The Great Commander's Kindness, I Can Never Repay It in This Lifetime.
The Astartes is the Emperor's masterpiece; the Adeptus Custodes should have the guts to compete on cost-effectiveness.
With the reunion ceremony failing and Mordred having personally confirmed them as the sons of Corvus Corax, the Carcharodons's Chapter have essentially been thwarted.
Because of its obscurity, the Carcharodons mainly operates in the Ghoul Sector, a remote and desolate area on the frontier of the Empire, a dark and chaotic space where all sorts of monsters and demons gather, even more frenzied than the Maelstrom.
Poverty permeates not only the entire Carcharodons, but also the reality for most smaller Chapter.
Moreover, unlike those Chapter that are completely impoverished, such as the Malice Warriors that everyone hates and despises, the Carcharodons isn't that poor. The Chapter has a lot of good stuff, but the key is that they can't use that stuff. What they're really poor about is basic equipment.
Take Tyberius, for example, who was a figure even among the Chapter Master First Founding. He single-handedly wiped out the entire warship and slaughtered all the Tyran swarms that were entrenched inside.
With a single scratch, it ripped three large holes into the Tyrant's head.
If you ask why Tyberius's martial arts skills are so high, it's entirely out of necessity. He doesn't want to fight in close combat, and he also wants to pull the trigger and go all out, but the key is that the Carcharodons has to count the number of explosives it can fire.
The Power Armor by the Chapter members is even worse; it's patched upon patched, repaired year after year. Some of the Power Armor is even leaking air, making space naval warfare impossible. When Mordred saw it, she thought they were paying homage to the Thunder Warriors.
As Chapter Master, Tyberius was poor at governance and was no match for those Ambition Ultramarines were not only incredibly wealthy but also bossed them around.
But for the sake of the Chapter, Tyberius had no choice but to grit his teeth and fight on the edge of the Codex Astartes, surviving on Grey Tithe and stealing Gene-Seed.
This isn't just Carcharodons's Chapter does; it's become a kind of unspoken rule, even known to the Council of Terra, but they ultimately turn a blind eye as long as no one defectes.
So when Mordred prepared to rebuild Atlas, these struggling little Chapter flocked to Holy Terra like sharks smelling blood.
If Chapter is well-off, who would want to rely on a random patron? They're just trying to make a living.
However, the reality is cruel. Atlas's nature makes it impossible for them to be poor. They can make a fortune just by working for Rogue Trader. The poorer the Chapter, the less likely they are to have Atlas. They are all hiding in the early motherboard.
If that were all, these small Chapter would probably just go back to where they came from, since it would be a bit impolite to bring them to Holy Terra, and they might even be dismembered. But a military order brought a turning point.
The Ambition Guilliman somehow produced 500,000 Primaris Space Marine, and these new generation warriors came from all the Legions. After discussing with the other three Primarchs, he decided to reorganize the Legions.
The gist of it is that you guys shouldn't leave either. This new generation has just torn off their old clothes and is still very fresh. They need the veterans to lead them.
Tyberius understood that this was the so-called surrender, the benefit of their immediate advance to defend the king, and the best opportunity for their small Chapter. They were even given a choice.
The Greyshields was divided into four: the First Fleet followed the Dark Angels to sweep through the Sol Sector; the Second Fleet followed the Ultramarines to guard Holy Terra; the Third Fleet was under Atlas's command and deployed to Serenity; and the Fourth Fleet remained in reserve.
There seem to be four choices, but in reality, there is only one.
Needless to say, the Dark Angels were Split the Legions by Lion King himself. Even though the Dark Angels became Chapter, the mother warband treated the Captain Chapter Master of the Scion Chapter warbands like company commanders. Not to mention, Lion King couldn't tolerate any impurities, and none of these people were clean.
Ultramarines have it easy and are incredibly wealthy, but they have a bad reputation. The Astartes Codex was written by Guilliman, and the worse off they are, the more they resent this toilet paper.
As for the reserve force, forget about it. Even if these small Chapter are incompetent, they are still Space Marine, and they would rather die on the battlefield than cower in the rear.
Therefore, there was only one option: the Third Fleet under Atlas's command.
Tyberius was quite impressed with this Second Primarch, who possessed both good looks and martial prowess, and was even exceptionally protective of his own.
After all, those who can associate with Blood Ravens are no good. The Carcharodons, Red Scorpions, Malice Warriors, Minotaur, Mantis Warriors, Death Guard, World Eaters, Sons of Baal —any one of these Chapter is hated by everyone.
As for why the Sons of Baal ended up on this list, it's simply because nobody wanted them, and Mordred, defying all odds, insisted on putting them into her fleet.
Now, Tyberius was incredibly grateful for this choice. Mordred Highness Mordred had not disappointed them, showing them ample patience and care.
After a while, they even discovered that Atlas was far more wicked than they had been in the past, and Tyberius himself had witnessed those blasphemous things more than once.
These actions, if taken outside, would definitely attract the attention of the Inquisition, but for Atlas, they were commonplace. Even the presence of the Inquisitor wouldn't help; Atlas was truly capable of beheading Inquisitor in the street.
Not only that, Atlas was unwilling to even act anymore. The Abomination, a ship that could practically be considered alive, floated in the sky, Xenos were served on the dinner table, and even Daemon were captured and given a good beating. Those that didn't die were kept as pets, and those that died were burned as crystals.
This is the Primarch; even if it does nothing, its mere existence speaks volumes.
Despite their spoiled and arrogant nature, and their reckless behavior, Atlas felt incredibly close to Tyberius, offering them the strong support they had always desired but never had.
Looking at the thick and reliable Centurion Warsuit on his body, he realized that such a good thing was something he wouldn't have dared to dream of before, but now that Atlas had been rebuilt, it was something he could see and touch.
This is not an isolated case, but a widespread phenomenon. Those old, dilapidated, but reluctant-to-use Indomitus-pattern Terminator Armour have been rebuilt, and the ordinary Power Armor has been replaced with the latest Mark X models.
Explosive ammunition is plentiful, plasma weapons are issued directly, Chainsword are a given, and even rare items like Power Weapon can be obtained through military merit, or even customized.
You can have Power Axe or even a power club if you want. The guy next door, who works on the Death Guard, exchanged his points for a power club and now carries it around the streets every day to show off.
This is just the standard equipment. Atlas has everything, including nuclear Rocket Launcher, Melta flamethrowers, incendiary machine guns, and even automatic hounds he's never seen before, and he never hides them.
Individual soldier equipment is diverse, and heavy equipment is not bad either. The old Dawn's cast Ironclad Dreadnought upgrade has completely liberated those elders who were buried in stone coffins. They no longer have to endure nerve torment and can even play games online.
If Atlas hadn't restored the Dreadnought to be pilotable, someone might have severed their limbs and gone inside for a Dreadnought.
Although it was advertised as Dreadnought, it was more like a small knight. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that, after joining the Third Fleet, these small Chapter were not only not split up, but instead became even wealthier.
Tyberius didn't understand why they were getting richer and richer with each battle, but he knew who was giving them all that money.
In the words of the Great Commander, you will undergo the most rigorous training and enter the most brutal battlefields, but you will also have the most reliable equipment and ample logistical supplies.
The days of firing one bomb at a time are over. While precision strikes are good, Atlas believes in heavy firepower coverage.
From this day forward, Atlas will be your strongest support. Get rid of all the bad habits you've developed. I only have one requirement for you: victory!
The Death Guard has stopped its rampage, the World Eaters has stopped eating people, and even the Malice Warriors has remembered the glory they've somehow forgotten. As for the Carcharodons—
Tyberius knew he could never go back. Here, he could command the Knights, the Titan cluster, and even the warships were in his hands—things he had never dared to dream of before, but now they had come true.
Such kindness, such generosity, such trust—even knowing it's just a ploy to win people's hearts, what can we do? His Highness even celebrated a group birthday for us during a dinner party, giving us Small Cakes.
Tyberius had seen it all in his life, and he wouldn't even blink if asked to take on Greater Daemon one-on-one. But he had never seen anything like this before, and when he was dragged in front of everyone, he couldn't utter a single word.
Since they've gone to such lengths, what else can I do? I must repay the Primarch's kindness; I can never repay Lord Mordred's favor in this lifetime.
"Reporting to the Chapter Master, the Primarch has ordered all commanders of company rank and above to assemble for a meeting. He has also ordered you to assemble the Chapter first and send men to garrison Angstrom. A new major operation is about to begin."
Upon receiving the order, Tyberius instinctively raised his hand, revealing a sinister smile, and shouted, "Heh heh, I will certainly live up to the Great Commander's expectations!"