Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"I have the authority to handle transportation and allocation!"

"I know the unlock code for the scrap list!"

"There are three external registers for the hidden inventory: one in the finance department, one in the document department, and one under Grassi's private cold storage!"

Von Kreissing stood there, his legs trembling slightly.

Lawson looked at him: "Your Excellency, Steward, and what about you?"

Von Kreiss slowly bent down, picked up the authority seal with both hands, and placed it on the table in front of Lawson.

"The Val-Synn Planetary Administration is willing to fully cooperate with the Seal Master's investigation into the rebellion."

The safe was opened layer by layer.

The key, permission code, and biometric authentication lock are released in sequence.

Data tablets, paper ledgers, psionic storage crystals, and mechanical data columns—all of Val-Synn's storage records were moved from safes and archives.

The hidden inventory system secretly set up by Grassi was also successfully unlocked by the Keystone Sequence, which extracted the key from the residue in his brain.

Lawson allowed the cornerstone sequence to connect all data carriers to the swarm network.

Billions of nodes were processing data simultaneously. The Imperial Ministry of the Interior's complex accounting system, which was so intricate that an ordinary person could not finish reviewing it in a lifetime, was completely deconstructed, cross-validated, and statistically summarized within three minutes.

The two sets of accounts were compared and compared.

The difference of 12% to 15% between the standard ledger and the hidden inventory is precisely marked.

The final ledger is out.

Val-Synn, the sixth distribution center, is a strategic reserve node established by the Military Affairs Department of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior on the edge of the dark side of the Empire.

The taxation scope covers seventeen galaxies and forty-three taxable worlds.

This planet, with a diameter of 12,000 kilometers, has had twelve ring-shaped storage areas carved out by the Ministry of the Interior along the equatorial continental shelf and three ancient mineral veins. The effective volume actually used for storing materials exceeds 3,600 cubic kilometers. If the defense layer, maintenance corridors, cargo elevator shafts, void shield generator sets, orbital counterattack arrays, and disguised waste factories are included, the entire underground project covers an area of ​​over three million square kilometers.

This is a set of Imperial War stomachs stuffed into the belly of a planet.

For 120 years, tithes from 43 planets poured in. Fleets of tax collectors poured in ship after ship, and transfer orders were approved layer by layer. By the time the approvals arrived, the front lines were either already exhausted or wiped out.

After the Great Rift, Terra's allocation of resources was completely cut off.

Val-Synn continued to collect, deposit, and seal the goods.

Like a steel Pixiu that only eats and never vomits.

The standard ledger shows:

Eight billion tons of ammunition, including tank shells, macro gun ammunition, mortar shells, thermobaric warheads, anti-armor missiles, aerial bombs, and various types of Star Force standard explosives.

The stockpiles in Val-Sion alone are enough to sustain a planetary defense war of the scale of Walhem-IX for decades.

The total amount of refined gold and refined gold composite raw materials is 180 million tons. Of this, only a small portion is truly high-purity refined gold. The majority consists of refined gold ingots, refined gold ceramic steel composite slabs, semi-finished ship armor products, and heavy machinery frame materials.

Even so, this number is still enough to overwhelm any sage who forges a world.

The ceramic steel production reached 4.7 billion tons, mainly consisting of standard armor plates, architectural-grade explosion-proof components, ship hull repair plates, and fortress prefabricated modules.

Two million six hundred thousand units of promethium fuel rods are enough for the existing main fleet of the Agrippina Sector to maintain high-intensity combat readiness patrols for eight years, or to keep the war factories of dozens of heavy industrial worlds running continuously for several standard years.

The Imperial Navy has enough ship parts to assemble two hundred Sword-class frigates from scratch, or to complete the large-scale battle damage repair of forty Cruiser-class warships.

The standard equipment of the Astral Army includes laser rifles, body armor, helmets, communication equipment, field rations, filter masks, portable generators, mines, trench components, medical kits, and engineering tools, enough to arm 500 million new recruits from head to toe.

The fleet consisted of 170,000 tanks, including 21,000 Lyman Ras main battle tanks, 46,000 Chimera armored personnel carriers, and the remainder consisted of various self-propelled artillery, engineering vehicles, reconnaissance vehicles, and fuel transport vehicles.

Six hundred thousand heavy artillery pieces.

140,000 fighter jets and bombers are all sealed in temperature-controlled hangars, where they are periodically revitalized, lubricated, and have their aging pipelines replaced. Theoretically, they can be unsealed at any time.

The grain and synthetic nutrient reserves amount to 35 billion tons, including frozen grain blocks, starch bricks, synthetic protein masterbatches, algae concentrate, canned military rations, and high-density nutrient paste. Based on minimum wartime ration standards, this is enough to sustain twenty medium-sized hive worlds for six to nine months without collapse.

Medical supplies included enough surgical kits, hemostatic agents, radiation removal drugs, anti-infective agents, prosthetic interfaces, basic bionic organs, and battlefield anesthetics for 400 million wounded soldiers.

The above is just a standard ledger.

Grassi's hidden inventory is a separate matter.

After Val-Synn's total inventory was finalized, Lawson stared at the data for a long time.

Too much.

Some of the ammunition boxes even still have wax seals from a hundred years ago.

Some Lyman Ras tanks never saw the battlefield after coming off the production line. They were neatly stored in a temperature-controlled hangar, with the engine started by a servitor every three months for fifteen minutes to warm it up before being resealed.

Some promethium fuel rods, enough to keep the entire fleet sailing for years, lay quietly in radiation-proof vaults until the markings on their outer shells faded.

The Astronauts on the front lines are counting bullets in the trenches.

The common people of the Nest City fought over half a piece of synthetic protein in front of the ration station.

Here, there are eight billion tons of ammunition, two hundred thousand kilometers of shelving, seven hundred thousand automated loading and unloading machines, and mountains of grain.

Lawson was not angry about this fact.

He had passed the stage of anger. By the time Moen told him that "the vault is full and must be destroyed," he had already digested the absurdity of the imperial system.

He's thinking about something else now.

“Von Kreissing, how many warehouse worlds like Val-Sion are there on the dark side of the Empire?”

Von Kreissing quickly replied.

“I am only in charge of the sixth distribution center. But according to the Ministry of the Interior’s numbering system, there are at least a thousand storage and distribution centers in the dark area. Many of them were lost after the Great Rift, and about three hundred can still be contacted regularly.”

"What about the scale?"

"They vary in size. Some are larger than Val-Sion, some are smaller, but they have similar management models: collection, storage, and waiting for Terra's allocation order."

Lawson looked at the star map.

Three hundred warehouse worlds, each crammed with centuries of tithes from the dark side of the Empire's planets.

The amount of ammunition is in the tens of billions of tons.

The amount of refined gold is in the hundreds of millions of tons.

The number of tanks is in the hundreds of thousands.

Three hundred Val-Synn.

The calculation quickly unfolded in his mind.

If the average inventory of the three hundred storage worlds reaches half that of Val-Sion, then the total amount of supplies currently locked in the Ministry of the Interior's storage network of the Empire's Dark Side would be enough to arm the Empire's Dark Side from head to toe.

"The scope of the rebellion investigation has been expanded."

"The Val-Synn management is suspected of embezzling Imperial strategic materials, as evidenced by the hidden stockpiles in Grassi. The same management model has been in operation for decades, and other distribution centers are also suspected."

Lawson gave the order: "Mark the locations of all warehouse worlds."

Von Kreissing walked to the star map and began to operate it.

He has completely given up resistance.

Grassi's body still lay on the marble floor, the candied fruit that had rolled to the side of his palm emitting a cloyingly sweet smell mixed with the stench of blood, making one feel nauseous.

One by one, points of light lit up on the star map.

They are scattered throughout the various star sectors of the Empire's dark side, hidden along major shipping routes, in remote star system corners, and in the dead ends of abandoned shipping routes.

Three hundred and three points of light covered the dark star map of the empire.

The Imperial Ministry of the Interior spent hundreds of years building a tithe storage network with 303 nodes, each crammed with the Empire's wealth.

Hidden in the gaps between these gears are countless Grassis, who stuff their pockets with refined gold under the guise of "scrap" and fatten their flesh rings under the pretense of "loss".

The empire's blood was drained and piled into warehouses. The warehouse manager scraped off a layer of oil from the middle, and the rest remained locked away, awaiting an order that would never come.

Lawson lit up the few points of light closest to Agrippina.

"Starting with these few, under the guise of a counter-rebellion investigation, send the Cornerstone advance teams to each warehouse world. Inspect the condition of the supplies, verify the background of the management, and take over the security and communication systems."

"Focus on investigating the discrepancies between the two sets of books; Grassi won't be the only one."

Lawson looked at the edge of the star map, at the few newly marked branches of the ancient network.

Even without the internet, he could certainly take over these warehouse worlds.

But that would be slow.

Imperial bureaucrats can be as incompetent as rotten flesh. But when it comes to protecting their own heads and ledgers, they often act faster than the Dark Eldar.

The internet is showing its true value at this moment.

For the first time, it compressed the spatial distance of the dark side of the empire to an acceptable scale.

Lawson's army departed from Val-Synn, entered the network branch marked by the cornerstone nodes, and then projected the stasis field to the outer layer of the target star system through the starship suicides and swarm coordinates.

The first group to arrive was the investigation team.

The standard procedure has been validated once by Val-Synn.

enter.

broadcast.

An investigation was launched into the direct rebellion of the person in charge of the seal.

Control and communication center.

Take over the orbital defense system.

The administrative district was locked down.

Control the management of the Ministry of the Interior.

Disarmed security division.

Extract standard ledgers and actual inventory.

Scan for hidden databases.

Check the two sets of books.

Those who resist will be treated as rebels.