Perturabo: The Plasma Guns I Forge, Will Definitely
This will Shock Nimrod
Galaxy D-1504, located in the outer region of the Galaxy's center.
Inside the Terra tunnels, which were even larger than Hearth-Fortress's Hive City, Noni issued orders over the communications channel.
"The Auspex system has detected at least one squad; I am about to launch an attack on them."
"Third squad, it's your turn to lead the charge."
"Fifth squad, prepare to provide support."
"..."
"Listen up, squad leaders, time calibration. I need you to launch the attack precisely in fourteen minutes." His company-wide broadcast stopped.
Noni was a ruthless leader who preferred squad designations to the names his troops gave themselves.
In the past, he would refer to the Third Squad as Barnett...
More than one captain said he had changed; he was consciously Mimicry the Primarch.
Barnett's squad was on the front lines. The captain knew his company commander was testing him, but he was more concerned with proving himself to his new comrades.
This squad had suffered heavy losses earlier, with more than half of them killed in the battle against the Squats.
The high casualty rate put increasing pressure on the Iron Warriors, and his fellow warriors resented him for being an outsider who was living in place of the others.
Doubts circulate about whether he, who wasn't born in Barnett's Hive City, can lead the team to continue their journey.
As a veteran from another squad, he needed to earn everyone's trust after being promoted to captain.
"Forward!" the captain roared, issuing the order precisely on time, not a second too late.
He was strict with himself and made no mistakes whatsoever.
"Attack!" He fired first, Iron Warriors unleashed a dense barrage of bullets at the Squats.
The Squats raised their Eta - Kharn Plasma Gun to retaliate, rapidly heating the liquid hydrogen fuel into plasma, which was then contained within the gun by a powerful magnetic field.
When the Squats pulled the trigger, the magnetic field expanded and opened, ejecting plasma through a linear electromagnetic accelerator that resembled Sun flare in appearance and temperature.
The unique Eta - Kharn type hydraulic cooler sprays out a mixture of coolant, which rotates rapidly within the cooling circulation channel and immediately expels excess heat through the exhaust port, like smoke billowing out by Hearthkyn.
The Iron Warrior formed an assault formation, while other squads advanced, charging towards the passageway in threes and threes.
The assault team charged toward the passage guarded by the Squats. During the charge, one Warrior was struck by several blinding beams of light and staggered to the ground.
The other two Iron Warriors didn't stop; they swiftly rushed into the passage, swinging their Thunder Hammer and slamming them heavily onto the ground.
The Squats were thrown back by the shockwave, Barnett's squad quickly followed and occupied the passage.
"Deploy the tarantulas!" Barnett's squad leader shouted.
Three Iron Warriors quickly ran to the entrance of the passage and began deploying the twin laser Scorpion Turret.
The fire support team pursued the remaining Squats, and the Iron Warriors, wielding Plasma Gun, fired more than a dozen beams at the enemy.
A blazing beam of light shot onto the Squats's Void Suit, and dozens of streams of molten flame melted the Leijin Alloy.
As the Squats, along with his Void Suit, burned in the flames, orange warning runes lit up in his Eyepiece.
The Iron Warriors knew that his weapon had reached a critical temperature.
A plume of overheated Steam spewed from the ventilation ducts, landing on the Mark II Power Armor.
Although the Imperium's Plasma Gun has emergency cooling pipes and exhaust vents that periodically expel excess heat from the gun, heat still accumulates inside the gun body.
The Auxilia considers being selected Plasma Gun a dubious honor, because while the weapon is likely to survive overheating, the user is often less fortunate.
For Auxilia, overheated Plasma Gun are almost always fatal, and can even detonate in extreme environments.
The Astartes push the limits of their resilience by using hydrogen in a "higher quantum state" than the standard Imperium models, and their Power Armor provides them with protection, allowing them to use Plasma Gun with relative safety.
However, they still need to use plasma weapons carefully to avoid clogging the exhaust ports or causing the coils to break due to high temperatures.
The Iron Warriors changes weapons to prevent the orange warning rune from turning into a red danger rune.
He switched to Bolt Pistol and fired Plasma Gun to cool down.
The Iron Warriors raised his Bolt Pistol and fired. He saw the Squats on the other side still retaliating with Plasma Gun. The Skots had fired their weapons earlier and were still firing.
[The Squats Plasma Gun are more stable and safer than the Imperium '.]
The Iron Warriors recalled the longer prayer he offered before the battle, compared to those offered by other weapons.
He had to screw the hydrogen cylinder into place precisely because the unstable ammunition could easily spill or contaminate the plasma inlet.
Removing hydrogen cylinders after the war is even more dangerous. This task is usually not done by him alone. Tech Sergeant or Tech-Priest will perform a long binary prayer to ensure that no plasma leaks from broken seals or Error closed valves.
That would cost him several fingers, or even burn his hand.
[The father has disassembled the Squats Plasma Gun, hoping he can find the Mystery to its manufacturing.]
Plasma Gun pondered, the Lascannon's beam joined in the suppressive fire, helping the Iron Warriors gain a firepower advantage.
"Report, mission accomplished," the captain reported in the company channel, while the squad members further constructed defensive fortifications around the Scorpion Turret.
The captain watched their actions and knew that this was the biggest change for the Iron Warriors.
Through their previous battles, they had become accustomed to taking on the heavy responsibility of building defensive fortifications after completing their missions.
They will develop every conquered world into a hub for future colonies and a waypoint for the legion's supply fleet; this is the standard warfare procedure for the Iron Warriors lineage.
This is both their responsibility and their greatest reward in the brutal battle.
In one corner of Hearth-Fortress, the fortress's cannons and the sentry guns deployed by the Iron Warriors roared as they launched their attack on the Squats.
Every shell struck precisely into the Squats ranks, and the Squats fell in droves.
The perfectly coordinated fire control system came to a halt after the Squats lines were completely broken.
Perturabo's electronic "dreadlocks" detached from the Tactical Network; for him, the battle was over.
He has perfectly broken the enemy lines; now it's his turn to prove himself. They must perform exceptionally well and annihilate the remaining enemy within twenty minutes.
Perturabo walked to the workbench, where three Squats Plasma Gun and a gun he had made himself were placed.
His mind raced, calculating and comparing every manufacturing parameter of the firearm.
The Plasma Gun I personally built will be completed soon.
It will definitely be a work of art. Nimrod and Magnus would never have imagined that while I was commanding the battle, I was also dismantling and mastering the secret of how the Squats manufactured Plasma Gun.
I'm going to build two Plasma Gun and give them to them; they'll be Shock.
A smile appeared on Perturabo's face, and the surrounding Iron Warriors immediately felt the oppressive atmosphere ease.
Out of the corner of their eyes, they glanced curiously at the Primarch. Perturabo, sensing the gazes around him, immediately stopped smiling.
He walked to the lab table and his hands moved quickly.
Twenty-two minutes later, footsteps were heard.
Frix, the Warsmith, First Company Captain commander, with the Blade of the Spear of Trident, enters the room.
His gaze swept across every corner of the room. Unlike before, in addition to the three Warsmith who were specially favored by the Primarch, the members of the Primarch's Council of Advisors, and the Trident's banner, there were three new battle flags in the room.
The father told them that this was an award he was giving to the three companies outside of the Trident for their outstanding performance.
But what puzzled Frix was that the three new battle flags were not evenly distributed; two of them were on the left side of the Primarch, and there was an extra battle flag in the middle.
The way the fortress was suspended, and the non-architectural style it underwent after the Iron Warriors occupied it, reminded him of the Primarch's Primarch's Palace on Lord Nimrod's Shadow of the Throne of the Shadow of Order's genetic Primarch.
[Could it be that Father is Mimicry the architectural style of Lord Nimrod's palace in order to understand the art of asymmetry?]
Frix knew he wouldn't get the truth from his father, so he suppressed his curiosity and spoke up to report.
"Father, the Squats' counterattack has been crushed; my company has suffered forty-nine casualties."
Perturabo hung the hydrogen canister on the gun and looked up.
"My First Company Captain."
"You must defeat the enemy within twenty minutes, gather battle reports within one minute, and have one minute to walk from the outside into the fortress."
"Frix, you've just met the standard. I hope you can do even better next time."
Frix breathed a sigh of relief; meeting his father's standards was already a considerable achievement.
"As you wish, Father."