was her consciousness, and Scyna's soul fell into darkness, hatred and anger boiling around her.
She believed she had seen it all and experienced it all, and that the symbol represented an identity.
Dark Angel…
The Dark Angels are traitors, they have fallen, they secretly betrayed the Imperium and the Emperor.
Scyna trusted her senses, even though she knew that Warp visions were essentially half-truths and guesswork.
"Well--"
The girl woke up gasping for breath, with thick bile accumulating in her mouth. She lay on the bedside, vomiting and choking, holding her stomach, and it took a while to recover.
it's too cold……
Suddenly, she heard the announcement that the ship was about to arrive at the port.
The girl struggled to the bedside, turned on the kettle, and poured herself a cup of hot water. After waiting for her body functions to gradually recover, she opened the pillow, picked up the belt and leg rings, and tied them around her waist and left thigh. Then he tied a laser pistol to his waist, hung a micro needle pistol on his leg ring, then a dagger, and finally simply packed away the small baggage.
When she walked out of the cabin, people outside had already started queuing up to take the elevator. The scene was very chaotic, with shouts and curses everywhere, and people running in the middle, which often means that a thief has succeeded.
The journey went smoothly. As a follower of the Inquisitor, she had a perfect identity disguise that was completely impossible to be discovered. Soon she left the passenger ship and came to the airport, and boarded a transport plane heading to the ground.
She must first return to her master's secret residence, find a way to contact other colleagues who are still alive, and hand over the evidence she possesses to a person who is trustworthy and has the power to avenge those dead.
Scyna knew what kind of force she was charging against, a group of powerful Space Marines, a founding group.
But she must avenge her master.
Not long after the girl boarded the transport plane, another group of people entered the airport from the secret VIP channel.
"The boss said, catch the people and give each person two tons of palladium. If you find something, add another ton for each person. This money is enough to go to a remote world and live comfortably as a noble for a lifetime."
At the head was a slender figure, taller and slender than most men, wearing a mask that seemed to have been shaped by a whimsical sculptor, with a fixed, haughty expression fixed on the mask. An electric blue cloak covered his body from the neck down, beneath which a sheen of pearly gray could be seen.
Behind him, there are six other figures, they are male or female, some are tall, some are short, but without exception they are killers and bounty hunters who are very famous in the Maelstrom area but almost no one has seen their true faces.
Not long ago, a mysterious financial owner issued a dangerous mission. The Death Cult assassin named Gray Ghost accepted the mission and summoned some of his past partners, but Gray Ghost himself said that he I don’t know who the real boss is, his upline is just a middleman.
But these are not important. What is important is that this is a mission with extremely rich rewards. Even if it is to assassinate a planetary governor, no one may be able to offer such a price.
What they have to face is just the "little trouble" of the Tribunal and their "comrades" who seem to have also accepted the mission.
They had already fought against the followers of the Tribunal before in the Grief Galaxy, as well as those colleagues who had accepted the same mission. The mysterious financial owner hired many killers, but there was only one bounty.
There is only one goal.
The two-chapter plot is not a branch plot, but a closing plot.
(End of chapter)
