From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 513: Incompetent Rage "Right Decision" "Shield"

Orson Krennic's angry roar echoed throughout the control room.

His sharp eyes swept over the staff present, and everyone lowered their heads, fearing that they would accidentally attract further anger.

The originally cramped atmosphere became even more tense because of the impending "rainstorm".

Seeing this, the communicator responsible for contacting the outside world immediately operated the console in front of him, trying to call up the communication interface of the outside world.

However, the signals on the screen were chaotic, with various data jumping randomly, and the information was completely unrecognizable.

At this moment, the communicator's expression became extremely complicated, with extreme anxiety and unconcealable fear directly reflected on his face.

The communicator's hands were frantically pressing buttons on the console, trying to restore communications, but no matter what, there was still only garbled text on the screen.

This caused beads of sweat to appear on his forehead and anxiety to appear in his eyes.

Krennic's anger was almost "tangible". His cold eyes locked onto the communicator, and the atmosphere froze at that moment.

The communicator took a deep breath, his face turned pale, and finally, as if he had made some difficult decision, he spoke slowly, his voice trembling with obvious trembling:
"Director, due to enemy interference, we are temporarily unable to contact the outside world."

The correspondent almost gritted his teeth as he spoke these words, his voice full of helplessness and fear, as if every word was as heavy as lead.

These words instantly froze the atmosphere in the entire control room, with only the operator's voice ringing in everyone's ears like an echo.

Moreover, as these words fell, Krennic's eyes were filled with uncontrollable anger.

"What are you doing?" His voice almost exploded in the air, "Are we really helpless? A bunch of morons who can't even communicate?!"

"General Manager"

The communicator, who was facing Krennic's anger, turned pale instantly. He wanted to explain himself, but he didn't know how to start. He could only tremble and respond:
"Even if we lose contact with the outside world, according to convention, if we fail to deliver today's report on time, the Empire will send a fleet near Scarif to investigate.
Besides, we also tried to send out intelligence as soon as we were attacked, so it won’t take long for support to arrive.”

"It won't take long?" Krennic's face darkened, and his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

He turned around abruptly and pointed his finger directly at the large screen beside him.

"How long do you think we can hold out?!" Krennic's voice rose, filled with uncontrollable fury:
"Look! Look at the screen! The number of garrison troops is decreasing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and our green area is being rapidly eroded by the dazzling red!"

His finger almost poked through the screen, and his tone increased, "How long do you think you can wait? Can you wait?"

The communicator's face turned completely pale and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

As a "little soldier", he was unable to withstand the oppressive aura of the senior general. His throat tightened and he couldn't even speak.

And Krennic's rage still gushed out like a fountain, making the air heavy, and every word he said was like a hammer hitting everyone's chest.

At this time, Krennic had already turned to the door of the control room, and his cloak swayed violently with his movements.

Before leaving, he continued to scold: "Is this your preparation? Do you want to watch all this be destroyed, and then wait for support from the empire? Stay at your posts!"

After saying this, Krennic disappeared from everyone's sight.

Following closely behind was a group of Death Guards in black armor. Their steps were steady and powerful, and the sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty control room, giving people a sense of oppression.

?

For a moment, an eerie atmosphere of deathly silence permeated the control room.

The staff members widened their eyes and exchanged puzzled glances, as if they couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

The director, who was usually decisive and condescending, "resolutely" turned around and left in the chaos without giving any follow-up instructions?

Those senior commanders who were originally entrusted with important tasks, and their subordinates, had long been accustomed to Krennic's orders being heard like thunder, and were accustomed to facing orders and scolding like a gale at any time.

But today's situation has made everyone feel unprecedentedly confused.

No one spoke, and no one dared to speak easily.

However, as time passed, those senior generals who had just held on to a glimmer of hope gradually realized the cruelty of reality.

Krennic's departure is undoubtedly a signal.

The choice at the top has been made.

The stormtroopers stationed inside and outside the facility, including them, were completely abandoned pawns, and were simply unable to engage in a head-on confrontation with those unidentified enemies.

Their combat power, equipment and even morale could not compete with the opponent's fearless attack.

Soon, several senior generals reacted almost at the same time, exchanged glances, and made the same decision as Krennic in an instant -

The most important thing is to run away quickly and save your life.

For the sake of their own lives, they did not hesitate or say anything. They quickly packed their belongings and hurriedly left the control room.

Their decision was made without hesitation, which seemed to be in sharp contrast to the chaotic and tense atmosphere in the control room.

When these senior generals left, the lower-level officials remained.

Although they are aware of the severity of the situation, they cannot leave their posts at will.

The hope that people had originally placed on the top management had completely collapsed at this moment, and everyone was forced to face a cruel reality: the command center was completely out of control, and no one could give effective command anymore.

There were only hollow echoes and hurried footsteps in the control room. Low-level officials silently returned to their seats, operating the long-collapsed system step by step to maintain superficial order.

And in the eyes of each of them, there was confusion and anxiety.

Not long after, dull and rhythmic footsteps were suddenly heard from the far end of the passage.

Boom, boom!

The sound was like a huge rock falling into a lake, with ripples coming one after another and getting closer and closer.

All the low-level officials present felt a cold sense of oppression, as if they were enveloped by some invisible force, their bodies trembling slightly and unable to control themselves.

Then, the green light emitted by the eye monitor "torn" the atmosphere in the control room. Several Thousand Sons wearing Titanium Power Armor appeared at the door.

Their visors were cold, and sharp green light shone through their eyes, like searchlights, scanning each official one by one.

And that faint green light seemed to be able to penetrate everyone's soul, accurately capturing the officials' slight emotional fluctuations and nervous expressions.

These Thousand Sons did not move in a hurry. Their steps were extremely steady. A cold aura permeated the air, carrying with it an unparalleled sense of oppression.

As they slowly walked in, every second of waiting was like a silent trial for the low-level officials.

Before the Thousand Sons could raise their bolter
"Don't shoot!! We surrender!"

"Yes! We surrender!"

These officials, knowing that they had become abandoned pawns, immediately surrendered and raised their hands to indicate that they would not make any threatening moves.

Seeing this, the Thousand Sons standing in the control room seemed to have anticipated this scene and did not express any surprise at the sudden surrender of the low-level officials.

They still maintained a cold and ruthless attitude, their bodies as straight as iron, still scanning the surroundings and remaining vigilant.

One of the Thousand Scarred Sons stepped forward steadily and went straight to the control panel.

The Thousand Son lowered his head slightly, glanced at the control console, then reached out to the socket on the back of the helmet and took out a unique module.

This module has a strange shape, with a square outside and a round inside. In the center of the module, there is a slightly flickering ring, and a light red light slowly emanates from it.

The Thousand Sons slowly placed the module on the console.

As the module came into contact with the console, suddenly, the light in the center of the ring intensified, and then the light condensed into a miniature human figure.

When this "figure" emerged from the ring, it immediately took a step, as if there was a space separated from reality. "She" took light and silent steps, and then "drilled" into the console.

As the figure "disappeared", the entire console system began to change.

And then--

Buzz~——buzz.
The piercing alarm that had been resounding inside and outside the facility gradually weakened, as if it had lost all its strength and was completely silenced, like a dying beast, unable to make its final cry.

Then, a group of confused imperial officials discovered that the screen in front of them had undergone amazing changes.

The display that was flashing with garbled error codes suddenly returned to normal, and the information was clearly presented in front of the eyes again.

However, what made all the imperial officials uneasy was that the archives that were closely related to the fate of the empire began to scroll rapidly on the screen, at a speed that was too fast to keep up, as if being controlled by some invisible force.
In other words, it is constantly browsed, extracted, and "kidnapped" by a certain program.

The officials almost subconsciously opened their mouths, their eyes filled with horror, their gazes constantly wandering around the screen, simply unable to believe what they were seeing.

At this moment, some officials almost developed occupational diseases and wanted to press buttons to prevent the leakage of archival information.

Fortunately, they quickly recovered and stopped their restless hands in time.

They've all been abandoned, surrendered, and still want a shit job.

As for the module taken out by the Thousand Sons and the figure that "drilled into" the console, they were actually data copies of their 1st Company's intelligent AI.

Although the data copy does not have the same "incredible" ability as the original body, it is enough to allow it to completely hack into Scarif's system and complete a series of operations such as file transfer, taking over control, and locking key targets in a short period of time.

At the same time, on the tarmac at the south end of the main facility, Orson Krennic walked hurriedly, with no trace of calm on his face, only tense anxiety.

The Landam-class shuttle, with its engine already started, was parked in front. Its heavy wings were like the wings of a giant beast, and its hatch was open, waiting for Krennic to step in.

Behind him, more than a dozen death soldiers in black armor followed silently.

Death troopers are the elite among the elite. They are selected from ten thousand or even one in a hundred thousand of the Stormtroopers. They are then sent to the Death Trooper Training Camp in Scarif to receive more rigorous training.

At the same time, these outstanding ones will also undergo corresponding strengthening surgeries to allow them to surpass their own physical peak and possess reactions and strength that are unimaginable for ordinary stormtroopers.

Combined with more advanced weapons and equipment, the Death Soldiers have become a terrifying presence for the enemy.

Krennic never doubted the strength of the death troopers, but he didn't want to sacrifice his life in vain.

Instead of sending the guards to assist the local stormtroopers in the battle, it is better to follow him on the shuttle, rush to the Death Trooper Training Camp in Scarif during the chaos, then recruit more Death Troopers, and then seize the opportunity to completely escape Scarif.

To be honest, Krennic, who has a strong sense of utilitarianism and ambition, knows that after this battle, his status, power and reputation will plummet, but he does not want to die.
As long as he is alive, there is a chance to turn things around. Failure and death are results he cannot tolerate.

If the forces raiding Scarif were part of the Rebel Alliance, he would do everything in his power to destroy the "thugs" and disrupt their plans.

But the enemy he faced now really made Krennic feel extremely frightened.

Krennic even regarded those Thousand Sons, who were more than two and a half meters tall and whose bodies looked like steel sculptures, as beings that had little to do with humans.

In his eyes, the Thousand Sons are no longer "people", but cold-blooded tools, perhaps a combination of machines and flesh and blood.

The defense line formed by the stormtroopers and various vehicles was like paper in front of the Thousand Sons, so sending out the loyal death soldiers who were responsible for his safety was completely useless.

now;

Just when Krennic was less than ten meters away from the shuttle——

Boom, boom, tap—!
Krennic heard a noise like an elephant running behind him, and when he turned around to observe, he saw a shadow passing over them and heading straight for the Landam-class shuttle in front.

Boom——! !

Immediately afterwards, the shuttle was "smashed through" and "crushed" by the afterimage, causing a violent explosion.

!

This moment stunned Krennic, and he almost stumbled and fell.

The death soldiers reacted quickly, stepping forward quickly, pointing their guns in a fan-shaped formation at the shuttle that had been reduced to metal wreckage, and pulled the trigger directly, launching suppressive fire at the unknown "object" that destroyed the shuttle.

Whoosh—whoosh whoosh——!
Countless beams of explosive energy suddenly poured out, making the burning wreckage even more intense.

but.
The fire suppression of the death soldiers was completely ineffective, because the blaster beams were blocked and offset by a faint psychic shield before they successfully hit the target.
(End of this chapter)