Sea Hare ultimately chose the same Commander mode as Alex to enter the 40k World.
However, due to his current level, his available forces were quite limited: only a squad of Catachan Jungle Fighters, a Lord Castellan of Cadia, and Sly Marbo.
After carefully weighing his score allocation, Sea Hare invested all his remaining points into a Rogal Dorn Battle Tank.
When Alex saw Sea Hare's unit list, his gaze lingered for a moment on that familiar name.
Sly Marbo—a character famous for his comedic antics in the Warhammer 40k, although he did possess special rules for tabletop play, his performance in actual combat wasn't particularly outstanding.
Alex couldn't help but wonder if Sea Hare was intentionally trying to be amusing.
(Marbo's classic pose)
(Current version of Marbo, can fire three shots and make five attacks in one round, overall not bad)
"You actually chose Marbo?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.
Marbo's strongest version was probably in GW's Sixth Edition rules, where Marbo could appear anywhere on the battlefield and then throw a Thermo-meltdown bomb.
In the battlefield environment at that time, this was indeed quite useful.
However, it wasn't Marbo who was strong, but the Thermo-meltdown bomb; Marbo was only effective because his elusive special attribute complemented this skill.
But in the current version of the rules, Marbo's attributes have been nerfed significantly, making him the type who can cut down a Space Marine, but it's very dependent on luck.
Overall, spending 65 points on Marbo is less advisable than considering 65 points on a squad of Catachan Jungle Fighters.
More importantly, in this real Warhammer World they were currently in, Marbo's combat effectiveness was probably only enough to barely duel a single Space Marine.
This strength wasn't weak, but it certainly couldn't be called exceptionally strong.
However, since Sea Hare insisted on this choice, Alex was too lazy to interfere much.
After all, the nature of the work he assigned Sea Hare was special, and he indeed needed a capable bodyguard by his side.
"Speaking of work," Alex brought up a holographic star map, pointing to a ice-blue planet on it, "Do you remember the medical planet established by Regent during the Plague Wars?"
Sea Hare nodded; he was very familiar with that period of history.
"I've also prepared similar facilities on Kherson," Alex's finger moved across the holographic projection, revealing a death world covered in ice and snow. "This planet has been thoroughly surveyed; its environment is stable, and there's no Warp contamination.
I had people build a basic ecological dome. While it can't compare to the medical planet created by Regent, it's enough to house our wounded."
As the projection switched, a hemispherical transparent dome appeared on the ice plain, with numerous buildings and some greenery vaguely visible inside.
Alex turned to Sea Hare, "We currently lack someone to manage things. Given your professional background, this task is perfect for you."
Upon hearing this, Sea Hare's expression immediately became quite something.
He had been a doctor in the 3k era, and he had hoped that by transmigrating to the 40k, he could finally shed his white coat and wield a Bolter to wreak havoc.
Who would have thought that after all this, he still couldn't escape his old profession of healing and saving lives?
Seeing Sea Hare's contorted expression, Alex, already prepared, threw out his trump card: "Think about it, how much more advanced is medical technology in the 40k era compared to the 3k era? Bringing anything back would be enough for a Nobel Prize."
He paused deliberately: "Don't you want to one day have something named after you? Like the Sea Hare Award?"
This temptation indeed hit Sea Hare's soft spot; he couldn't help but imagine a future where his name was printed in medical school textbooks.
"...Alright," Sea Hare finally sighed in compromise, "Is there anything else I need to pay special attention to?"
Although his tone was reluctant, he knew in his heart that the benevolent heart of a healer, saving lives and aiding the injured, was deeply ingrained in him—even in this insane and dark 41st Millennium, some things would never change.
"There aren't many things to worry about. Besides the basic matters of patient rehabilitation, which you should understand, there are two main things you need to be constantly vigilant about—xenos and heretics." When this topic came up, Alex's expression visibly grew serious, and his voice even dropped a few octaves.
He looked directly into Sea Hare's eyes, emphasizing each word: "Regarding xenos, the main concern is guarding against Genestealer. Although there's currently no definitive evidence of Genestealer activity in the Rostov Sub-Sector, these damned xenos are masters of infiltration and subterfuge.
By the time they show their true colors, they've often already formed a vast underground network, and what's more terrifying is that they will attract the attention of the Tyranids."
Alex's fist unconsciously clenched: "I don't want to have to deal with a tide of Tyranids while also fighting the Necrons! So you must make sure your genetic screening work is flawless; this is of paramount importance for the survival of the entire Star District."
"Understood, I will strictly enforce the genetic screening procedures for all incoming personnel to ensure no genetically contaminated individuals slip through," Sea Hare nodded solemnly.
The Imperium indeed has relevant detection technology in this regard. Although people often joke that the Imperium only checks the shape of your skull to determine your purity, in reality, that is merely a sign of whether you have been corrupted by Chaos.
Because when humans are corrupted by Chaos, their limbs uncontrollably mutate, and skull deformities or growing horns are the most easily identifiable physical mutations.
As for mutations in other parts of the body, they are not as unacceptable in the Imperium.
A rather dark humorous fact is that according to the Imperium's standards, as long as it's not a mutation like growing a third arm or a second head, Genestealer are not considered severely mutated according to the Imperium's standards; they can even join the Astra Militarum.
This is quite a hellish joke, and so there have been grim scenes of Genestealer Astra Militarum going to exterminate Genestealer heretics.
"As for heretics, I will send an Inquisitor from the Hammer Ordo to assist you; just trust her professional judgment." Alex felt that if Sea Hare still held onto the knowledge and compassion of the 3k era, he might easily get into trouble, so he decided to send one of his Inquisitors to him to ensure that irreversible accidents would not occur.
"An Inquisitor…" Sea Hare hesitated as expected, but then he nodded, indicating acceptance: "Alright, I won't interfere with the Inquisitor's actions."
"I know some things are indeed difficult to accept, but that's how 40k is; you'll get used to it slowly!" Alex also knew that Sea Hare might not adapt immediately, so he patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to force himself.
Sea Hare could only let out a long breath and say, "I'll adapt as soon as possible!"
"By the way, can your hospital perform Rejuvenation Surgery?" Alex suddenly blurted out a seemingly random question.
This made Sea Hare pause: "Huh?"
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