From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 597 "Romantic Colors"

Twenty-four hours later;

Swish——! !

A dazzling blue energy vortex suddenly bloomed in Tatooine's low-Earth orbit, like a wound torn in the universe.

The giant bow of the Emperor-class battleship was the first to pierce the reality barrier, and the faintly visible shield still retained the energy afterglow of the jump channel.

Following closely behind was a steel torrent consisting of more than a hundred warships. Their thruster arrays accelerated after leaving the jump space, and hundreds of plasma tail flames vaporized the nearby space dust into gorgeous "Aurora".

The twin suns of Tatooine cast their blazing rays upon the fleet, illuminating the Imperial Fist emblem painted on the side of the ship.

The golden fist mark was particularly eye-catching against the gray and yellow background of the desert planet.

The scanning beams of the orbital defense system and the defense fleet immediately locked onto the fleet, but then changed to friendly green identification signals.

As early as seventy-two hours ago, the Imperial Fists' support forces had completely cleared this area of ​​space.

Looking down through the viewing window, one can clearly see the wreckage of the Chaos fleet floating in orbit.

Among those twisted metal skeletons, several still maintained the posture when they were pierced by the Spear of Victory. This shows that Athena's throwing was accurate and powerful, and each blow directly penetrated the energy core of the Chaos ship.

Further away, the remnants of Hera's magic formed a strange blood-red "cloud" in the space, and any chaotic creature that tried to pass through would be turned to dust in an instant.

However, the situation on the surface remains complicated.

Starlight shone through the observation windows of the bridge, casting diamond-shaped spots on the metal floor. Dorn stood in front of the center console, staring at the three-dimensional projection of Tatooine's surface.

Hundreds of scarlet marks flickered on the desert map, each dot of light representing a remaining Chaos stronghold.

These remnants are as stubborn as blood lice in the desert, lurking in abandoned moisture farms, deep canyon caves, and spacecraft wreckage buried by sandstorms. Conventional orbital bombardment is difficult to eradicate these scattered targets.

Inside the transport ship's cabin, new recruits from Tatooine crowded in front of the portholes.

Their faces reflected the twin suns of their hometown, and their eyes were filled with a mixture of hatred and determination.

Some people unconsciously touched the belongings of their relatives and friends hidden under their uniforms, while others stared at a certain sea of ​​sand, guessing that their relatives might be buried there.

For the first time, these young people looked down at their homeland as "conquerors". The change in perspective made the desire for revenge boil in their chests.

In fact, from a tactical point of view, the situation on Tatooine has stabilized.

There is no need for Dorn to be there in person. He only needs to recall Sigismund's direct fleet and cooperate with the original support fleet to completely stabilize Tatooine and be fully capable of eliminating the remaining Chaos forces.

But Dorn still chose to lead the fleet in person, which had deeper considerations.

After all, with the arrival of the new Primarch, Dorn, as an elder brother, thought it very necessary to come to Tatooine and let a dedicated technical team provide nutritional potions for the Primarch.

And it was somewhat inappropriate to let Hera take over the breastfeeding.

What's more, the fact that his father sent a special technical team to Yavin 4 first was a hint to his son to handle it.

The younger brother's adoptive mother could be Athena, or the elven queen of Tinas Losrien, or Alexia, the recognized adoptive mother of the primarch, but it couldn't be Hera.

Hera is the predecessor of the rebellious god-king Zeus. Although Hera did not participate in the rebellion, she chose to hide in human society for thousands of years because of the failure of the rebellion. However, Hera has the title of "Queen of Olympus" after all.

Secondly, the situation on Tatooine is relatively stable, but there are remnants of Chaos, so the recruits brought here by Dorn will hardly encounter any danger, and it can also allow the recruits to face the culprit of the cholera in their hometown.

This planet, once ravaged by Chaos, is about to be baptized by the iron fist of the Empire, and those young recruits will complete the transformation from victims to conquerors here.

Finally, Dorn's fleet carried a large amount of building materials and various intelligent machines in order to quickly build new fortifications and fortresses at key locations on Tatooine, while also laying a solid foundation for subsequent comprehensive reconstruction.

Tatooine is considered the "southeast" location of the "Star Wars" galaxy. It is a hub-like existence, suitable for "stationing troops" and building docks.

As the fleet entered synchronous orbit, the first batch of transport boats began to detach from the mother ship.

These landers spewed plasma flames from their tails, shooting towards the desert planet like a group of arrows of revenge. Behind them, more transport ships were loading heavy equipment.

Tatooine's twin suns cast the shadows of these vehicles on the sea of ​​sand, like giant golden eagles with outstretched wings hovering over their prey.

Those young recruits are about to set foot on their homeland, but this time they are no longer holding slave shackles, but the standard weapons of the empire.

In the scorching desert wind, they will end the nightmare of the past with their own hands and witness how the iron fist of the empire rebuilds order on the ruins.

And Dorn stood at the front of the bridge, like the sturdiest bow of this mobile fortress.

He stared silently at the planet covered with yellow sand below. The lighting system of the bridge seemed to cast a layer of cold halo on his angular face.

Suddenly, countless "particles" emitting faint blue light gathered behind Dorn, rotating and condensing like the reverse flow of the Milky Way.

These light particles quickly constructed a high-precision holographic image of Sigismund, and even every scratch left by the battle on the power armor was clearly visible.

The moment the image became "real", this battle-hardened warrior knelt on one knee without hesitation, and the joints of his armor made heavy clashing sounds.

"Father, the complete situation map of Tatooine has been uploaded to your tactical terminal."

Sigismund's voice came through the holographic communication system, less sharp than before and more respectful.

The first man under the Primarch lowered his head, his helmet inlaid with the laurel wreath of victory was taken off and tucked into his arm, revealing a resolute face.

"Well, get up."

Dorn nodded slightly.

Hearing this, Sigismund slowly stood up, and the materialization technology of hard light projection made every scar on the armor come alive.

Dorn turned to face his most distinguished son, raised his left hand, and gently placed it on the scarred shoulder armor.

This simple action made Sigismund's pupils shrink slightly, because it was the highest recognition from the Primarch to a warrior.

"Thank you for your hard work these days."

Dorn rarely showed a trace of self-blame.

His fingertips could feel the projected armor, the dents that marked the battle.

Remorse crossed the Primarch's face like a shadow, for he knew better than anyone the price Sigismund's troops had paid.

The cold numbers tell the cruel truth:

This elite force of Astartes, which once had a full complement of 1,200 men, now has less than 300 men left. What's even more heartbreaking is that most of the casualties are veterans who have participated in many battles. Dorn once believed that Sigismund's art of command could resist an enemy force several times his own, but he did not expect that the corrupted Darth Vader would drive a Chaos fleet hundreds of times larger to attack Tatooine.

Sigismund straightened his back and a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This brave warrior who was feared by the enemies on the battlefield had a firm light in his eyes at this moment: "This is the glory of the Imperial Fists, father. Every brother who sacrificed has fulfilled his oath. Moreover, the Emperor will lead their souls to rest in peace."

He raised his hand and knocked on the breastplate, making a clanging metallic sound. "We have held the line and are waiting for reinforcements. Father, there is no need to worry too much."

Outside the bridge, transport boats were passing by the observation window and landing on the surface of Tatooine.

Dorn withdrew his hand, his eyes becoming firm again. "Once the situation stabilizes, I will personally oversee the reconstruction of your troops."

He turned to the holographic star map, where Tatooine's orbital defense platform was slowly rotating. "Not only will we be replenishing our troops, but we will also give priority to equipping them with the latest weapons and ships."

"Thank you very much, father."

Sigismund gladly accepted this.

After the communication ended, the holographic image dissipated in the dim light, and the last trace of blue light particles merged into the holographic device of the bridge.

Dorn stood behind the observation window, his fingertips running across the report scrolling on the data board, and he did not realize that the pat on the shoulder he had just made was exactly the same as when his father encouraged him.

This shows that he has unknowingly imitated his father in treating his "blood-related" children.

"Prepare the Thunderhawk formation."

After briefly reviewing the report, Dorn gave the order.

As soon as the words fell, twelve Templar Knights (Glory Guard) immediately emerged from the shadows, their Terminator armor glowing matte under the lights of the bridge.

They stood in silence on both sides, followed the Primarch on a dedicated train and headed to the hangar.

Meanwhile, in the launch area of ​​the lower hangar.

A transport ship that has been carefully modified and camouflaged, and looks like the local universe, is making final preparations for takeoff.

Its hull was deliberately made to look old, with blurred logos sprayed on the hull, but inside it was equipped with the Empire's most advanced stealth system and jump and hyperspace engines.

David was carefully checking the preset route on the navigation computer in the bridge, while Lucy was debugging the communication device beside David.

In the cabin, Leon leaned back on a sofa-like seat, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the pistol at his waist.

Chirrut closed his eyes and rested, his hands still gently stroking the hilt of his lightsaber, while Baze was concentrating on wiping his blaster cannon.

This transport ship, named "Ruizhou", was quietly parked on the launch track. Its nearly 100-meter-long hull glowed matte under the lighting of the hangar.

After a thorough renovation by Imperial engineers, its interior space has been used efficiently.

The living area is equipped with a complete atmospheric circulation and hydroponic system. Various weapons and ammunition are neatly arranged in the weapons bay, and the cargo hold is filled with standard supply boxes, enough for at least thirty people to sustain combat and life for eighteen months.

The Ruizhou is an important vehicle for Lyon and his team to carry out contact, negotiation, reconnaissance and infiltration missions.

Inside the bridge, David's prosthetic fingers were connected to the control panel, checking various system parameters.

The shield generator is shown in standby mode, enough to withstand direct attacks from medium ion cannons. The hidden turrets on both sides have been calibrated and can be popped out for combat and defense at any time.

Lucy was checking the star map in the navigation computer, comparing the preset route with the real-time updated Imperial security zone.

"All systems checked."

David closed the last diagnostic program and looked up at the surveillance camera on the ceiling.

The green light in the hangar tower came on, and a mechanically synthesized female voice came through the communicator: "The launch area has been cleared, and the magnetic levitation catapult system is ready."

With a slight vibration, the transport ship was quickly pushed out of the launch track by invisible magnetic force.

The moment the ship left the plasma valve and protective force field in the hangar, the light from Tatooine's twin suns poured into the observation window like a tide.

David gently pushed the joystick, and Ruizhou's secondary engine spewed out a light blue ion stream, gracefully blending into the increasingly dense shipping torrent in low-Earth orbit.

At a higher orbital level, a formation of three exclusive Thunderhawk gunboats painted black also left the Emperor-class hangar in a wedge-shaped formation. The special model in the middle carried Dorn and twelve Templar Knights.

Their destination was the same, the surface base where Sigismund was located.

Leon and others need to meet up with a group of Spartans and select several young super warriors from them to accompany them to Kamino immediately.

Dorn went to meet his offspring, and then took his brother back to the Emperor to be cared for by a dedicated technical team.

Soon after;
Tatooine's twin suns hang high in the sky, pouring their scorching light into this desert canyon.

In the apron area of ​​the surface base, the humming sounds of various engines could be heard one after another.

The transport vehicles shuttled between heaven and earth like busy worker bees. The huge landing craft unloaded teams of engineering mecha magnetic levitation containers, while the small shuttles continuously transported technicians and their precision instruments back and forth.

Among them, Ruizhou confirmed with the tower of the surface base and adjusted its landing posture. The nozzle on the belly of the ship spewed out hot air, blowing the sand on the apron into radial waves.

With a slight sound from the hydraulic system, the hull landed precisely in the marked area, and the side doors and gangway slowly opened.

Before the Ruizhou arrived, more than eighty Spartans had already assembled and were waiting outside the helipad.

When Leon's figure appeared at the hatch, John raised his right arm, saluted in a standard military salute, and said:

"Sir, Spartan-117, John, it's an honor to meet you."

As John finished his words, all the Spartans saluted in almost synchronized movements.

For this group of "young people", the name Leon S. Kennedy is equivalent to a legend in their hearts.

After all, some of Leon's deeds were not only circulated within the Investigation Department, but even they, the Spartans, had heard of them.

So after learning from Dr. Halsey that several of them would accompany the legendary agents to carry out missions in the galaxy of this universe, these genetically enhanced and physically modified super soldiers instantly revealed their youthfulness.

Before Lyon arrived, some people repeatedly wiped their already shiny armor knee pads, some unconsciously stroked the identity cards hanging around their necks, and almost everyone was extremely excited.

For them, following this legendary agent on his mission is like opening an adventure novel.

Infiltration, disguise, intelligence gathering, etc., which are common links in the daily work of the investigation department, are all coated with a layer of romance in the imagination of these young soldiers.
(End of this chapter)