From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 599 "We look forward to meeting with representatives of the Empire of Man."

Ruizhou left the atmosphere and the hull completed its final climb with a slight tremor.

The hyperdrive began to emit a distinctive hum as the main engines gradually reduced power, and energy accumulated in the ring accelerator.

Swish——! !

In an instant, the still sea of ​​stars outside the observation window became like a broken mirror, distorted and deformed, and a torrent of blue energy swept across the entire field of vision.

The vibration of the hull became more obvious, the tools on the shelves made slight collision sounds, and the Ruizhou had already entered hyperspace navigation and headed straight for the Kaminoans' home planet.

In the equipment room in Area B, Myron grabbed both sides of the helmet with both hands, twisted it hard, and lifted it up.

With the "hissing" sound of the air pressure sealing device being released, his square but slightly childish face finally "saw the light of day" again. Then he casually placed the heavy helmet on the workbench, and the sound of metal collision was particularly crisp in the cabin.

"Huh - I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Myron turned his stiff neck, and his cervical vertebrae made a slight "cracking" sound.

His rough fingers stroked the hideous bullet marks on the breastplate, and he smiled to Douglas beside him, "These are all medals. We must keep them well. They are very commemorative."

Douglas's armor removal movements were more standardized. He first released the locking mechanism of the helmet, and then took it off steadily with both hands.

The angular face is full of calmness, and the scar above the left eyebrow adds a bit of vicissitudes to Douglas, and he looks "very reliable" at first glance.

"You can keep it," Douglas said in a deep and powerful voice, "but you have to do a comprehensive diagnosis first."

Douglas tapped the slightly old power backpack behind Myron and said, "This system has not been properly maintained since the Chaos raid."

Central equipment warehouse.

Kou'er was already standing on the automatic changing platform, and multiple robotic arms were flexibly dismantling and separating the various parts of her sniper-type Thor's Hammer armor one by one.

As the last piece of shoulder armor was removed, her muscular body was fully revealed. The tight black nano combat suit perfectly outlined her curves, and her short silver-white hair was shining under the overhead lighting.

"System self-check begins."

The platform's stupid AI emitted an electronic synthesized sound and began scanning the removed armor.

Kou'er stood quietly by the side, her amber eyes like a precise scanner, not missing any details.

When the mechanical arm checked the armor on her left arm, she suddenly raised her hand and said, "Pause."

He pointed a finger at a loose energy conduction node. "This connection needs to be recalibrated."

The red scanning beam of the robotic arm immediately focused on the location she pointed to, and after confirming the problem, it replied: "Error code E-427, execute the repair procedure immediately."

Myron whistled and said jokingly, "Court can even detect mechanical failures with the naked eye?"

Douglas did not respond, but silently began to check his armor.

At this moment, Jerome has taken off his iconic Thor's hammer power armor and is only wearing a black nano combat suit.

He sat in front of a data terminal in the corner of the equipment warehouse, the blue light of the holographic projection casting fine lines on his resolute face.

The terminal continuously refreshed the navigation data and mission briefings, and his fingers tapped on the virtual keyboard from time to time.

"Expected arrival at Camino in 48 hours."

Jerome's voice was calm and steady, his eyes still fixed on the data stream, and he reminded all the brothers and sisters: "Just keep the armor on standby during this period, no additional training is required."

Having said that, he finally raised his head, his gaze passing through the translucent holographic projection and falling on Myron.

"Especially you, 1337." Jerome's mouth sank slightly, "Your 'luck' is a legend throughout Sparta. I don't want this disguised transport ship of the Investigation Department to encounter any accidents because of your curiosity."

Mellen, who had also completed the steps of disassembling Thor's hammer, was squatting next to his power armor. Upon hearing this, he immediately stood up and spread his hands exaggeratedly:

"God knows what I am talking about! I just want to go to the cafeteria to broaden my horizons. I heard that the food standards of the Investigation Department are very high."

Alice, whose muscles are much more exaggerated than Kohl's, was debugging the optical camouflage module of the armor and couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this.

Her short hair swayed slightly as she shook her head. She said, "Last time you said you were just going to take a look, but you accidentally smashed all the equipment in the Imperial Fists' training room. Fortunately, Commander Sigismund did not ask you to compensate, otherwise Dr. Halsey would be in debt again."

At this time, the automatic door of the equipment warehouse sensed the biological signal and slowly slid open to the left and right.

Leon walked in, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his right hand.

The rich aroma of coffee immediately spread throughout the equipment warehouse filled with a "mechanical" smell.

The agent glanced at the Spartans who were performing equipment maintenance, and nodded imperceptibly when he saw the neatly arranged power armors and the orderly working conditions.

"Just keep it like this." He took a sip of coffee. "The Prime Minister's Office in Kamino has confirmed our request for a visit and will arrange a special reception team."

As he spoke, Leon's gaze lingered on everyone's face for a moment, and he reminded them, "You just need to maintain normal vigilance and don't be overly nervous."

Myron immediately stepped forward, his tall figure casting a shadow in front of Leon.

"Sir." Myron's voice was full of curiosity, "Can the Kaminoans really clone clone soldiers that are stronger than our Empire at this stage?"

Leon did not answer immediately, but took another sip of coffee, letting the aroma spread in his mouth.

Noticing that the other Spartans, though seemingly absorbed in the task at hand, had their ears pricked up, he said:

"In theory, their cloning technology does have this potential."

Leon paused and looked up at Myron. "That's why you need to attend the negotiation fully armed, so that those cloning experts can see with their own eyes what a truly perfect masterpiece is. It's not a replica mass-produced on an assembly line, but a super soldier that has been tempered through thousands of trials."

After hearing Leon's "praise", the equipment room fell into a brief silence.

Douglas' fingertips gently stroked the bullet marks on the power armor. Cole's eyes fell on the sniper module she had modified. Even the most jumpy Myron calmed down for a rare moment, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

"We will not let the Empire down."

Jerome was the first to break the silence, his voice steady and powerful.

After Alice finished debugging the last module, she said softly, "The phrase 'hardening through thousands of times' is really appropriate."

Leon said with satisfaction: "You can move freely before the end of hyperspace travel."

He shook his empty coffee cup and said, "I suggest you go to the cafeteria to replenish your energy. Although the dishes and pastries are cooked and baked by service-oriented Terminators, they are definitely more sumptuous and delicious than the reception banquet on Kamino."

After saying that, Leon turned and left the equipment warehouse, and the automatic door closed silently behind him.

"Finally!" Myron jumped up and almost hit the low ceiling. "Let's go! Douglas! I'm so hungry that I can eat a bantha beast!"

Douglas shook his head helplessly, but still followed this funny guy to the cafeteria.

When walking through the corridor, Myron was like a new recruit on a ship for the first time, full of curiosity about every cabin. "Look at that!" He pointed at the emergency device on the wall, "Is it a new type of fire extinguishing system?"

"If you touch me," Douglas warned, "I'll shove you into the garbage disposal."

at the same time;

The morning sun shines through the stained glass windows of the Meditation Hall, casting mottled shadows in front of the golden throne.

Sui Yang sat on the throne, his black robe gleaming with dark golden patterns in the dim light.

Dorn's holographic image knelt on one knee, the Primarch's armor reflecting an illusory blue light. Ferrus, who was sleeping in his arms, was curled up in his swaddling clothes, his little hands unconsciously grasping a strand of his brother's cloak.

".That's all, father." Dorn's deep voice echoed in the hall, "Construction work on Tatooine and the various ministries has begun, and it is expected that the construction of the main defense nodes will be completed within three months."

Sui Yang's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne, making a dull metallic echo.

His eyes fell on his youngest son.

Ferrus' eyelashes fluttered slightly in his sleep, and the fluctuations of his innate psychic energy were like ripples on a calm lake.

"Very good." The Emperor's voice was like the echo of a distant mountain. "Continue to move forward according to the established plan. Be sure to complete the comprehensive integration of that universe in the shortest possible time."

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, "As for your brother."

Dorn's projection immediately understood and responded: "The Templars are ready to escort you. You can return to the main universe through the space gate within three Earth days at the latest."

"Go."

Sui Yang leaned back on the throne, and the shadow covered his face again.

Dorn's image bowed deeply, and then turned into countless blue light particles, which were slowly absorbed by the holographic device on the throne base.

The hall returned to silence, with only the sound of the burning eternal flame echoing under the dome.

Sui Yang looked through the high window at the blue sky outside the Imperial Palace.

In his vision, the fate of the Star Wars universe is gradually coming together.

Angron and the War Hounds will soon join the fray, and it won't be long before those rampaging Chaos Cultists and World Eaters traitors are torn to pieces.

In addition, Athena, Hera, Nirenhog, the Iron Wing Knight Company, and more than 40,000 Battle Knights and Battle Sisters will soon join up with part of the Word Bearers, Midnight Lords, and the reorganized mixed fleet of the Grey Knights.

According to various arrangements, the chaotic "resistance" of that universe will completely collapse within three years.

The light outside the window gradually grew stronger, and the emperor's shadow stretched out behind the throne. All the "chess pieces" were in place, and all that was needed now was time.

Besides
Sui Yang on the golden throne frowned slightly, and his psychic vision penetrated the dimensional barrier.

Although they were in different universes, the emotional fluctuations of Athena and Hera were still transmitted to his perception like ripples.

The former is restrained, while the latter hides "obsession".

This unusual spiritual resonance made him decide to immediately hint to Dorn to bring back Ferrus.

The eternal flame in the temple suddenly flickered.

As the supreme being who controls the destiny of mankind, Sui Yang is never bound by secular morality, but political considerations must be made with extreme caution.

Athena was able to act as a foster mother to the Primarch, but Hera was not.

The broken "golden crown" on Hera's head still shows her identity as the "Queen of Heaven", even if she is only a predecessor.

The King of Olympus, Zeus, who had long since fallen into chaos, was nothing more than a pathetic and hateful loser in the eyes of the Emperor, not even worthy of being compared.

The light reflected by the glazed windows moved slowly across the ground, illuminating the inscription carved at the foot of the throne steps - "For Humanity".

Sui Yang never cared about rumors, but he had to be aware of the psychological impact that each foster mother had on the Primarch and the trillions of people in the empire.

Let a former "God King" who fell into Chaos raise the children of the Emperor of Mankind? What kind of waves will this cause in the warp?
The most important thing is that he always regarded Hera as just a "tool that can use magic."

Athena does not need to bear the backlash of public opinion. After all, as the goddess of war who has resisted Chaos for thousands of years, Athena is capable of serving as the adoptive mother of the Primarch in terms of her image, reputation and personal strength.

But not now, at least Ferrus needs to be taken back to the Earth in the main universe and taken care of by him and Alexia.

After forty-eight hours;

When Ruizhou left hyperspace, the scene that suddenly unfolded outside the porthole was shocking.

Kamino, this ocean planet that seems to be shrouded in eternal rainstorms, is now "suspended" in the dark background of the universe, like a carefully carved crystal ball.

The boundless sea surface presents a strange luster under the illumination of the stars, as if the entire planet is wrapped in liquid mercury.

Ruizhou's sensors showed that 98.7% of the planet's surface was covered by ocean, and the only artificial buildings were scattered among the waves like pearls.

As the Ruizhou entered the atmosphere and continued sailing, the outline of the capital city of Tipoca gradually became clear.

This floating iron wonder is composed of hundreds of concentric platforms. The Archon Dome in the center flickers with cold light under the dark clouds. Dozens of elevated passages extend radially, with ant-like transport vehicles shuttling through them. The entire city is like a precisely functioning mechanical flower.

"The atmosphere has been tested and is suitable for human breathing." David's voice came from the cockpit, "However, the humidity has reached 93%. It is recommended to activate the environmental adaptation mode."

The transport began to descend, its hull shaking slightly as it passed through the thick cloud layer.

The raindrops hit the observation window like countless silver needles, and were torn into fine water mist by the high-speed airflow.

As the altitude gradually decreased, the details of the main landing platform became clearer.

The semicircular building has a diameter of about 500 meters, with blue navigation lights lined up on the edge and the platform surface is covered with anti-slip patterns.

More than twenty Kaminoans were already lined up waiting, their slender figures standing out in the rain.

These cloning experts all wore tight-fitting waterproof uniforms, their pale skin had a mother-of-pearl-like luster, and their conical heads tilted slightly forward, revealing the elegance and aloofness unique to this race.

The moment the landing gear touched the platform, the decompression device made a slight hissing sound.

The hatch opened, and a special smell of sea breeze poured into the cabin. This smell reminded Lyon of a rainy night in a coastal city, but there was no beach here, only an endless deep sea.

The figure standing at the front of the welcoming team took a step forward, his silver-gray robe motionless in the wind.

The Kaminoan raised his long thin fingers, and the movement caused all Kaminoans to bow slightly at the same time.

"Welcome to Kamino." Her voice was like the sound waves coming from a deep-sea communicator, clear but with a certain inhuman quality. "We look forward to meeting with representatives of the human empire."

(End of this chapter)