StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Morgan, Roderick, Dupal and others immediately followed Major Carter and left the No. [-] mine. They had almost no luggage, and the entourage was also servants and mercenaries.

The workers in the mining field are still working as usual, even if the sky falls, they still won't get paid if they don't work.Even if they know that these delicate young masters and young ladies are leaving in a hurry, they will only look at them coldly and say some sarcastic remarks, but that's all.

Although Tarsonis has fallen, and the founding family is dying.The entire planet still belongs to the Karabas family's industry, including mountains, rivers, plants and trees.

Everyone here is an employee of Morgan's father, Arturo Calabasas. The meaning of everyone's existence is to work hard and accumulate gold and jade for the wealth of the Calabasas family. Only one ten-millionth is allocated, and it is enough for ordinary workers to be rich for a lifetime.

However, even if the leaders of these founding families wear suits starting at [-] credits and travel in luxury cars and luxury yachts, half of the money will not be distributed to the poor who are about to starve to death.Their wealth is built on generation after generation of capital accumulation and layer upon layer of exploitation, and slave owners are determined not to allow slaves to sit on an equal footing with them.

Since the outbreak of the war, the working hours have increased day by day, but the salary has not increased in five years. The workers of the Calabasas family are not sympathetic to the young masters and ladies who are displaced.

The colonial and mining worlds in the pioneering period had a relatively closed and single economic system, which was far less than the prosperous core world, but it was also affected by economic fluctuations and soaring prices.None of the workers here are permanent residents of the planet, and their wages are sent to their wives and children to support the elderly.

Eight years have passed since the guild war, but the flames of war have never subsided.The war made the founding families of Tarsonis a lot of money, and they became more and more greedy and corrupt in the constant wealth accumulation and power struggle.

In Tarsonis, the power center of the Tyrann Federation, politics is money, and money is politics.The relationship between the founding family and the federal government is intricate and difficult to distinguish from each other.

The oligarchy under the name of the founding family needs the federal government to designate preferential trade and tax policies, while politicians must rely on the power and funds behind these families to continue to gain a foothold in the dirty, dirty, corrupt and dangerous federal politics. And even go one step further.

The gradual widening of the gap between the rich and the poor and the entrenched class solidification have further aroused the dissatisfaction of the people on various planets, and rebellions have followed one after another.The hereditary ancient family has long lost the noble quality of the ancestors leading the Tyrannic humans to overcome obstacles, and the means of suppressing opponents are becoming more and more cruel.

Nowadays, the life of the people at the bottom is becoming more and more difficult, and the tolerance for the decline in living standards has reached its limit. Most importantly, people living under the federal rule have no hope for the future at all.

However, in those enterprises that originally belonged to the founding family but are now state-owned by the Tyrannian Empire, the improvement in workers' wages and quality of life is immediate.

At this time, Morgan, who had just walked out of the No. 3 mining site and came to the surface canyon, just wanted to escape from this right and wrong place as soon as possible. Even the workers who worked here for his family made Morgan fearful.

Morgan has never cared about the lives of these people, and has no interest in them. He has compassion for those struggling to survive, but he has never thought of changing the system that allows the founding family to rule everything.

Children born on the Sky Tower can see Tarsonis under the clouds and mist with their eyes, while children in the slums can only live in artificial light sources and sewage, and it is difficult to see the sun all their lives.

The tripartite fleets of Tyrannian Empire, Zerg and Protoss are fighting in Shi's outer space orbit. Not surprisingly, Shi is about to be destroyed in the melee.However, the coming Federation fleet did not lend a helping hand to the workers on the planet.

In the past, the federal fleet would definitely send troops to protect the property of the Calabasas family, because the private property of the creation family was inviolable.

As soon as he came to the ground, Morgan smelled burning ozone.This is a dry basin in the middle of the canyon, and the ground is covered with deep pits, shafts, shafts, cranes, slopes and horizontal pits.A giant laser drilling silo stands in the center like a huge sword, and whenever it is turned on, the whole earth will tremble violently in the dazzling red light.

A thousand yards away are three APOD-33 transport ships of the Federation Navy. The Federation logo on them is undisguised, and the air is filled with blue crystal dust.

The workers on the ground had already been evacuated, otherwise they would have seen the emaciated young lady fleeing in panic with dozens of black-clothed servants and mercenaries.

Surrounded by housekeepers and federal soldiers, Morgan ran the distance from himself to the transport ship. While running, he kept his eyes on the sky for fear that the enemy would fall from the sky.

An aristocratic lady broke her high heels in a panic, and without waiting for others to help her, she took her shoes and ran barefoot in the rocky pit.For the heirs of the family, they must be firm and courageous, and practicing etiquette and proficient use of shotguns are also compulsory courses.

"Carter, where is my father now?" Morgan boarded one of the transport ships, and with a calm heart, he hurriedly asked his cousin, Major Slade Carter.

"Just like you, he has traveled around the star area and never stayed in any place for too long." Carter said to Morgan while ordering the pilot to take off.

"Nowhere is safe right now, whether it's a peaceful idyllic world or a barren rocky planet, people's minds are changing," he said:
"Even on those worlds still under our control, mobs attacking Confederacy officials and burning family estates have grown in numbers, beheading governors beyond two hands. Augustus Mengsk has proven The authority of the Federation is not unshakable, which is the most terrible thing."

The authority of the Tyrann Federation is based on the deterrence of a huge fleet and brutal suppression methods, and once its dynasty collapses, the world, which is already dissatisfied with the Federation, will immediately change its flag.

In the past two centuries, the colonies with close ties to Tarsonis would have raised their flags to support, but now the entire Commonwealth world has been divided and torn apart.

"When will it be?" Morgan felt like a lost dog, and the so-called family honor and noble dignity became a joke.And unless the Tyrannian Federation is restored, he may have to spend his whole life on the way to flee in constant panic.

"Hurry up!" He stood by the gangway of the transport ship and urged the people behind:

"Don't let the rebels catch up with us."

In the distance, behind the rift valleys and mountains, a tropical storm was approaching, and the sky was billowing like white foam in the ocean.Storms are common on planets with dense atmospheres, but Shi's are particularly intense.

Morgan seemed to see the endless swarms of insects coming after the storm, and he suspected that this was just an illusion caused by his exhaustion.

It occurred to him that he knew nothing of the zerg that was chasing them, and was just running blind.Those Federation soldiers must have known better, but they always avoided mentioning the zerg and protoss.

Fear made Morgan clutch the pistol at his waist, hoping it would protect him.

It was a P220 pistol, never jammed, always solid.More advanced high-power weapons are emerging one after another, but Marines have never trusted them as much as they trust the P220.

Morgan knew the pistol as well as he knew himself, and he shot every target, but he never killed anyone with it.

But the gun can't protect Morgan, its purpose is to kill.

All of a sudden, a huge explosion sounded in Morgan's ears, accompanied by the sound of the explosion and people's mournful and desperate screams.A Confederate transport ship was billowing in spewing flames, ripping apart molten metal as it engulfed those preparing to board.

Several Tyranid Empire wraith fighters approached the federal transport ship parked on the ground in an invisible state and bombarded it with laser cannons. They are indeed terrifying ghosts, and the invisible enemies can awaken the fear in the human heart.

The running federal marines were hit by a red laser beam and immediately burned to ashes.

Morgan immediately held his breath, and the heirs of the founding family around him also turned pale with fright.

Multiple tall figures appeared on the ground, and their red armor and golden badges clearly showed their identities.These warriors in red armor represent the most representative armed force of the Tyranid Empire, the Imperial Marines.

The Tyrann Empire had already discovered these three federal transport ships and immediately mobilized their troops. They may have arrived long ago. The reason why they had not shot down the transport ships in advance was to lure out Morgan in the mining field.

"Put up the gangway, Captain." Major Carter shouted, "Take off now!"

A forced takeoff might turn into a disaster, but staying on the ground is also waiting for death.Fortunately, about a squadron of more than a dozen Federal Wraith fighters also came to support, which was better than nothing, and how many transport ships that were taking off attracted a lot of firepower.

The military transport ship is far less comfortable than the private yacht of the founding family, and it is extremely crowded and stuffy because of carrying too many people.The military never considered the crew's feelings, or they wouldn't be buckling for a few thermostats.

The APOD-33 transport ship proved to all Confederate soldiers that anything with a large motor could fly—no matter what it was.

With the huge roar of the engine, the transport ship was extremely lucky to avoid the missiles and machine guns of the Imperial fighter planes, and finally lifted off smoothly and began to climb.And Morgan thinks it's just because the empire wants to capture him alive so that he can threaten his parents.

Morgan and his cousin Carter squeezed close to the cab, and Roderick, Dupar and others followed closely behind.

This transport ship has been around for some time, and even the baffle between the cockpit and the passenger compartment is unknown. It may also be dismantled by an idle federal officer sometime after the fall of Tarsonis to pawn to buy wine. .

"Sir, there are at least five Imperial Wraith fighters following us." The pilot said to Major Carter, "Most of ours have been shot down."

"Start the jump engine and take off immediately. This is the last chance." Major Carter has experienced previous wars. Even if he has faced more critical scenes than this one, he can't help but feel overwhelmed by the violent tremors of the transport ship in high-speed flight. out of breath.

"The instrument is working normally, and the coordinates of the jump are being calibrated." The driver said.

In interstellar travel, the most critical common sense is that the coordinates must be repeatedly confirmed through precise calculations before the jump, otherwise it will lead to dire consequences, either death or being thrown to the other side of the universe, or both at the same time occur.

"Federation spaceship, immediately drop to the designated position, or we will open fire immediately." The intermittent warning sound of the pilot of the Imperial fighter came from the communication channel.

"Ignore them." Carter knew the empire's plan well: "Take off!"

In fact, when Marshal Gasser of the Federation Fleet learned that a Protoss fleet far larger than his own had appeared in the galaxy in history, he had no intention of waiting to save Morgan and the others before retreating, but he couldn't do without Calabasas. Wait for the support of the founding family.

At the very least, he must prove that he did his best.

"Can't take off, sir." The pilot's voice trembled.

"What the hell are you kidding!" roared the major.

"I knew this broken ship was unreliable!" Master Dupper wailed.

"Unable to take off." The pilot replied, "I think the course is locked. Sir, the spacecraft cannot enter the hyperspace course."

"This kind of thing has never happened." Carter seemed to have lost all his strength.

"But now it's happening, when we least expect it to happen." Roderick pointedly pointed out: "This is a sudden disaster."

Just as Morgan realized they were doomed, a battlecruiser belonging to the Tyranid Empire showed up on the radar scan.More Wraith fighters approached from all directions, but Gasher Duke's fleet was nowhere to be seen.

"It's a death trap," Roderick said when Major Carter ordered the surrender. "We've been fish in that net from the start."

The transport ship had to land in the dock of one of the imperial battlecruisers as required, and Morgan and others were disarmed as soon as they stepped down the gangway.

The empty deck was full of Imperial soldiers in red power armor, some of them wore even bigger armor, like giants.

That's the Marauder, the Empire's elite hoplites, humanoid tanks and mobile turrets.The Marauder armor is said to use a steel skeleton and exoskeleton nervous system, and may also be equipped with a personal shield force field.Federal soldiers had to pay multiple sacrifices to injure or even kill a looter.

Every looter is the elite of the imperial army, has experienced countless wars, and killed countless enemies.

"Confess the crime honestly and try to deal with it lightly." After going through several checkpoints, Morgan met a senior imperial officer who claimed to be Matt Horner.

"It won't be long before your family will be reunited in Korhal."

"I haven't committed any crime," Morgan said.

"No one is born sinful, but say it to the people who are exploited, oppressed, and enslaved like cattle. Morgan Calabasas, your greedy and despicable Calabasas family business for two centuries There is as much wealth in the world as there is water in the ocean and sand in the desert, and there is not one of them that is not stained with the blood of the people." Matt said:

"Your trial must be fair. The laws of the Tyrannian Empire will not wrong any good person, nor will any bad person be spared."

"No matter how much you torture me, I will not plead guilty," Morgan said.

"Augustus came to the throne as the great emperor. He was a benevolent king. Sometimes, people can speak the truth without torture." Matt pointed out that Augustus the great was not cruel.

"The Federation will not let you go." Morgan finally didn't say that I was going to find my father.

But Morgan trembled when he thought of what he was about to face: being sent to the prison world of New Folsom, followed by brain amputation, memory tampering, organ transplantation, and implantation of absolutely loyal memories. The Tyranid Empire labored until it died.

"When we joined the revolution with our leader, we didn't expect the Federation to let us go." Matt nodded.

"But the reverse is also true."