Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"I can pay now. Please send someone to our main warship to receive the power armor and equivalent maintenance components, Your Excellency."

Lawson laughed.

"The offspring of Lord Guilliman are truly delightful."

"Since Commander Calga is so generous, I can't be stingy."

“From now on, I will send three combat-ready personnel to be stationed in each extreme combat regiment company.”

Tigurius's eyes flickered slightly.

Calga also became noticeably serious.

Lawson continued, "Nominally, it's communications and logistical support."

"You should already know its practical uses."

"Stable remote communication".

"Emergency evacuation from the static force field."

"Rapid replenishment of ammunition and medical supplies."

"Theater intelligence forwarding."

“If necessary, call for Agrippina’s support.”

"Of course, if you encounter a situation where a company commander is preparing to write an IOU, you can send me the bill first for a look."

Quintus's expression froze.

Tigurius finally couldn't help but laugh.

Calga, on the other hand, carefully weighed the value of the proposal.

Extreme warriors are not lacking in combat power.

What they really lack is stable communication and mobile logistics in the environment of the Dark Side of the Empire.

These are three lifelines tied to each company.

Calga knew how significant this gift was.

This is even more suitable for the current Ultra Warrior than a thousand power armors.

He solemnly said, "Master of the Seal, this is of great significance to the Ultimate Warriors."

"The Ultramarines accept this collaboration."

Quintus suddenly realized that writing that IOU back then wasn't entirely a bad thing.

At the very least, it created a real, practical line of cooperation between the Ultra Warriors and the Marksmen.

Tigurius said in a low voice, "I think Lord Guilliman would approve of this arrangement."

"After all, the Lord of the Seal is quite patient when it comes to collecting debts."

Dante's tactics began to take effect.

Weeks later, more and more Imperial reinforcements arrived at the Vigilant Star.

They squeezed into the war zone from all directions of the Nakmonde Corridor. Some ships had just experienced boarding battles, some warships still had grooves scraped by green shells on their hulls, and some transport ships were almost dragged into the orbit of the warning star by escort ships.

But they eventually came.

The yellow hull of the Imperial Fist was the first to enter the outer anchorage of the warning star.

Then came Crimson Fist.

Following that were the successor chapters of the Ravenguard bloodline, as well as several original Forged Space Marine units born or reorganized during the Unyielding Expedition.

These warbands are not here to participate in a pilgrimage of glory.

They were well aware of the significance of the warning star.

If the warning star falls, the entire corridor will be choked by chaos.

Moreover, Dante personally issued the order, Calgar was already on the battlefield, and Lawson had taken over the wartime court.

Any Imperial Chapter Commander with a brain knows that the first thing to do upon arriving on a Vigilant Star is not to claim credit or contest war zones.

The first thing to do is to see Lawson.

Inside the hall of the Wartime Domination Court in Saint Harbor, the star map has been expanded to cover the entire warning star and its near-orbital region.

There was no unnecessary pomp and circumstance around Lawson.

Every Space Marine commander who enters the hall can see the changes in the battle zone on the wall.

The green-skinned WAAAGH was pushed back into the outer desert and wasteland parking lot.

The plague zone in East Tolia has been re-cut off, and uninfected civilians are being transferred.

In the direction of the planet Juexing, the Agrippina fleet is confronting the Chaos fleet.

The old parliament was dissolved.

Water sources, shields, transportation, ammunition, medical care, corpse disposal, and rail defense are all under the unified command of the wartime ruling court.

The representative of the Imperial Fist was the first to bow.

"The Fist of the Empire, acting on orders from the Dark Regent Dante, has arrived in the Vigilant Star Wars Zone."

Lawson nodded.

"You guys are suited to defending hard points."

He raised his hand and drew several outer fortresses of the Nest City that had been attacked by the Greenskins many times but still could not be lost.

"Take over these nodes."

"If the orcs charge in, let them know what the fist of the Empire is all about."

The representatives of Imperial Fist had no objections.

This arrangement is reasonable.

They excel at fortification, defense, stronghold warfare, firepower deployment, and tenacious holding. Sending them to chase a group of orcs racing across the desert is a waste. The correct use is to have them hold key fortresses while other mobile forces deal with the rest.

The commander of Crimson Fist then stepped forward.

This Imperial Fist has experienced too many brutal battles, and the chapter's tradition includes both a tough defense and a fierce fighting spirit to grit their teeth and fight back when at a disadvantage.

Lawson placed them on the outskirts of the infected zone, in the area where close combat with the city was imminent.

"Crimson Fist helps to compress the blockade line."

"The Steel Hand will establish a heavy firepower blockade on the perimeter; your task is to push the defensive line inward."

"We cannot allow the plague zone to expand, nor can we allow cunning individuals to take advantage of the refugee movement."

The Crimson Fist Commander nodded.

"We will press the line back in."

Lawson looked toward the other battle group.

Graveyard City Warhawk.

This warband is experienced in urban ruins, tomb worlds, lower-level hives, and close-quarters clearing. Its commander stood silently, his armor bearing numerous old scars, and the insignia on his shoulder armor darkened by smoke.

Lawson gave them the dirtiest tasks.

"The Tomb City Warhawks have entered the port and the lower nesting area."

"There are the dark nests of the poor princes, the half-blood corridors, the mass graves, and the abandoned old supply depots."

“You don’t need to talk to nobles, nor do you need to care about the attitudes of those useless people in the Transportation Department.”

"Upon encountering a confirmed contaminated nest, destroy it completely."

The commander of the Graveyard City Warhawks finally spoke.

"clear."

The successor chapters of the Raven Guard bloodline were dispatched by Lawson to the Greenskins' rear, the underground transportation lines, and the Prince of the Poor's signal node.

They excel at stealth, infiltration, reconnaissance, decapitation, and sabotage.

These Space Marines came quickly and left quickly.

There were no lengthy meetings.

There was no struggle for power.

There was none of the imperial jokes like the old council of Vigilant Star, where "the seal is stamped before people die."

They paid their respects to the seal bearer, received the war zone assignments, confirmed the cooperative frequency bands and keystone sequence access nodes, and then went to their respective war zones.

Calga watched this scene with a mix of emotions.

If empires had continued to operate this way, many worlds wouldn't have met such a terrible end.

But he also knew that not every commander was qualified to take over in this way.

The battle situation in the Hongbei District continued to fluctuate even after reinforcements arrived.

This is the semi-independent kingdom of the Huangquan 8 Mechanical Repair Society on the Vigilant Planet.

Vast industrial areas, shield maintenance stations, machine workshops, underground mines, water pipelines, waste disposal areas, and data prayer halls are all locked together by gears, rails, pipelines, and the priests' authority.

The Mechanical Order and the Steel Hand used to fight fiercely here.

The poor prince was pushed back in his open offensive.

Large numbers of hybrids were torn apart by the barrage of fire, and Starblood cultists fell in rows before the Guardians' laser gun barrage. The Steel Hand systematically cleared out multiple factories, while the Brass Claws repelled several Greenskin charges on the old transport bridge.

The enemies of the Kehongbei District are not only the poor prince.

The Greenskins continue to assault the outer defenses of the Mechanics Guild.

These orcs had a primal interest in the mechanical guild’s gear city, turrets, factories, and gates.

They felt that place was hard enough, loud enough, and explosive enough.

The denser the firepower, the more likely orcs are to drive their vehicles into the area.

This caused the Mechanic Guild's garrison to suffer continuous losses.