From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 603 "Ah Slave of the Force."

At the end of the corridor, a huge door was sliding open to the left and right.

The intricately carved genetic spiral emblem on the door, each line of which demonstrates the Kaminoans' supreme pursuit of genetic engineering.

As the gap in the door gradually widened, a special smell mixed with disinfectant and deep-sea minerals blew in.

The room was brightly lit, and what appeared before everyone's eyes was a tall and straight-figured Camino woman.

The years have left traces on the other's light gray skin, but have failed to weaken the innate elegance. Only in the depths of those eyes without whites, there is a flash of worry that is difficult to conceal.

"Mr. Kennedy." Her voice was steady, and she stretched out her slender right hand. "Thank you for coming in time. I am the current Prime Minister of the United City-State of Kamino, Su'er Yi."

"This is our duty."

Lyon also raised his hand to shake the other party's, and could feel the slight tremor coming from the prime minister's palm, which was the suppressed tension.

Let go.

Sur Yi turned to face the central holographic projection platform and tapped the control interface with his slender fingers.

As she moved, the holographic device was activated, and light blue light intertwined into a web in the air.

"Time is running out, please read this."

With a swipe of Sur Yi's wrist, the real-time monitoring images of the thirty-seven culture chambers instantly unfolded in the room. Each projection emitted a sickly blue light, making the entire room look like a deep-sea tomb.

The scene shown by the other party made Lyon's expression gradually solemn.

Those clones that were supposed to be sleeping in the nutrient solution were now undergoing horrifying mutations.

Muscle tissue wriggles as if alive, and bones twist and grow at unnatural angles.

The clone in a culture chamber suddenly turned its swollen head, and four blood-red cracks appeared where the eye sockets should be. In another chamber, the clone's spine broke through the skin and stretched into strange fan-shaped bone spurs in the nutrient solution.

Leon frowned slightly. The images before him perfectly matched the files provided by the Inquisition in his memory.

No test reports are needed, the conclusion has already been reached: these clones have been corrupted by the chaotic psionic energy of the subspace, gradually transforming into abominable "Chaos Eggs".

Leon was silent for a moment, then said firmly: "Someone in your tribe must have been corrupted by Chaos and is trying to expand the scope of the pollution."

Sur Yi nodded and responded: "You are right. Two hours ago, one of our gene sequence researchers took the initiative to report an anomaly. He claimed to have heard some kind of 'whisper'. The other party promised to provide genetic secrets that surpass Kamino's current technology."

Her voice was filled with suppressed anger. "Fortunately, the researcher kept his wits about him and chose to report it, but now that corruption has appeared."

"That means there are others who chose to conceal it." Leon took over her words and cast his eyes on the twisted clones. "The temptation of chaos never acts alone. It always corrupts the weak-willed first, and then infects the entire group through them."

"Mr. Kennedy, how much time do you think we have?"

Leon did not answer immediately. After a few seconds, he replied: "The human empire has long been aware of the chaos fluctuations around the Kamino star field, and has already prepared corresponding countermeasures. A fleet belonging to our Thousand Sons Legion will arrive within twelve hours at the latest."

Hearing this, Sur Yi seemed a little surprised, but quickly regained his composure.

As the Prime Minister of Kamino, she knew better than anyone that the arrival of the Human Empire's fleet meant that the Kaminoans' previous "cooperative relationship" with the other side would soon become a "vassal relationship."

After all, if the Human Empire provides protection, they will completely lose their originally relatively independent regime.

However, after analyzing the data and intelligence obtained in these days, the Human Empire and the Galactic Empire are much better.

Although it is the same "hegemonism", the Human Empire must first ensure the livelihood of its people, rather than being as violent as the Galactic Empire.

So Sur Yi nodded and said, "Then I'll leave it to you, the Human Empire, for now, Mr. Kennedy."

"Ah."

Lyon nodded and turned his gaze to Chirrut Ingwe who was standing beside him, and said, "Before the fleet arrives, we need to find out the traitor hiding among you."

The blind master of the Force seemed to sense something and nodded slightly.

His rough fingers gently stroked the hilt of the lightsaber, and his white eyes slowly closed. The light in the room seemed to dim, and an invisible pressure filled the air.

The Force flowed through his perception like the undercurrent of the deep sea.

Those contaminated culture chambers looked like festering wounds in the perception field, emitting a foul dark mist.

But what is more concerning is that somewhere within this facility, there is another, similar corruption, but more hidden.

Chirrut's brows knitted slightly, and his voice seemed to come from far away:
"In addition to these twisted clones, there is another dark haze. It is not in the laboratory, but in..." Chirrut's blind eyes stared in a certain direction, "in the living area. Someone is actively accepting this corruption."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became more serious.

Leon ordered Jerome: "Jerome, lead the Spartans and cooperate with Master Yingwei to eliminate the pollution source."

"Yes, sir."

Jerome's voice came through the helmet, dull and cold.

Sur E quickly pulled up a holographic map and shared its data with the Spartans. He pointed to an area and drew a red circle:

"This is where our senior researchers live. If the Corruptors are hiding there, they will most likely try to contact the main gene bank."

"Then there is even less time to delay, Prime Minister. I need you to immediately block access to all genetic databases and prepare isolation protocols. If the situation gets out of control, we must ensure that corruption does not spread through the cloning template."

Sur Yi nodded without hesitation and turned to give orders to the guards beside him.

Then, Chirrut and the five Spartans left the Prime Minister's Office and headed quickly towards the target area according to the instructions on the thumbnail map on the helmet screen.

As for Lyon, he stayed here.

After all, the Spartans were assisting in this operation, so he naturally didn't need to go into battle himself.

Chirrut and the others moved quickly along the deep corridor.

Jerome and Douglas walked in the front, followed closely by Chirrut, relying on the Force to guide the direction. Alice and Kohl were on guard on both sides respectively, while Myron was responsible for the rear to ensure safety.

They followed the thumbnail map on the helmet screen, passed through several security gates, and finally arrived at the living area of ​​the Kaminoans.
That is, a "large indoor city" built in the deep sea.

Outside the towering transparent dome is an endless dark deep sea, with occasional giant glowing creatures swimming by, casting dark blue shadows.

The streets are not paved on the "ground", but are stacked and interlaced in the form of suspended platforms, connected by transparent bridges.

The small hovercraft shuttled silently along the set route in an orderly manner without a trace of chaos.

The architectural lines here are cold and hard. Each building seems to be carved out of the same mold, with even the spacing between the windows being exactly the same.

There are no vendors, no chatting pedestrians, and even no unnecessary decorations on the street.

There are only necessary signage and holographic road signs.

The lives of the Kaminoans, like their genetic technology, pursue absolute efficiency and order.

It was late at night and the whole city was in silence. Almost all the windows were dark and the streets were almost empty.

The people of Kamino strictly adhere to a regular schedule. There is no so-called "night life" and there are no entertainment venues with bright lights and wine.

The whole area was eerily quiet.

When the Spartans stepped into this place, they found that Kamino's clone guards had already taken action in secret.

Hidden cordons were set up at some entrances to the streets, and a large number of fully armed clone guards stood in the shadows to ensure that no unauthorized persons entered by mistake.

Most residents near the target apartment building have been secretly evacuated, and the perimeter of the entire building is extremely quiet, as if it has been abandoned.

Jerome confirmed in a low voice on the communication channel: "The area has been blocked."

Chirrut nodded slightly, his Force senses already picking up the uncomfortable dark fluctuations, like a sticky mist, lingering around a particular floor of the apartment building.

"The upper levels," he whispered, pointing his finger upwards. "Corruption is gathering there."

Without saying anything, the Spartans immediately formed a tactical formation and headed towards the target apartment building.

The automatic door slid open silently as they approached. The lighting system inside was dimmed to minimum brightness due to emergency protocol, and an eerie dark blue hue filled the corridor.

They chose to take the emergency stairs.

The sound-dampening function of the Thor's Hammer armor made the footsteps of their magnetic boots almost inaudible.

Chirrut walked in the middle of the team, his breathing steady, but the hilt of his lightsaber clenched in his hand.

As they approached the target floor, a certain "weight" in the air seemed to increase.

Douglas's screen scan showed that the surrounding temperature was dropping abnormally, and even tiny water droplets condensed on the walls, which was an extremely abnormal phenomenon.

Moreover, after the battle of Tatooine, the Spartans all knew about the power of chaos, especially when psychic power was used, the surrounding temperature would drop sharply.

"The bio-readings are anomalous."

Kohler's voice rang out over the communication channel. Her sniper rifle had been adjusted to close-range combat mode. "There is life response at the end of the corridor ahead, but the vital signs are distorted."

Jerome raised his hand to signal the team to stop. The scan results on the helmet screen showed that there was indeed a living signal behind the door of the target apartment, but its physiological characteristics had deviated from the standard template of the Kaminoans.

Muscle density is abnormally high, but body temperature is unreasonably low.

Chirrut's blind eyes opened slightly, and his white pupils seemed to penetrate the metal door and look directly into the darkness inside.

"It can no longer be considered a 'person'," Chirrut agreed.

Needless to say, Jerome and the others understood that what was behind the door had long been completely corrupted by Chaos.

The Spartans silently adjusted their positions, and after confirming that all gun safety devices were released at the same time, they pointed their guns steadily at the door.

Chirrut took a deep breath, holding the hilt of his lightsaber across his chest, his thumb resting lightly on the activation button.

The next second, Jerome raised his hand and punched the door lock.

boom--! !

The metal door twisted and cracked under Jerome's gauntlets, and the hinges groaned in pain as they could not bear the weight.

However, the moment he stepped into the house, a strange pressure suddenly descended upon him.

The gravity field seemed to be distorted. Jerome felt his body lighten, and then he was "nailed" to the ceiling by some invisible force.

Thor's hammer's servo system issued a sharp overload alarm, the power joints vibrated violently under the abnormal gravity, the screen in the helmet flickered wildly, the dynamic detection system failed, and the pulse scan feedback showed a chaotic noise.

What's even more terrifying is that thick black fog seeps out from every corner of the room, swallowing up all the light in the blink of an eye.

From the perspective of everyone outside the door, Jerome seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness.

The captain's life signal on everyone's screen suddenly turned into a red warning.

"Jerome?!" Douglas growled in the communication channel, but only heard the hissing sound of interference.

Myron immediately raised the Gauss smart machine gun, but Kohl reached out to stop him. In an unknown psychic-contaminated area, blind firing might trigger a more terrible chain reaction.

Just as the Spartans were in a brief stalemate——

Om-! !

The humming sound of the lightsaber and the emerald green plasma beam broke through the darkness, illuminating the solemn face of the blind master.

"Leave it to me." Chirrut's voice was as calm as the deep sea, but it carried unquestionable power.

The light blade drew a perfect arc, and the blind master stepped into the realm of chaos.

The moment he stepped over the threshold, the sticky black mist pounced on him like a living thing, but the moment it touched the lightsaber, it made a sizzling sound.

Chirrut flipped his wrist, and the blade of light danced in ancient sword style, and the emerald energy trails weaved a purifying web in the darkness.

Behind the cut mist, Jerome was struggling in an upside-down position on the ceiling.

In the center of the room, a deformed humanoid was floating in an anti-gravity field.

Its once pristine white Kamino robes were now stained with suspicious slime, its head swollen to three times its normal size, nine asymmetrical blue eyes cracked across the surface of its skull.

When it noticed the glow of the lightsaber, all its eyeballs shrank at the same time, and the cracked corners of its mouth extended all the way to its ears.

"Ah slave of the force."

Chirrut ignored the blasphemy.

His lightsaber suddenly flew out of his hand, and under the control of the Force, it rotated and cut off three suspended "tentacles".

As the "tentacles" broke, the black fog completely dissipated, revealing an eight-pointed star symbol drawn in blood on the wall.

It seemed that it was this mark of chaos that distorted the laws of physics in the entire room.

"Knowledge is the ladder to truth." The deformed guy spoke in three tones at the same time, with subspace energy wrapped around his swollen fingers. "I saw the other side of the genetic sea-"

but.
Buzz! With a sound, a green light flashed.

By the time the lightsaber returned to Chirrut's hand, the mutant head had already slid down the scar.

What spurted out from the broken neck was not blood, but some kind of black fluid sparkling with "starlight". The deformed body, without the support of the head, fell heavily to the ground.

"Back off!"

Chirrut shouted a warning to Jerome who was staggering to his feet, and swung his lightsaber at the eight-pointed star mark.

When the lightsaber finally pierced through the core of the mark, the entire building trembled, and all the remaining black mist, along with the body of the deformed guy, were sucked back into the symbol like a reverse video. Then the bloodstains on the wall began to fade away on their own, as if an invisible hand was wiping away the stains.
(End of this chapter)