Chapter 40 Boring, Useless, Incompetent!
In the Solar Star Region, on the large helipad of the Psychic Academy deep in the Imperial Palace District, after three years, there is still a huge team waiting for the messenger from the horizon.
After receiving the message from Titan, these officials appeared on time from the corridors of the various office buildings of the Psychic Academy, silently and smoothly gathered into a long line like streams merging into a river, and tacitly did not need any communication.
People are still the same people as three years ago. Based on the average age of the population in this universe and the rich materials of Terra, these short three years are not enough to cover their slow personnel promotion changes in the life span of civil servants, who are generally higher than the residents of the hive city.
And what they are waiting for is still the mysterious Astartes representative from the Inquisition.
People stood in the long waiting line in silence according to the job sequence, keeping a standard step and a half distance from each other.
There was just enough space for the crowd to step back and salute the upcoming big shot. It was neither crowded nor empty. Everything seemed so familiar and orderly.
Such a tacit and mature rule was due to the deep foundation brought by the behavioral inertia of the Psychic Academy, an old institution in the empire that has been running for ten thousand years;
It also came from the functions of this huge institution with millions of redundant staff. Being responsible for welcoming and seeing off people is a heavy responsibility in itself. It's nothing but practice.
The team welcoming Calvin and his party was very high-level. In addition to the majority of low-level civil servants in black robes, the number of red-robed officials temporarily transferred from various places was twice as many as usual.
Four high-level civil servants in red robes stood at the front of the team, which also reflected the huge influence of the Tribunal.
The low-level staff in the back row did not have the courage to chat. They stood quietly while waiting, and their hoods drooped to cover their expressions.
For these low-level staff who have been engaged in reception work since adulthood, the work itself is not technically difficult.
But considering the number of high-level unit businesses involved in the Psionic Academy, if you want to live longer, then listening less, talking less, and asking less will naturally become the way of survival passed down by the old people.
As the agreed time is approaching, the Thunderhawk assault boat, the iconic vehicle representing the Astartes, also appears in the distant edge of the blue sky.
The Thunderhawk is very fast. Under the skillful and almost showy operation of the driver, this powerful mechanical creation dedicated to orbital strikes and airborne missions in the atmosphere, like a meteor, swoops down from outside the atmosphere, and then, after reaching the predetermined height, it draws an extremely narrow arc and drives straight to the apron of the Psionic Academy.
As the iconic whistling sound of the Thunderhawk assault boat engine approaches from afar at high speed, the waiting crowd begins to subconsciously check their appearance, so as not to offend the majesty of some big figures who may exist in these meaningless details.
With the people's fragmented movements, the whole team also comes alive like a snake awakened from hibernation. The Thunderhawk in the sky did not wait patiently for their little thoughts hidden in their small movements. It simply and roughly rushed to the top of the apron and then landed. The biting cold wind that came from the sky destroyed all the efforts made by these people for their appearance.
The air valve of the landing hatch made a loud jet sound, and the entire heavy armored door panel was released and chased the gravity and smashed on the land of the apron. With it, a huge team that was beyond the expectations of the Psychic Academy came.
The twelve Grey Knights led by Calvin, all wearing pure gray holy shield-shaped power armor without any paint or logo, walked out of the hatch of the assault boat in a line with heavy steps.
Although there was no Terminator armor for decoration, and no other heavy weapons were carried, when such a group of giants with a minimum height of more than 2.5 meters in armor walked towards you in a neat pace, most people could only do it. The quietness brought by the desire for survival that their ancestors taught them from their genes, absolute quietness.
The waiting crowd, led by the leading official, was shocked by the unexpected scene and the welcoming words that were originally prepared were stuck in their mouths, not knowing how to continue.
The huge body also had huge steps. Calvin stopped after walking a few steps to the airport reception team, and the warriors behind him did not need any prompts. They stopped their movements the moment Calvin stood still.
Under the sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon on Terra, the sculpture-like postures of these tall angels and the resonance brought by the previous 12 neat and heavy footsteps made the officials open and close their mouths, but they could not utter a meaningful word.
When the color of the leading official's face was almost as bright red as his robe, Calvin took off the heavy crusader helmet on his head and looked down at the mortal in front of him.
There was not much expression on his face, only a hint of gloom in his eyes proved that this demigod was not in a good mood.
As the regiment began to prepare for the transformation, due to the shortage of personnel, even the Silver Blades of the recruit company were transferred out under the leadership of Grand Master Aidan to support the First and Seventh Companies fighting outside.
As the future master of this regiment, Calvin could not participate in any missions that might pose a threat due to his own special reasons.
After being rejected for his repeated requests to fight, he was even ordered by the Supreme Grand Master Walden, who was about to go to the battlefield, to stay on Titan before leaving. This was a frustrating thing for him.
However, there was a reason for it. He understood why the mentors were so cautious about his safety. This was not only related to his own fate, but also the future of the entire war group.
So, in the new year, when the black ship returned with a full load of psychics collected from all over the empire, because all the members of the Silver Blade were absent, this completely non-dangerous "sanitary ball" level foreign affairs task fell into Calvin's hands.
But the reason for his anger was not this, but because even for this kind of mission, the mentors asked him not to go alone.
Behind him, there were two "sin washers" pretending to be champion swordsmen, and a whole team of terminators that could not be hidden in the Thunder Eagle, which was his safety guarantee for this trip.
He couldn't refuse yet. Looking at the Grand Master Watts who was tired because of the huge workload brought by the internal reform of the war group, he could only hold back his complaints.
"How can I feel useless after living for so long?" This is what Calvin said helplessly.
Turning around, Calvin, who arrived at Terra, witnessed the surprise of the Psychic Academy at his guards who far exceeded the specifications, so he was not surprised.
He did not vent his anger on irrelevant people, nor did he hold these mortals accountable for their impoliteness.
Calvin just said to the young mortal with a red face in front of him in his low and resonant voice: "Lead the way, our time should not be wasted here."
The official, who was finally saved from the awkward posture by Calvin's words, took a long breath, and then turned around and signaled to his subordinates behind him. The whole team spread out neatly to both sides, and then he turned to face Calvin and the warriors behind him, and led the whole team to skillfully salute the Astartes with the Sky Eagle Salute, and then said to Calvin:
"Please follow me, all the angels who have come from afar."