Chapter 338: Target of Operation

"Tracy, I must remind you that no matter how honorable and prominent your current position is, you are the chief navigator of an Astartes regiment, the helmsman of an Emperor-class battleship...but everything you have comes from your family!"

The man grabbed the woman's sleeve and said sternly:

"It was the family that nurtured you. It was the family's bloodline that gave you the unique psychic talent and taught you how to use it. Everything you have was given by the family, including your current status! It is your unshirkable responsibility to give birth to an heir for the Grey family!"

Tracy immediately retorted:

"Bullshit!"

"The Fiery Horse was a light cruiser with only two Space Marines. None of you thought highly of it, but you sent me, a rebellious thorn, to serve in order to give an explanation to the White Scars' Primarch. You just wanted to get rid of me. Don't you think I don't know?"

"You never thought that the Brotherhood of God Machine would become the Iron Pagoda Chapter, and you never thought that Jagatai Khan would give an Emperor-class battleship to Qingshan Khan!"

Fu Qinghai and Xia Long were standing not far away watching.

Fu Qinghai did not go forward and reveal his identity directly because he wanted to know what was going on.

In fact, at the beginning Fu Qinghai didn't realize that the navigator Tracy was a little troublemaker who despised authority.

He was just not very happy about the fact that the Psychic Academy arranged a young girl who had just graduated to be his astropath.

Fortunately, Tracy and Xia Long both proved their professional abilities later on, so he didn't care too much about it - what's wrong with capable people having a little personality? The chapter leader can tolerate a lot.

The two continued to argue, and their voices began to rise, attracting the attention of the people around them. The crew members all knew Tracy, the chief navigator of the Serenity. They put down their small businesses, gradually gathered around, and looked at the man with unfriendly expressions.

"What do you want to do?"

The man turned to look at the people around him and asked loudly.

He looked somewhat similar to Tracy Gray, with light brown skin and black hair, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and an exquisite headband on his forehead.

"Sir, I have to remind you that this is the battleship Suzheng, which belongs to the Iron Pagoda Regiment. If you have any opinions about our navigator, you can report them to Captain Eugene Eleanor or the regiment's aide-de-camp Lin Yu."

A middle-aged crew member said in a deep voice:

"Instead of causing trouble here."

"Making trouble? You said I was making trouble?"

The man laughed angrily.

As a member of an ancient and privileged family of Holy Terra, he believed that he always maintained elegance and decency, and it was difficult for him to accept the rude comments on his behavior from an ordinary navy crew member.

"You're just making trouble, Grover Gray!"

Tracy said bluntly:

"You are bringing shame upon the Grey family."

The man ignored the hostile crowd around him and turned to Tracy and said:

"Okay, my dear cousin, stop being stubborn and come back with me to the family. Or pick a suitable relative from the list I gave you and have artificial insemination or get married directly. It's up to you. We'll send him here."

"If you are worried about affecting your work, I have brought two navigators whose psychic power levels are no less than yours. They have more service experience than you. I believe those Astartes will certainly be happy to accept them."

"I don't!"

Tracy said stubbornly,

"My uterus is my own."

This sentence sounds so familiar... Fu Qinghai thought.

The "ME TOO" movement is rooting for you, Tracy.

At this moment, a group of armed sailors wearing belts and holding shotguns came over, pointing their guns at the man in fancy clothes, and said:

"Sir... no need to explain. We know you are a representative sent by the Navigator Ambassador, but you have violated the safety regulations of the Rectification. Please come with us."

Navigator Ambassadors...

Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows slightly.

Those are the members of the High Lords Council.

The voice and plenipotentiary representative of all Navigator Houses on Terra, and one of the nine permanent seats on the High Lords' Council.

Tracy Gray also alarmed the Navigator Ambassador?

"You dare to arrest me?"

The man said in disbelief, and as he spoke he pulled off the jeweled headband on his forehead, revealing a pair of dark vertical pupils, staring straight at the armed sailors in front of him.

"Ahhhh!"

All the armed sailors seemed to have seen some unimaginable horror. Their eyes widened, they screamed, and cold sweat broke out all over their bodies. They couldn't even hold their guns steadily.

Xia Long couldn't bear it anymore and stood up.

"Who allowed you to use psychic powers on mortals!"

A dazzling white light suddenly burst out from Xia Long's eye sockets covered with white cloth, piercing through the gaps in the lace strips and hitting the man's single eye, causing him to scream, and hurriedly cover his forehead before taking two steps back and sitting on the ground.

The crowd automatically made way for her, and the Star Language Supervisor walked up to the man with her staff in hand. Her face was cold and she said nothing, followed by her followers.

The crew members did not recognize Fu Qinghai, after all, only his eyes were exposed, but Tracy was very familiar with the captain's appearance and recognized him as soon as she saw his eyes.

"Can..."

The navigator opened his mouth to shout, but Fu Qinghai raised his finger as a gesture for silence, looked at the woman deeply, ignored the mess, and turned away.

…

Grover Gray, under the custody of a team of armed sailors, came to the outside of the captain's room. As he walked, he wiped his forehead with a delicate white handkerchief. His third eye was bleeding continuously - all thanks to Xia Long.

As he arrived at the door, he happened to meet Eugene Eleanor walking out. The mortal captain glared at Grover fiercely, said nothing, and left.

Under the gaze of two tall space marines, Grover Gray adjusted his clothes, straightened his hem, smoothed out wrinkles, and walked into the captain's room with his chest held high.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Gray."

A calm voice sounded.

The man looked up and saw that the Iron Pagoda's Chapter Master was just as rumored, young, handsome, and imposing... Grover bowed slightly and said:

"Greetings to you, Qingshan Khan."

Then he sat on the sofa.

"I didn't know that the representative of the Navigator Ambassador had arrived at my warship. I apologize for not welcoming you in person."

Fu Qinghai said indifferently.

"The Chapter Master is busy with official duties, so please do not bother. I am here only to handle some private internal affairs of our family. I will ensure that it will not affect the normal operation of the Chapter Fleet."

Grover said calmly.

He knew that he had gotten into trouble on the battleship today, and guessed that the Astartes Chapter Captain might be furious, roaring loudly, pointing at his nose and cursing... Grover had already prepared himself mentally for this, but nothing he imagined happened, and Qingshan Khan looked very calm.

"Tracy Gray is an excellent navigator. She can operate the Rectification with ease. I don't want to lose this navigator, nor do I want to force her to do something she doesn't like. Do you understand what I mean, Mr. Gray?"

Fu Qinghai spoke straight to the point.

"Khan, I need to remind you that I came here with special authorization from the Navigator Ambassador. This is a request and order from Holy Terra and the High Lord. And all the navigators under your command are one of us."

Grover said, choosing his words carefully.

"Oh? So, if I don't agree to your request, the Navigator family will break their oath to the Emperor and refuse to send pilots to the Astartes fleet?"

Fu Qinghai asked calmly.

Although it was indeed a threat, Grover didn't dare to let it go. He said quickly:

"No, no, of course not. We will not affect the normal operation of the Chapter Fleet. In fact, we have already provided Tracy Gray's replacement. They are also experienced navigators. I have already introduced them to Commander Eugene. You may also consider it, respected Chapter Master."

There's no point in considering this. The Iron Pagoda Regiment has so many little secrets, and they involve key positions like astropaths and navigators. How can we just randomly place some untrustworthy people in there?

Looking at the navigator from Terra in front of me.

Fu Qinghai suddenly realized a problem.

Is the Iron Pagoda Regiment a little too low-key?

Chapters are different. Some Astartes are indeed at the mercy of Terra's bureaucrats, but if Azrael of the Dark Angels or Dante of the Blood Angels were here, would this authorized representative of the shitty Navigator Ambassador dare to speak like that? Azrael and

Dante are not figures of this era, but they are both top Astartes Chapter Masters, and no High Lord can ignore their existence.

Grover didn't know that Fu Qinghai's thoughts had drifted away. Seeing him lost in thought, he thought the chapter leader was thinking about the feasibility of his proposal. Little did he know that Fu Qinghai was already considering finding someone to attack in order to declare the existence of the chapter.

"Well, this representative, His Excellency."

Fu Qinghai coughed lightly and said,

"To some extent, I can understand the particularity and necessity of the continuation and development of the Navigator family. No one is willing to give up their wealth and glory. I sincerely ask you here, can you make an exception for my regiment? Can you make Tracy Gray an exception?"

Grover Gray shook his head slowly:

"I'm afraid not..."

"Okay, I got it."

Fu Qinghai didn't wait for him to finish his words, and waved his hand and said,

"Go down and rest for a while, Mr. Gray. I will consider your proposal carefully and notify you when there is news."

"Okay, Qingshan Khan."

Grover Gray said goodbye and left.

…

The Resolute, upper deck.

Inside the navigator's personal cabin.

In this compact but luxuriously decorated cabin, Tracy sat alone on the edge of the big bed, her mind in a mess. She twisted the hem of her skirt with both hands and began to have all kinds of random thoughts.

Strictly speaking, even in the most pedantic sense, she was no longer human.

The genes encoded in the Navigator's bloodline placed her in an awkward evolutionary niche, close to a subspecies of Homo sapiens, and her childhood was filled with classes where instructors hammered this fact home in her with stern lectures and complex biological diagrams.

Few qualified Navigators can be easily trained, and children are extremely valuable commodities in the hands of Navigator families - coins used to buy the future.

She knew that if her life went as planned, after serving for a century or two, she would be recalled to Terra to marry another young master from the same Navigator family. It would not necessarily be a close relative marriage, but the Navigator families had been intermarrying for generations, and they were all related in some way. Then she would hope to give birth to offspring for the benefit of her father's empire of power - poor offspring with a high probability of suffering from deformities and diseases.

Tracy's expression kept changing.

When did Khan return?

Why was he disguised and staying with Xia Long?

What would he think when he saw my stupid cousin making trouble on the battleship? What did his last look mean? Would he think I was troublesome? A hot potato, a troublemaker who always stirs up trouble?

"Tap, tap, tap."

There was a knock on the hatch.

"Come in."

Tracy quickly stood up and adjusted the hem of her skirt.

The hatch slid open, and the person who came in was not Qingshan Khan as imagined, but the star language director Xia Long Frospin.

"Xia Long!"

Tracy quickly pulled the girl over:

"Tell me quickly, what should I do?"

Although one was a poor student and the other was a noblewoman, after working together for several years, the two women had developed a good friendship and often got together to share gossip on the ship.

The two sat on the bed and whispered.

Xia Long said Khan was not a cold-blooded person, and it was not Tracy's fault, but her arrogant and self-righteous distant cousin...

Xia Long comforted Tracy, but the woman was still uneasy. She suddenly looked at Xia Long. The three eyes made the blind girl feel uneasy. She asked softly:

"Xia Long, do you still remember the little secret you shared with me a few years ago? The secret about Khan."

Xia Long looked confused:

"What secret?"

Tracy said softly:

"You said that there was a beautiful female psychic in the Khan's captain's room, and she had been living there all the time. Not only that, you also saw a woman's underwear."

"Yes... yes, so what."

Xia Long said with some stammering.

I don't know why Tracy brought up the past.

Tracy stared at the floor and said nothing.

"I think compared to other Space Marines... Khan is indeed a little different."

...

Fu Qinghai is in the armory at this moment, patiently wiping and maintaining his power armor, jet motorcycle and various weapons and equipment.

Every time this time.

He remembered a funny story:

A Chaos Space Marine of the Iron Warriors, who seemed to be a war blacksmith and a senior officer, fell in love with a captured female Imperial Guard soldier. Perhaps he felt that the female soldier was rather fierce and had some backbone or something, so he took her as his personal slave, who usually cleaned his personal cabin, wiped and maintained his power armor, and so on.

Then the female soldier discovered that there was a demon living in the war blacksmith's armor. The demon tempted her and said: I can't stand this indecisive fool anymore. Put on this power armor and I will take you to kill happily.

Afterwards, the female soldier really put on this power armor that was corrupted and distorted by the devil, and killed the war blacksmith.

After reading this story, Fu Qinghai maintained his weapons and equipment himself and never let others do it.

Fu Qinghai carefully wiped the power knife given to him by the original gene, locked the box, stood up, and wondered why Lin Yu and the others had not come back yet?

Could it be that he died in the last reincarnation?

At this moment, a Space Marine came to report:

"Khan, the Aide-de-camp, the Chief Pharmacist, the Master of Hermitage, and the First Captain have returned with their respective companies."

Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm glad you're not dead.

"Notify them to gather for a meeting."

"Yes, Khan!"

...

(End of this chapter)