Those Who Give Their All

The second week after the Master of the Administratum made his promise.

Seven hundred Navigators were transported into the fleet aboard transport ships.

Before the Navigators arrived, Perturabo had already completed a series of inventions. He was merely waiting for the wetware to arrive.

The transport ships entered Olympia's orbit, then transport squadrons carried them to the planet's south pole. There was a cluster of spires at Olympia's southern pole, which would be used to house the Navigators.

The Navigators were escorted into a spire by the small number of Iron Warriors stationed on the planet as soon as they disembarked from the Transports.

These Navigators had already undergone "preprocessing." Their expressions were vacant, Anti-Psyker Collars encircled their necks, and external neural devices clung to their spines—devices once used by the evil biotechnology warlords during Terra's age of warlord conflict. They could completely control a person's movements and regulate hormonal secretion to manipulate their mental state.

Even with such thorough control measures in place, Silent Sisters had still been assigned to watch over the Navigators.

Malcador might not have been particularly particular in his methods, but he was always thorough.

Moments later, a portal opened near Olympia's south pole. Qin Xa, Perturabo, and Malcador stepped out into the snow and gazed at the spire cluster amid the blizzard.

"Every spire you see will contain a psychic wetware unit. The spires will conduct psychic power, allowing the wetware inside to see farther."

"I tried to miniaturize these devices, but there wasn't enough time. The Navigators arrived too quickly."

Standing atop a boulder, Perturabo pointed at the distant spire cluster and introduced another of his masterpieces.

Qin Xa sensed the area and realized that the spire cluster itself could form a psychic network.

Perturabo's research into psychic power had gone far beyond