From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 602 At least this time it wasn't the vehicle that exploded first
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The researcher's fingers were suspended in mid-air, and the light blue blood vessels glowed slightly under the translucent skin at the joints.

He was stunned for a moment, then a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After all, this researcher had been conducting research without sleep for two consecutive Kamino days, and it was indeed beginning to affect his mental state.

"An illusion caused by excessive concentration."

He muttered to himself in the distinctive Kaminoan accent, his conical head shaking slightly.

As the chief geneticist of the area, he knew all too well the tricks of the dark side of the Force. Didn't the cases of temptation recorded in the Jedi files all begin with this kind of specious "gift"?

He closed his eyes slightly and took deep breaths like in Kamino.

His fingertips entered the clear command on the console, completely deleting the strange genetic sequence.

The moment the screen went off, the laboratory fell into a brief darkness, with only the blue light emitted by the deep-sea creatures outside the window flowing on the walls.

Slow down.

"It's time to rest."

The rational thinking unique to the Kaminoans has regained dominance. He believes that this is obviously an auditory hallucination caused by overuse of the brain, and it is time to have a good sleep to deal with the problem of auditory hallucinations.

After all, their race was designed to be extremely rational at the genetic level, and their emotional fluctuations usually do not exceed 15% of the baseline value.

Deep in another dimension, the "existence" that tried to seduce felt a rare frustration.

It has been "hovering" around this researcher for a long time, trying several different ways of seduction, and even revealing the "real" genetic secrets.

But this damn "fish-headed man" still blames it all on "work fatigue"?
"check it out."

The being in another dimension whispered again, this time projecting a dynamic genetic map directly onto the researcher's retina, and continued:

“The Secret of Immortality”

The researcher did not stop sorting out the clutter and did not even raise his head.

He locked the device into the quantum encryption cabinet with the precision of a robot.

"The Galactic Empire is already corrupt. The human empire cannot be trusted."

Seeing that the researcher was unmoved, the other party changed his strategy again, and his voice suddenly became solemn, "Join us, and Kamino will gain true freedom."

This time the researcher finally responded.

He pressed the disinfectant spray on the wall, letting the cleaner with a lemon-like scent fill the entire laboratory.

"It seems like I really need to apply for a vacation." He said to the air, his tone terrifyingly calm.

On the way to the airlock door, the researcher's thoughts were unusually clear.

He had read all the reports on the recent corruption outbreaks in the galaxy, especially the tragic situation on Coruscant that he had learned about through various channels, as well as the scenes of the mad and bloodthirsty stormtroopers who had been corrupted by Chaos.

If this evil force has extended its tentacles to Kamino
His pace suddenly quickened.

As a member of the Genetic Council, he has direct reporting authority to the Prime Minister.

Although Kamino claims to be neutral, it must be prepared in advance for threats that could endanger the entire race.

Their defense fleet is like a child's toy in front of the Galactic Empire, let alone against the dark forces that can corrupt reality.

The moment the airlock door opened, the researcher turned around and took a last look at the laboratory.

The existence seemed to have finally torn off its disguise, projecting a hideous illusion on the observation window, as if countless twisted clones were struggling in a sea of ​​blood.

"We'll see you later, little one!"

This time the voice no longer concealed malice.

The researcher's response was to press the emergency destroy button on the wall.

The high-voltage electric arc instantly filled the entire laboratory, and even the sea water outside the window was ionized to emit a blue light.

Then, the researcher immediately walked toward the surface of the sea.

On the transparent corridor leading to the Prime Minister's Office, the researcher opened the tablet he carried with him and began to draft an emergency plan.

The Kaminoans may be emotionally indifferent and seem to have no interest in anything except scientific research and cloning, but their determination to protect their homeland is stronger than any other race.

Two hours later, the city of Tipoca had completely sunk into the deep sea night.

Outside the curved viewing window of the top-floor suite, the originally bright deep-sea fluorescence now looks like diluted stardust, looming in the dark water.

Occasionally, giant deep-sea creatures swim by, their huge outlines casting flowing shadows in front of the window, like sea monsters in ancient mythology spying on the lights of the human world.

On the penthouse suite side, the Spartan warriors remained on tactical alert.

Douglas stood at the corner of the main passage like a steel sculpture. The passive scanning array of the Thor's Hammer power armor continued to operate, and on the screen interface inside the helmet, the environmental threat assessment data was refreshed like a waterfall.

The armored fingers are always pressed on the trigger guard of the exclusive Gauss rifle, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

Kouer occupied the corner, her figure blending perfectly with the decorative pillars, and the smart sight of the Gauss sniper rifle was always locked on the gap in the metal door of the elevator entrance.

Even Myron, who is usually the most active, was unusually silent. He leaned against the explosion-proof door of the west emergency passage, tapping the barrel of the smart machine gun with his fingertips rhythmically, as if he was calculating some beat that only he could understand, or he was making a rule and a bet for himself in his heart that he must maintain a certain rhythm, otherwise some kind of "big event" would occur.

In the suite with the best view, Leon had already fallen asleep.

There was an empty bottle of Camino Special on the suspended coffee table. The last few drops of the unique amber wine remained at the bottom of the glass, reflecting a hazy halo under the dim light.

In the next room, Bates was snoring loudly.

The former Temple guard obviously did not miss the opportunity for free drinks, and his iconic heavy blaster was casually hung on the artwork above the bed.

In stark contrast, in the work suite David and Lucy share.

Soft biorhythm lights illuminated the entire space. Lucy's electronic prosthetic eyes flickered with a faint blue light, and the retinal projection quickly scrolled the mission report that had just been sorted out.

Beside her, David's mechanical fingers danced on the holographic keyboard, transmitting the day's scan data through a quantum encryption channel to the Ruizhou docked outside.

The data streams intertwined into a blue light net in the holographic projection between them, reflecting the focused profiles of the two people.

Chirrut, who was also in the suite but meditating, suddenly opened his white blind eyes.

In the perception of the Force, some invisible ripples are disturbing the surrounding energy field.

This Force-sensitive person, whose physical fitness and use of the Force were infinitely close to that of a true Jedi Knight, stood up and left without any hesitation. He put on his black robe and freed his right hand, allowing the hilt of the lightsaber to fly silently into his palm.

After opening the door, Chirrut walked straight to the suite where Leon was, and the Spartans on guard did not stop him.

Without much speculation, we knew that this Force-sensitive person was going to wake up Leon and share the abnormality he felt. At the moment when Chirrut's fingers were about to touch Leon's door, the air in the entire suite seemed to suddenly solidify.

The unique low-frequency vibrations of the deep sea were transmitted through the reinforced glass, forming an eerie resonance with the hum of the elevator.

The sound was as subtle as the flapping of bees' wings at first, but it was infinitely amplified in the silent corridor.

A series of light metallic "clicking" sounds were immediately heard throughout the passage.

The Spartan warriors released their weapon safety almost at the same time, and the servo system of their Thor's Hammer power armor also emitted a low hum.

Douglas lowered his center of gravity, with his exclusive Gauss rifle firmly resting on the groove of his shoulder armor. Cole's sniper scope had locked onto the gap in the center of the elevator gate, while Myron silently blocked the flank retreat route.

Jerome and Alice stood not far in front of Chirrut.

The elevator door slowly opened with the sound of air pressure being released.

Terra Ko, the always elegantly behaved Genetic Archon of Kamino, now looked even paler and walked out quickly, followed by ten fully armed clone guards.

However, the clones' standard blaster rifles were all in safe mode, with the muzzles deliberately dropped at a forty-five-degree angle, which was a universal non-hostile posture.

Terra raised her slender hands high in the air, her long knuckles trembling slightly as if uncontrollably.

"I'm very sorry to bother you at this time."

Her voice had lost its usual calmness, and there was a noticeable tightness in her throat. "But the situation is extremely urgent. The Prime Minister requests an emergency meeting with Mr. Kennedy immediately."

The biological scanning interface in Douglas' helmet flashed rapidly.

The imaging showed that the Kaminoan's hormone levels had soared, his pupils had dilated beyond normal, and the energy readings of the weapons of the clone soldiers, who were equipped with equipment similar to that of the Terran elves, had all returned to zero.

This is not a disguise, but a real state of panic.

Chirrut's blind eyes moved, and before he knew it, his unique lightsaber was in his calloused hands, but he had not yet activated it.

In the perception of this Force-sensitive person, a kind of sticky darkness was spreading.

"The darkness is surging." He whispered to Jerome, "Maybe the other party has also sensed something, or has smelled the scent of death."

As if to confirm this statement, Leon's door suddenly slid open.

The elite agent, who should have been drunk, now had eyes as clear as a knife, and the custom-made pistol in his hand glowed coldly under the corridor lights.

There were still stains of Kamino wine on the collar of his shirt, but his whole state was like a taut bowstring.

"It looks like the deep-sea tour will have to be rescheduled." Leon's voice was calm.

His eyes swept over Terra Coe's facial expressions and the group of clone soldiers, and continued:

"Tell me, Archon, what could have caused the Kaminoans to lose their composure so late at night?"

Terra Ko took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, she responded in a tone unique to Kamino:

"Our underwater cloning facility has been contaminated by some unknown source. Thirty-seven culture chambers have lost contact in a short period of time. The surveillance footage shows..."

She paused. "The culture medium has transformed into some kind of living substance. The Prime Minister believes this may be the same kind of corruption that befell the Galactic Empire."

The emergency lights in the corridor suddenly flickered, and Terra's voice unconsciously lowered: "The contaminated clones are recombining their DNA sequences. We urgently need your experience in dealing with such abnormal events."

Leon's eyes froze slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He nodded slightly and said, "No problem."

Almost at the same time, the sliding door of the workshop opened silently.

David and Lucy walked out quickly, their expressions solemn, and it was obvious that the conversation in the corridor had been captured by the surveillance system.

Lucy's cybernetic eye flickered and quickly glanced at Terra Ko and her guards, as if assessing the situation.

David has been investigating the real-time surveillance footage of the Kamino deep-sea facility through his electronic eyes.

"Where's Bates?" Leon asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, Jerome responded: "He is still in a deep sleep, and his vital signs are stable."

Leon nodded again and said jokingly: “Then let him continue to sleep. Anyway, if there is an emergency, he will wake up faster than anyone else.”

Then he turned to David and Lucy and ordered, "Return to the Ruizhou immediately and report the situation here to your superiors. At the same time, contact the nearest Thousand Sons. We need their support, immediately."

"Yes, sir."

The two responded in unison.

Lucy also added: "I have completed the preliminary analysis of the pollution data shared by the Kaminoans and uploaded it to the encrypted channel. Jedda's Biological Department and the Inquisition will give priority to it."

Leon nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Chirrut and said, "Friend, are you interested in going with me to meet the Prime Minister of the Kaminoans?"

The blind "guide" smiled slightly, and gently stroked the hilt of the lightsaber with his fingers: "Where the darkness surges, the Force will guide the way. I am happy to do so."

Terra Ko's tense expression relaxed slightly. She quickly made a gesture, signaling the guards to make way, and said:
"Please follow me. The elevator is ready."

A group of people entered the spacious elevator cabin and the gate closed silently.

As the elevator began to operate, the transparent outer wall of the deep-sea city-state rapidly "pulled in" into view.

Terra Ko stood in the corner, the sadness on his face could be noticed at a glance even by a race other than humans.

"Archon, relax." Leon's voice was low and steady. "The Empire has dealt with worse situations than this."

Terra took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Kennedy, have you seen the devastation on Coruscant?"

"I've read the report."

"Then you should understand my fear." Terra's voice almost trembled, "We Kaminoans have devoted our lives to the perfection of genetic technology, and now, something is distorting our creations. I don't want Kamino to become the next Coruscant."

Chirrut's blind eyes moved slightly, as if sensing some invisible fluctuations. "Fear breeds darkness, Archon. Only calmness can see the truth."

Leon nodded. "If the situation worsens, our fleet will intervene at the first opportunity. The Human Empire will not sit idly by."

Terra's tense shoulders relaxed a little: "Thank you for your assurance."

The elevator continued to descend and finally stopped in the deep area where the Prime Minister's Office was located.

Leon took a step forward, but couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart——

He had long known that his luck was too "weird" and that accidents occurred almost wherever he went. This time it was Kamino's cloning facility that was contaminated.

But fortunately, at least it was not the Ruizhou that exploded first this time.
(End of this chapter)