Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

Temporary command post on the deck of the Voyager.

This was originally a VIP banquet hall.

At the time of the disaster, a grand banquet was being held.

Countless wealthy merchants and nobles from civilizations across this galaxy gathered together.

People clinked glasses and celebrated the wedding of a newlywed couple.

Until a nobleman with an unpleasant expression suddenly burst open in the crowd like a balloon…

Green blood splattered everywhere, spreading outwards amidst the panicked crowd.

However, those events occurred more than eighty years ago.

The ornate chandelier has long been removed and replaced with a few constantly flashing emergency lights.

The long table was pushed aside, covered with a three-dimensional structural diagram of the Faraway, with dozens of magnetic chess pieces representing the distribution of troops scattered around.

  

Cass had lost count of how many meetings he had attended that day.

Or perhaps, this is simply a continuation of the previous meeting.

The timer on the wall kept ticking.

But fewer and fewer people are sitting at the tables.

Someone died in battle.

Someone has gone missing.

Some people saw him again after leaving the meeting room.

He had already begun to express his gratitude to his kind father.

A long silence fell over the room.

Finally, a staff officer, looking down at the data panel in his hand, broke the silence.

"The third line of ammunition is expected to last for another eight hours."

"We must retake back the arsenal... or the warehouse area."

Another quartermaster put down the data board.

"Our food reserves can only last for seven days. If we continue to accept refugees..."

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

Because everyone knows the answer later.

Cass leaned back in his chair.

His young face was full of fatigue.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The imperial officer's insignia on the chest of the uniform was covered in stains.

He reached up and rubbed his temples.

"What about personnel statistics?"

No one answered.

He looked up and his gaze swept across the entire conference room.

"I'm asking you."

"What about personnel statistics?"

The quartermaster kept his head down.

"It's not... finished yet."

Cass suddenly chuckled.

"The general issued this order as soon as chaos erupted."

"We need to know how many soldiers we have left, how many loyal citizens of the Empire we have."

"Only then can we decide whether to continue holding our ground or launch a counterattack to retake lost territory."

"Now."

"Can anyone tell me how much time has passed?"

No one dared to answer.

The report that should have been on the table within hours of the order being issued.

But to this day, it still hasn't appeared.

Cass slowly stood up.

Place both hands on the table.

The voice no longer conveyed much emotion.

"After I took over the general's duties, I issued a total of twenty-seven orders."

"Those that are actually implemented."

"The only way is to block all paths leading to the upper levels."

He gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"But even if I don't give this order..."

"Those soldiers who were already terrified would block the door themselves."

The meeting room fell silent once again.

Nobody knew what else to say.

Make bricks without straw.

They are already the best group of managers on the entire Voyager.

Cass graduated from the Imperial Regular Officers Academy.

Among the staff officers around him, some were graduates of the fleet academy, and others were veteran officers who had followed the merchants and wanderers for decades.

They are loyal.

They are smart.

They were willing to fight to the last moment for the emperor.

But being clever can't solve all problems.

The Voyager was ultimately an Imperial ship.

Even though the traveling merchants were considered one of the most enlightened groups in the entire empire.

They are willing to use alien technology.

Willing to hire technicians from other races.

They were even willing to let other races help them handle some matters on their ships.

However, the ship's management system still originated from the empire.

Cumbersome.

slow.

Bloated.

An order must go through layers of approval.

A report needs to go through several departments.

But by the time it's actually delivered to the command table...

Many of the people who handled the cases before us are already dead.

Just then.

The communications officer took off his headphones.

"Still can't contact the ship owner, Mr. Cass..."

"I think we should be prepared."

Cass did not look up.

"What are you preparing?"

"Ready..."

The communications officer ultimately failed to get his words out.

Even if he didn't say it, Cass could guess what he wanted to say.

That bastard never has any good news coming out of his mouth.

The moment chaos descended.

It wasn't just the ship owner who went missing.

And most of the ship's senior management.

The monsters appeared too suddenly and unexpectedly.

Meanwhile, the traitors who had been lurking on the ship also began to act.

Someone detonated explosives in the crowd.

Someone cut off communications.

Someone opened the isolation chamber door.

Spies from other traveling merchants and wanderers.

They used the chaos created by the Chaos to carry out assassinations.

They succeeded time and time again.

Then it disappeared.

Until now.

Cass can still remember it clearly.

The general was covered in blood and collapsed in his arms.

That hateful Eldar assassin.

It almost brushed past his shoulder.

The blade sliced ​​open the commander's throat.

By the time he raised his gun, the other person had already disappeared into the crowd.

Cass slowly clenched his fist.

"Damn traitor."

"A bastard who would seek revenge against a tiger."

"And these alien races."

"Every single one of them should—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Because he suddenly remembered.

There was also a person from another race in the conference room.

The woman from the Titanic tribe standing by the wall did not respond to his words.

She held the long sword, like a statue.

Cass coughed lightly.

"No offense intended, Miss Saswui."

The woman from the Titanic tribe nodded slightly.

"You don't need to worry about me."

"I have only one responsibility."

"Protect my employer."

I followed her gaze.

On the other side of the conference room.

The chubby businessman was arguing incessantly with Cass's adjutant.

"You must send troops! My escort ships are nearby!"

"If you just get me there, we can leave this place!"

"There's no point in staying on the Faraway!"

The adjutant was sweating profusely from his words.

But it's not good to directly turn against them.

Cass watched this scene unfold.

His teeth were grinding together.

That bastard.

At this point...

He was still thinking about how to protect himself.

If it weren't for his status...

Cass really wanted to chop his head off with his own hands and kick it out of the conference room like a ball.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He muttered something under his breath.

"Either die with honor."

"Either win or live."

These were the words he learned on his first day at military school.

That was also the only sentence that kept him from collapsing these past few days.

But after that.

Exhaustion surged up again like a tide.

He reached into the pocket of his military uniform.

I want to make myself a cup of coffee I brought from my hometown.

Reach your hand in.

But they found nothing.

He froze for a moment.

It was taken out.

There was only an empty tin box.

Cass stared at the box.

for a long time.

I finally couldn't help but curse.

"Hold."

He raised his hand and smashed the metal box hard.

The metal box slammed against the wall.

Everyone in the conference room fell silent and looked at him, who had lost his composure.

Cass let out a long breath.

He sat back down in his chair.

He waved his hand.

"never mind."

"I'm going to talk to the priest."

The adjutant next to him hesitated for a moment.

I still reminded him in a low voice.

"commander."

"The priest had already returned to the Golden Throne three years ago."

"Then tell everyone I'm asleep."

The adjutant was just about to agree.

Outside the conference room.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

A soldier strode in.

He gave a standard military salute.

"Report! There is a man outside who claims to be a knight."

He said…

I want to see you.