From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 674 "Here, the souls of all intelligent races can find a common frequency."

Soon after, Dorn stood like a mountain before the observation window, his heavy, custom-made armor outlined in starlight with a cold, hard silhouette.

Beneath the visor, the eyes reflected the light of the distant fleet, like two flames that would never be extinguished.

Behind him, the bridge was a scene of bustling activity and orderly activity, with Imperial Fists wearing light power armor rapidly operating their respective control panels.

Tactical officers gathered around the holographic sand table, their fingers tracing the projected defense array. The communication array continuously received encrypted messages from various star sectors, and the blue light of the data stream flowed across the metal deck.

Various sounds intertwined—

The hum of the servo system, the static of the holographic device, and the officers' concise and powerful reports together compose the "daily battle song" of Imperial Fist.

In the reflection of the observation window, Aoi can be seen walking towards the center console, her silver-white armor shimmering with a moonlit glow as she moves.

She reached out and lightly touched the control panel, and a complex star map immediately unfolded in the air, marking the routes of all the refugee fleets heading towards Ma Sara.

“The third batch of Protoss refugees will arrive in seven hours.” Her voice echoed across the bridge. “It includes three High Templars and their escort fleet, and Governor Corey Tower from Kales has confirmed that they will bring the complete library.”

Dorn nodded slightly, and the armor's servo system emitted a deep, resonant sound.

He turned to the main control panel, his enormous hand hovering above the tactical hologram: "Notify the orbital defense array to enter level two alert status. Any unidentified ships must undergo a full scan outside the warning line."

His voice, like steel being tempered in a furnace, carried an undeniable authority: "We will offer protection, but we will never let our guard down."

Outside the bridge, another batch of Protoss ships completed faster-than-light travel. Their golden hulls gleamed in the starlight, like a flock of giant metal birds returning to their nest, flying towards the safe wings of the human empire.

November 7, 0050 of the Imperial Calendar, Mar-Salar Surface, New City, Star Harbor District.

The morning light pierced through the thin atmosphere, casting long, thin shadows on the metal deck of the Starport.

More than a dozen Protoss transport ships were moored in the landing area, their elegant, streamlined hulls bearing ancient runes that were gradually dimming as their engines cooled.

Beneath the gangway of each ship stood a large number of fully armed inspection personnel—

Elven mages clad in silver-white armor, Imperial Jedi Knights in black robes, and Imperial Fists equipped with the latest scanning technology.

"Seventh landing clearance confirmed." The announcement from the Starport control tower echoed through the morning mist. "All personnel remain on alert."

At this moment, Aoi Lothrian had already left Dorn's side and was standing on the central observation platform. Her figure in the morning light was like a silver sword drawn from its sheath, and the runes on her elven armor flickered with her breath, subtly resonating with the psionic matrix laid out beneath her feet.

She maintained real-time contact with the Imperial-class battleship in orbit via an encrypted communication channel.

“The surface scanner is negative,” she said into the communicator, her voice as crisp as ice crystals colliding. “But we recommend extending the monitoring period.”

Inside the bridge of the Emperor-class battleship, Dorn stood in front of the holographic sand table on the control panel.

He watched the real-time footage transmitted from the surface of Mar-Salah, each data stream being broken down into tactical information on the display screen inside his visor.

"Extension approved for thirty-six hours." Dorn's voice came through the communication network, carrying its distinctive metallic quality. "All Protoss who have not been tested and whose status cannot be confirmed are restricted to the quarantine zone."

Meanwhile, a large number of onlookers had gathered outside the cordon surrounding Star Harbor.

Refugees from different planets crowded at the front, while a veteran who had lost his right arm suddenly spat into the quarantine area.

“Mouthless monsters!” he roared, his mutilated limbs flailing in the air. “They killed my brothers at the satellite station! Just because it was suspected of being invaded by Zerg!”

The clone soldiers responsible for maintaining order, dressed in trench coat-like armor, immediately stepped forward, but did not use violence; they simply formed a human wall with their bodies.

This restraint only fueled the anger of more people, and curses rose and fell.

Behind these angry crowds, the Sanhri clan from Universe Zero 8 (Halo), the elites, observed from a safe distance.

Their light gray skin gleamed with a healthy sheen in the sunlight, and their lip-like jaws swayed gently as they talked.

“Look at the neural cord structure of those guys.”

An elite officer on leave said in a thick, guttural voice, "Doesn't it look like the underground vines of the planet Bountiful?"

His adjutant shook his head slightly and said, "It doesn't seem like it, and those glowing crystals... I've never seen anything like them in any ancient texts."

Inside the cordon, the testing work is at a critical stage.

An elderly Protoss stood in the center of the psionic scanning matrix, and his neural cords suddenly exhibited peculiar interference patterns in the detection beam.

The elven mage in charge of the operation suddenly frowned, and the psionic staff in his hand immediately switched to alert mode.

"Chaotic echo detected." The elf's voice broadcasted throughout the entire starport. "Deep scan protocol activated."

Twelve spherical generators immediately rose into the air, forming a geometric barrier around the consul.

The Imperial Fists on the periphery immediately changed formation, the sound of bolters being cocked like the buzzing of bees. Aoi leaped down from the observation platform, his silver boots making no sound on the metal ground.

“Don’t panic.” She held up her silvery hand. “This is just a precaution.”

Inside the bridge, Dorn was monitoring the situation on the surface from multiple perspectives. On the display screen of his visor, psionic readings from elven mages, Force perception from Jedi Knights, and scan data from technicians were constantly being updated.

"Transfer the Aberrant Protoss in this area to the B7 quarantine zone," he commanded, while simultaneously pulling up the starport's architectural blueprints. "Activate Level 4 biosecurity protocol."

As the order was given, the muffled hum of machinery emanated from the underground of the starport, and a large number of hidden gun emplacements rose from below the deck.

At the same time, the walls of the quarantine zone began to release a pale blue energy barrier, completely isolating the Protoss refugees from the outside world.

"Public sentiment is deteriorating," the intelligence officer on the bridge reported. "Variations of violent tendencies have been detected in the Northwest District."

Dorn's visor turned to another monitor screen.

There, a group of residents dressed in worker uniforms confronted clone soldiers, their angry shouts even penetrating the audio filters of the surveillance equipment.

It seems that these residents are very unhappy about the arrival of the Protoss.

In response, Dorn had no time or inclination to reform the system to quell the people's anger, and could only issue an order first:
“Deploy swarms of arbitrator drones and use non-lethal repression protocols.”

Upon receiving the order, a large number of black drones immediately flew out of the hidden hatches in the new city, forming an array like a flock of migrating birds.

As the swarm of drones swept over the crowd, the released tranquilizer mist shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, quickly calming the restless crowd, who collapsed to the ground one after another.

Then, medical personnel, escorted by the trauma team, transferred these people to a safe area for recuperation.

On the other side of the starport, the testing continued. Aoi personally oversaw the deep scan of the aberrant Protoss.

The elven mages formed a complex array, their psionic energy coiling around the celestial elder like silver threads.

"It's confirmed to be a false positive," the chief elven mage finally announced. "The abnormal readings are due to residual psionic energy in its armor; immediate disinfection measures are recommended."

Aoi nodded and said, "Report to the Primarch that the alert for this area is temporarily lifted, and the existing standard monitoring can be maintained."

In low Earth orbit, Dorn quickly received a report from Aeoyi.

His armored fingers swept across the holographic interface, bringing up data on the next batch of Protoss ships waiting to land. In another monitoring screen, the seventh district of New City could be seen rapidly expanding, with numerous apartment cabins suitable for Protoss habitation arranged like a neat honeycomb.

"Protoss citizens who have completed the inspection are to proceed with the standard resettlement procedures." Dorn also ordered, "Maintain psionic spot checks every three days."

As the star rose higher, the metal deck of the starport began to reflect a blinding light.

A new day has just begun, but Ma Sara's trials are far from over.

November 11, 0050 of the Imperial Calendar, Mar-Salar Surface, New City, District 11.

At dawn, under the pale blue sky, the buildings of District 7 were faintly visible in the morning mist.

These dwellings, specially designed for the Protoss, feature a hexagonal honeycomb structure and are covered with a crystal coating that changes with temperature, currently shimmering like morning dew.

At the top of each residential unit extend slender, nerve-like interface towers, like the arms of pilgrims reaching towards the sky, maintaining a constant connection with the pure psionic network that pervades the entire Ma Sara.

The Protoss refugees who have completed registration have moved in in an orderly manner.

Their figures moved silently through the corridors, the Kedarin crystals at the ends of their nerve cords swaying gently with each step, leaving fleeting blue streaks of light in the air.

The older consuls gathered in the central Resonance Plaza, their eyes closed in meditation, forming a complex psionic network, clearly adapting to the unique frequency under the protection of the Golden Throne.

"The psionic resonance index has reached the expected value of 92%."

An elf monitor in a white robe reported softly, her data panel projecting constantly fluctuating psionic waveforms: "The adaptation period has been shortened by 17 hours compared to the expected timeframe."

Aeoyi Losrian stood before the arched floor-to-ceiling window at the top of the monitoring tower, his silver-white armor blending seamlessly with the morning light.

She lightly touched the floating holographic panel with her fingertips, bringing up the three-dimensional structure diagram of the seventh area.

In the image, tens of thousands of blue dots represent the settled Protoss inhabitants, whose psionic network is forming a perfect harmonic resonance with the Imperial Sanctuary.

Then, Aoi's gaze fell on the isolation zone at the edge of the seventh district.

There stood a semi-transparent energy curtain, clearly separating the Protoss residential area from the human community, specifically from the human community of the 18th Universe (StarCraft).

On the other side of the curtain wall, several early-rising human children were standing on tiptoe, peering out with curious eyes following the occasional passing Protoss figures.

This deliberate isolation is a helpless measure taken after the recent riots.

Memories flashed through Aoi's mind like holograms—

The marchers held up electronic signs that read "Blood for blood," and their angry shouts nearly shattered the shop windows in the commercial district. An old soldier, whose legs were crippled due to the Protoss' indiscriminate burning of his planet, sat in a hovering wheelchair, holding up a charred family photo with his mechanical arm.
"lady?"

At that moment, a gentle call from an elven servant pulled Aoi back to reality.

Outside the window, a squad of Imperial Fist warriors patrolled along the cordon, their yellow titanium power armor resembling mobile fortresses in the morning sun.

The sergeant leading the team suddenly stopped, his visor turning to a corner where two human teenagers were trying to chisel a crack in the energy wall with simple tools.

In response, the Imperial Fist sergeant deliberately maintained a gentle tone and coaxed the two human boys away.

Aeoyi could only shake his head helplessly.

Meanwhile, in near-Earth orbit, on the bridge of an Imperial-class battleship, Dorn was reviewing the final report on the compensation plan.

A holographic projection unfolded in front of him, showing the "Dawn Community" under expansion in the northeast corner of the new city.

There, upgraded housing will be provided for human residents suffering because of the Protoss. The apartment buildings in the image are in a classic style, with each unit featuring a panoramic balcony and a private ecological garden, contrasting sharply with the clean geometric aesthetics of the Seventh District.

"The compensation standard will be increased by 30%." Dorn's finger swept across a certain number, and he instructed the adjutant beside him, "Especially for those with limb disabilities, all of them should be equipped with the latest model of nerve prostheses."

"Yes, father."

Suddenly, the display screen in front of him lit up with a red warning.

On the screen, a team of Protoss craftsmen are building some kind of prismatic structure on the west side of the Seventh Sector, and the design drawings clearly show the style of the Kales Sanctuary.

"An unregistered building has been found in Sector B7," the intelligent AI's voice announced. "Preliminary scan indicates it is a psionic amplifier."

Dorn zoomed in on the image and saw that the surfaces of the prisms were etched with a modified Imperial dragon emblem, strangely blended with the Protoss runes.

This is clearly an attempt to combine the human empire with the Protoss tradition.

"Construction may continue," Dorn finally ordered after observing for a while, "but four more Jedi Knights will be sent to monitor the entire process."

"Yes, Primarch."

Upon receiving the instructions, the intelligent AI immediately relayed the order to the Jedi Knights on the surface of Mar-sala.

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In the seventh district of New City, the Protoss craftsmen's work is nearing completion.

Twelve 30-meter-high crystal prisms stand tall in the newly built square, forming a perfect circle.

When the midday sun shines through the prism, a dragon pattern composed of light patterns appears on the ground, while its wings take on the shape of the Protoss's unique neural cords.

“We call it the ‘Sanctuary of Resonance’.”

A Protoss architect, speaking in broken Chinese, explained to the supervising Jedi, “Here, the souls of all intelligent races can find a common frequency.”

Upon hearing this, a Jedi Knight closed his eyes and sensed the crystal prisms, and indeed found that they were vibrating in a unique way.

After being reprogrammed, the psionic energy of the Imperial Sanctuary carried the pure fluctuations unique to the Protoss. This fusion was so harmonious that the air around the plaza emitted a faint golden-blue halo.
(End of this chapter)