A Special Doctor

Terra Space Station was a newborn structure. Compared with Terra, it was far too young. But its size was not. A gigantic silver ring of metal wrapped Terra tightly within it, as if it were her orbit.

No matter how many times Bonavia looked at it, she still found herself losing focus.

"We are about to dock with the space station. Please prepare yourselves. Shaking is expected. Please activate your magnetic boots or secure yourselves to your seats."

The ship's main control computer reminded the two of them in a gentle synthetic voice, and Bonavia immediately pressed a green button on her seat belt, securing herself to the seat.

Frank, meanwhile, paid no attention whatsoever to the main control computer's reminder. He was leisurely playing with a combat dagger in his hand. Aside from weapons and equipment, he had no other hobbies at all.

It was a reward he had received after a certain mission, the latest fruit of technology, with three selectable modes. The first was normal mode, which was nothing worth explaining. Other than being extremely sharp and sturdy, there was nothing else to it.

The second mode was a high-frequency vibrating blade, used to deal with armored enemies. The third was high-temperature mode, capable of dealing a devastating blow to enemies who prided themselves on their powerful flesh. Through its built-in pattern array, in high-temperature mode this combat dagger could even melt plasteel directly, let alone flesh.

As long as it was inserted into the body, the terrifying heat and the energy delivered by the pattern array would melt flesh in an instant. Guilliman had once commented that the thing's high-temperature mode was like a dagger version of a Melta Gun, and Frank thought that was very apt.

Three minutes later, with a bout of turbulence that