From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 542: The Great "God"

In the atmosphere;

Yavin 4, the fourth satellite of the giant gas planet Yavin, is covered with dense rainforests and its overall climate is like that of the tropical regions of the Earth.

This place is shrouded in thick fog all year round, with frequent rainstorms, swamps everywhere, and the air is filled with the smell of dampness and decay.

Such an environment not only provides a rich habitat for organisms, but also makes Yavin 4 an excellent place to hide and escape.

It was because of this that the Rebel Alliance established their base deep in the rainforest.

However, the history of Yavin 4 far outlasts the Rebel Alliance.

In the Star Wars universe, ancient Jedi Knights had already set foot on this land thousands of years ago.

They used the powerful Force and advanced technology to transform the environment of Yavin 4 into the rainforest it is today, and built a "Forgotten City" here.

Thousands of years ago, Yavin 4 once again became the focus of history.

A Sith Lord named Exar Kun, trapped in a desperate situation by the Old Republic, launched an extremely cruel ritual.

He freed his soul from his mortal body and transformed it into an eternal being, casting a mysterious and dangerous hue over the land.

Now, Yavin 4 is back in the spotlight.

The arrival of the human empire broke the long-standing tranquility of this rainforest.

The base of the Rebel Alliance is located in a pyramid that is similar in style to the Mayan civilization on Earth. Its structure and appearance seem to silently tell its history and secrets.

Boom—boom—!
Suddenly, a large number of airdrop capsules with buffer programs activated fell from the sky like meteorites and "fallen" heavily into the rainforest surrounding the pyramid.

The tail flame of the airdrop pod drew a series of blazing trails in the thick fog. The surrounding trees collapsed one after another under the impact of the airdrop pod, and holes were smashed into the wet ground, with mud and wood chips flying everywhere.

Buzz~! Buzz——!
Almost at the same time, a shrill alarm sounded inside the pyramid.

Soldiers of the Rebel Alliance swarmed out of the pyramid. They were poorly equipped and looked nervous, obviously unprepared for this sudden attack.

Despite this, they still acted quickly and began to consolidate the defenses around the pyramid, vigilantly watching the movements around them.

The thick fog in the rainforest provided a certain amount of cover for the soldiers of the Rebel Alliance, but it also made their vision extremely limited.

They could only rely on intuition and experience to try to find the enemy's traces in this complex environment.

Little did they know that just as they arrived at their respective posts, the Hell's Paratroopers equipped with fully covered mechanical skeletons and the Imperial Fists assault platoon wearing titanium armor and armed with bolters had already formed an absolute encirclement of the Rebel Alliance's base.

In addition, the Rebel Alliance sent out half of its X-wing fighters in order to "intervene" in the battle of Scarif, resulting in only a few U-wing transport planes and Y-wing bombers left in the base.

This left their air force in an extremely weak state, making them completely unable to cope with sudden large-scale attacks.

What's worse is that they have very few ground armored vehicles, only a few old armored vehicles and light turrets, which are totally insufficient to support the current ground warfare.

At this time, the Rebel Alliance Base was at its weakest point in terms of military strength. Facing the "grand" Imperial Fist, it seemed that it had no choice but to "wait to die on the spot" or surrender.

In the rain forest, the elite warriors of the Hell's Paratroopers and the Imperial Fists had already occupied the best shooting positions.

They hid under the dense tree canopy, with their guns pointed steadily at the rebel alliance's defense line.

However, despite their absolute advantage, no one opened fire first.

Their mission is not to destroy the rebel alliance directly, but to restrict the opponent's every move through "deterrence".

At the same time, several technical soldiers were quickly setting up a ground interference base station in a hidden place in the rainforest.

Once these devices are activated, they will completely cut off the connection between the Rebel Alliance on Yavin 4, leaving it isolated and helpless.

At this time, the soldiers of the Rebel Alliance vaguely discovered with their naked eyes that there were flickering figures in the rainforest.

Those blurry figures were looming in the thick fog and the increasingly heavy raindrops, like a group of ghosts.

This caused panic to spread quickly among the soldiers. Their breathing became rapid and the hands holding their weapons began to tremble involuntarily.

Although they tried to remain calm, they still found it difficult to suppress their inner fear in the face of unknown threats.

Fortunately, there was no direct conflict between the two sides.

The elite troops of the empire in the rainforest remained restrained throughout, and the soldiers of the rebel alliance barely maintained their defense line in the tension. Their inner determination to resist power and this stalemate allowed the rebel soldiers composed of humans and various civilizations to gradually calm down.

The thick fog slowly flows in the air, and the rain hits the leaves, making a rustling sound.
It seems like a "rainstorm" is coming.

However, the most confused people at this moment are the senior officials and generals of the Rebel Alliance.

Their commander-in-chief Mon Mothma had just negotiated with Magnus via holographic communication, and the two sides even reached a preliminary agreement.

However, why did the Human Empire still send such a large fleet to Yavin 4?
Why did the fleet adopt such a "hostile" posture?

These questions were like a fog, shrouding the minds of the top leaders of the Rebel Alliance, making them feel unprecedented confusion and anxiety.

Mon Mothma stood in the command room, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on all kinds of data and intelligence.

The screen on the center console showed that the low-Earth orbit of Yavin 4 was densely populated with human empire ships, whose scale and momentum were chilling.

Before the top leaders of the Rebel Alliance could sort out their thoughts, the situation changed again.

soon--

bang
Accompanied by the roar of engines, countless transport boats and carrier-based aircraft suddenly appeared above the rebel base, breaking the previous standoff.

These vehicles were as dense as a swarm of bees, blocking out the sky and the sun, like a dark cloud pressing down on the sky, making it suffocating.

A special Thunderhawk gunship with specifications far exceeding those of conventional vehicles was seen flying in the front. Its huge fuselage and powerful firepower made everyone feel intimidated.

Following closely behind were several Pelicans and other Thunderhawk gunboats. The transport formation they formed headed straight for the airport of the Rebel base.

At the same time, other transport vehicles were dispersed around the rebel base and quickly landed in the open space in the rainforest.

The hatch opened, and fully armed auxiliary troops and elven warriors rushed out quickly. Their movements were clean and neat, and their tactics were coordinated tacitly. It was obvious that they were already accustomed to this combat rhythm.

The soldiers of the Rebel Alliance stared at all this in amazement, and the weapons in their hands dropped unconsciously.

They often fought guerrilla warfare and had never seen a military operation of this scale, let alone thought that they would become the target of this operation.

Panic began to spread rapidly again, like an invisible hand, strangling everyone's throat.

!!!

Especially when the rebel soldiers saw the huge Thunderhawk gunship slowly landing at the airport and the cabin door opened, they suddenly felt an indescribable emotion in their hearts.
Because the first to walk out of the cabin with heavy footsteps were a group of Imperial Fists Glory Guards, Templar Knights, who were nearly three meters tall and equipped with exclusive Terminator armor.

These giant warriors walked with steady and powerful steps, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of the rebel soldiers.

The Templars' armor style and terrifying height made the rebel soldiers dare not look directly at them.

They looked at these giants who were like "gods" and were at a loss for a moment. Although they held the weapons in their hands, they seemed to have lost all their strength, and even the courage to raise them was gone.

Mon Mothma in the base command room also saw this scene clearly through the surveillance screen.

Moreover, she saw the five-meter-tall Dorn.

This made her frown, and a trace of shock and powerlessness that was difficult to conceal flashed in her eyes.

"call"

Mothma took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

She knew that the rebel alliance was now in a desperate situation where they had to make a final choice.

Any rash action may result in a devastating blow.

As the commander-in-chief of the Rebel Alliance, she must make a decision as soon as possible, otherwise the entire base, and even those heroes with the same ideals, will be doomed.

Mothma's eyes swept over the other senior officials and generals in the command room; their expressions were equally solemn and nervous.

Then, she immediately issued an order through the communication channel:

"Keep calm and don't fire!"

She forced herself to speak in a firm and decisive tone, as if trying to use this calmness to reassure every volunteer soldier in the base.

However, although her order was quickly conveyed to the soldiers, the tense and suffocating atmosphere in the base did not ease.

Followed by.

Mothma straightened his clothes, took another deep breath, and looked around at the senior officers and generals in the command room, then slowly spoke:

"Let's go and meet this ally who has acted a little too forcefully."

"Ah."

A senior executive with brown skin and a square beard was the first to respond.

This high-ranking official was the leader and one of the founders of the Rebel Alliance, as well as a member of the Old Republic and the Governor of the Alderaan System.

Bail Organa.

Seeing the two leaders express their opinions, the remaining senior officials and generals nodded in agreement.

They also understood that the Rebel Alliance had no choice but to face this sudden crisis head-on in order to fight for a glimmer of hope for the future.

Afterwards, the group left the command room under the protection of the elite rebels and walked through the pyramid that served as the base.

The lights in the corridor were dim and flickering, and every step they took seemed to be stepping on an unknown fate.

Finally, they came to a relatively open hall.

Boom. Boom.
However, before they could gain their footing, heavy footsteps were heard from the entrance of the hall.

The sound of these footsteps was as shocking as a war drum.

Twelve Templar Knights were seen standing in a semicircle formation in the center of the hall. They were tall and mighty, like an unshakable steel wall.

These Templar Knights did not raise the parallel bolters hanging on their left arms, but just by standing there, the surrounding rebel soldiers on guard did not dare to act rashly. Their eyes were filled with fear and awe, and they even dared not breathe loudly.

What is even more shocking is Dorn standing behind the Knights Templar.

The Primarch was much taller than the Templars, like a god from mythology.

Combined with his cold and majestic demeanor, the atmosphere in the entire hall became even more depressing.

In comparison, Aoi, standing next to Dorn, seemed particularly "low-key".

Despite her long ears and delicate features, few rebel soldiers paid much attention to her due to the intimidation of Dorn and the Templars.

At the same time, the Spartan warriors led by John were outside the pyramid, engaging in a silent standoff with the rebel soldiers stationed outside.

The Spartans were "very thin" compared to the Templars, but they were still able to exert absolute oppression on the rebel soldiers.

Mothma, Bail Organa and others also came to the center of the hall.

When their eyes swept over the Templars and Dorn in front of them, they almost forced themselves not to kneel on one knee.

This impulse does not come from weakness, but rather from the instinctive awe and shock of human beings when faced with an existence beyond common sense.

There is no way around it. In reality, close contact with a giant with a human face and a height of five meters, coupled with Dorne's majesty and momentum, will make people involuntarily think of "gods".

Even though there are various races and creatures in the Star Wars universe, there has never been an existence like the Primarchs.

Of course, the reason why Mothma, Organa and others had the urge to kneel on one knee was not just because of Dorn's appearance and body shape.

More importantly, Dorn's psychic power would inadvertently emit a "substantial" pressure.

This pressure was like an invisible tide, sweeping across the entire hall, making everyone's breathing heavy and difficult.

Then, Dorn's eyes swept across the crowd, finally stopping at Mothma, and he smiled and introduced himself:

"Hello, I am Dorn, the Primarch of the Sixth Legion of the Empire of Man, the Imperial Fists, and the Sixth Son of the Emperor of Mankind."

After a pause, Dorn went straight to the point:

"The purpose of our coming to Yavin 4 with great fanfare is simple, and that is to have you all follow us, the Imperial Fists, and work together to dismantle the rule of the Galactic Empire.

So please pack up as soon as possible, organize all equipment, weapons and vehicles, and transport them to our Imperial Fists flagship, the Eternal Crusade.

Of course, you and all combat units will also be deployed together on the Eternal Expedition."

"."

After Dorn finished speaking, Mothma, Organa and the others fell silent, not knowing how to respond.

After all, Dorn's words were equivalent to forcibly "reorganizing" their Rebel Alliance.
(End of this chapter)