From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 593 Current Situation
The shattered sky of Fular was still shrouded in thick smoke, but the iron order had been re-established on this scorched earth.

The real-time images sent back by the orbital monitoring array showed that the steel-gray flag of the Iron Warriors was slowly rising above the ruins.

The 1st Company's flagship, the Carthage-class supercarrier "Dreadnoughtus", was like a steel god suspended in low-Earth orbit. The orbital macrocannons in its belly array occasionally lit up with destructive light, and each flash was accompanied by the complete evaporation of a chaos stronghold on the surface.

On the holographic maps in front of the officers, the red marks representing the remnants of the World Eaters were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, like stains erased by an eraser.

However, true warriors know that war never ends so easily.

Deep in the crisscrossing mine tunnels on the surface of Fular, in the ruins of collapsed cities that even orbital scans cannot penetrate, bloodthirsty shadows are still stirring.

According to rough estimates, there are at least three hundred World Eaters lurking in various corners of this planet.

Their broken power armor was stained with blood, and their weapons and ammunition were almost gone, but the madness in their eyes was more intense than ever.

These cornered beasts are the most dangerous.

They no longer seek glory in battles, but instead lurk in the shadows like the meanest of predators, waiting to tear apart any prey that strays.

Even more disturbing are the sightings of Chaos Sorcerers and Khorne cultists.

The scanners have captured abnormal psychic fluctuations many times, but have never been able to lock on to the exact location. These blasphemers are like maggots in rotten fruit, gnawing at the structure of reality in a dimension invisible to mortals.

Not long ago, a clone patrol encountered a terrible mutation in the mining area.

The entire soulless clone team suddenly began to kill each other, and the last thing the helmet recorder transmitted was a distorted and deformed "blasphemous hymn".

Therefore, the auxiliary troops scattered throughout Fular began to be doubly vigilant.

At this moment, inside the bridge of the Dreadnought;

On the star map projected by Hestia, more than twenty star systems were flashing an ominous blood-red light.

These light spots are like festering wounds, spreading wantonly across the galactic map of the "One-Seven Universe (Star Wars)".

The holographic star map on the bridge rotated quietly in the dim light, and these deep red galaxies stood out against the galactic background.

"Situation briefing."

Dantioch put his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the flickering star map.

"We have confirmed with the Word Bearers that at least twenty-three star systems are currently controlled by the World Devourers and their 'allies.'" Hestia's voice was calm and clear. "The original defenses in these areas quickly collapsed under the Chaos attack, or they directly surrendered to Chaos."

On the star map, the red mark representing the occupied area is slowly deepening and spreading.

Dantioch noticed that Fular was in the "southern" of the Milky Way, like an isolated island in the red ocean.

Without the captain's questioning, Hestia continued, "As for Fular being able to survive this wave, it was purely a strategic coincidence."

As she spoke, she pulled up the timeline on the center console. "Our attack node happens to be seventy-two hours faster than the World Devourers corruption process in other galaxies. If it's a little later."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

The galaxies that are dyed red on the star map are the best proof.

"The situation of other legions."

"The Imperial Fists are establishing defenses in multiple systems, and the Thousand Sons are focusing on psychic blockades." Hestia's reflection leaned forward slightly. "But the problem is the scattered Galactic Empire forces."

The star map suddenly zoomed in, showing the symbols of moving fleets.

"At least seven fully-fledged Galactic Empire fleets have chosen to join Chaos. They have brought complete star map data and logistical supply networks to the World Eaters."

Dantioch's jawline tightened slightly as he said, "What about Coruscant?"

"The latest battle report sent by the Word Bearers shows that although the subspace rift on Coruscant has been closed, a large number of ships carrying high-ranking Galactic Empire officers successfully broke through at the last moment."

As Hestia spoke, a blurry image played on the center console. Dozens of Star Destroyers originally deployed on Coruscant were seen quickly passing through a blood-red nebula and disappearing within the lock range of the Word Bearers and the Night Lords.

"These fugitives are gathering in various occupied areas. They not only bring warships to the World Eaters, but more importantly, they also bring a large amount of military secrets of the Galactic Empire."

The bridge fell into a brief silence.

Dantioch's eyes scanned the star map.

"Assessing the current threat level."

"complex."

Hestia rarely used such a vague term. "We still have the advantage on the front battlefield, but the Chaos forces are clearly preparing to build a complete shadow network. Moreover, this does not conform to the style of the World Eaters."

Dantioch was not too surprised by this.

After all, all the evil gods have focused their attention on the "One-Seven Universe". Even if the World Eaters who believe in Khorne win the "duel", there are still a large number of heretics and demons who believe in other evil gods.

As for the "reckless" World Eaters, their Primarch had to waste the best opportunity and chose to fight alone with the Primarch of the Main Universe, Curze, and was finally defeated. As a result, they were completely unable to continue to shoulder the "important responsibility" of eroding the "One and Seven Universes". Therefore, those guys who believe in Tzeentch and Slaanesh naturally want to resort to the dark side operations that Chaos is best at.

At this time, Hestia called up the relevant data and continued:

"They no longer seek large-scale battles, but instead turn to infiltration and corruption. Every galaxy they control becomes a new source of corruption."

Dantioch nodded slowly and asked, "What is our response plan?"

"It is recommended to consolidate the existing defense line." Hestia's projection made a demarcation gesture, "Fular will become one of the key fulcrums to curb the expansion of Chaos. As for other galaxies."

"Leave it to other brother companies and other legions." Dantioch took over the conversation. "Besides, the Grey Knights and Word Bearers are more suitable for this kind of mission."

"That's right." Hestia nodded slightly. "But I need to remind you that this situation may last for a long time. After all, Chaos is best at dragging wars into quagmires."

Dantioch turned and looked at the starry sky outside the observation window.

There, on an invisible battlefield, a new war is quietly taking shape. It is not a spectacular fleet showdown, but a protracted contest of patience, perseverance, and who makes mistakes first.

"Stay alert and continue monitoring." He gave the final order. "Before the various companies and legions complete their deployment, we only need to do one thing, and that is to make Fular a steel nail that Chaos can never remove."

"Yes, Your Excellency, Captain."

The general situation in Fular has stabilized, and on Yavin 4;
In the planet's low-Earth orbit, cold steel warships are as dense as stars.

The Imperial Fists' fleet cruised in tight formation, with the guns of their destroyers and cruisers pointed toward deep space, alert for any possible Chaos raid.

Orbital defense platforms orbit the planets synchronously. Their heavy armor and energy shield generators make them like real mobile fortresses.

In the area near these fortresses, several orbital shipyards and maintenance stations are operating at full capacity, with robotic arms and engineering ships shuttling back and forth to repair more than a dozen damaged ships docked there.

The hulls of these ships were covered with charred bullet holes and torn armor cracks, and some were even emitting clumps of "smoke" in the vacuum of space.

Their paintwork has long been mottled, but the fleet numbers they once belonged to can still be identified.

These were the remaining ships under Sigismund's command. When Tatooine was invaded and corrupted by Darth Vader on a large scale, they fought desperately to break out, carrying millions of refugees to escape the clutches of Chaos.

Passing through Yavin 4's thick atmosphere, the planet's surface reveals a shocking scene of militarization.

The lush primeval forests that once occupied almost the entire surface of the planet are now cut by carefully planned fortifications, and the towering alloy walls wind between the mountains like the back of a giant dragon.

At important nodes, there is a bastion-style turret every five hundred meters. The twin-mounted hard-light macro cannons on top of it emit a cold metallic luster under the shining stars.

The radar antennas of the air defense array kept rotating, drawing an invisible warning network in the blue sky.

And in the center of this steel jungle, the original Rebel Alliance base, the iconic pyramid, has undergone a complete transformation.

The originally rough surface is now covered with adamantium armor plates from the main universe, each of which is etched with sacred Chinese characters.

Twelve new sub-forts were added in a radial pattern around the base, connected to the main base through underground tunnels.

The most eye-catching thing is the newly added orbital defense command center on the top, whose hemispherical observation dome seems to constantly flash the blue light of data flow.

Go inside the base;

Thousands of Terminators moved through the corridors, their mechanical eyeballs dancing with scanning beams.

Inside the various operations rooms, the officers of the Imperial Fists were having heated discussions in front of the holographic sand table. Their golden power armor was covered in oil, and it was obvious that they had been working continuously for many days.

And thirty kilometers away from the main base, on the edge of the northern forest, a brand new town is expanding at an astonishing speed.

The engineering corps adopted modular construction technology, and every day a large number of standard living units were airdropped directly from the orbital dock using the Forerunner's suspension technology.

These hexagonal cabins are arranged closely like a honeycomb and connected to each other by reinforced corridors.

In the central square of the town, a monument welded from scrapped armor plates is particularly eye-catching, with the words "Remember Tatooine" engraved on it using plasma.

It is early morning now and the resettlement area is beginning to wake up.

Steam belches out of the exhaust vents of the communal cafeteria, carrying the scent of delicious meals.

There was a long queue in front of the medical station, and several medical nuns in white robes were changing the bio-gel bandages for the wounded.

In a classroom at the makeshift school, a projector was playing a basic arithmetic lesson, and a dozen children of different races were sitting behind desks.

In the central square of the resettlement area, an old Twi'lek man sat silently on a bench, holding a piece of Tatooine ore tightly in his hand.

The wrinkled blue palm gently stroked the ore in his hand, which was the water-extracted rock he exchanged at the Tatooine market and now became the only souvenir from his hometown.

Next to him, a little human girl was drawing on the ground with a branch, childishly outlining the desert sunset in her memory.

Not far away, several human children were running beside the makeshift amusement facilities. Their laughter was crisp, but it could not hide the worry in their parents' eyes.

In this man-made "light", people can finally temporarily forget the horror on the other side of the starry sea.

Although there is still a haze in everyone's eyes, here, at least the children can sleep peacefully in their own bedrooms, without having to worry about the oppression of the Galactic Empire every day, and without having to fear the intimidation of those gangs.

Moreover, the "giant" who provides them with security and maintains law and order is not as scary as it looks. Instead, it is unexpectedly approachable.

The most important thing is that people here can get the proper rewards and benefits through their work.

Even many teenagers evacuated from Tatooine have signed up to participate in the militarized management and training of the Imperial Fists, wanting to use their own hands and courage to fight against the Chaos that destroyed and ravaged their hometown.

At dawn tomorrow, another batch of refugee transport ships from the occupied areas will arrive, and this refuge forged of steel and hope is still expanding its borders.

As for Sigismund's fleet in orbit, after almost sleepless repairs by the engineering department, it finally got rid of the miserable appearance it had during its escape.

Those shocking bullet holes were gradually covered by brand new armor plates, the plasma engine nozzle was re-coated with a high-temperature resistant ceramic layer, and a new type of shield generator was installed.

The fleet is expected to complete full combat readiness after 24 standard hours.

Once the renovation is completely completed, the fleet will receive new troops, materials and various supplies.

A number of Imperial Fists recruits, comparable in size to a legion company, have been urgently dispatched from Terra to Yavin 4, along with a large number of auxiliary troops, as well as biological and mechanical weapons.

The purpose is to wait until the repairs are completed so that the fleet can return to Tatooine to assist Sigismund who is stranded there, and at the same time occupy Tatooine and bring it under the rule of the Human Empire.

No matter how important Tatooine is, it is still a relatively important "transportation hub" in the Milky Way of the "One-Seven Universe".

Moreover, the strategic importance of Yavin 4 is also self-evident.

This planet not only connects multiple important star systems, but its rich surface mineral resources can also support large-scale fleet operations.

Therefore, Yavin 4 is considered to be an important node for the human empire to conduct a unified war against the "Universe " in addition to Jedha, which has a space gate. The Imperial Fists then continue to mobilize fleets and resources here, preparing to build it into the most stable steel fortress in the "Universe ".

Dorn, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists and the current Lord of Terilla, is currently in the central control room at the top of the pyramid, discussing the next steps of the integration with his fellow Primarchs.
(End of this chapter)