Arknights? Colonization Ark!

Tomorrow's Ark? Colonization Ark! Author: Pharmacist Mu Shaoai

Summary:

A space colony ship crashed on Terra.

I slept for ten thousand years, and when I woke up

What? The Earth is doomed?

What? The native humans of Terra are finished?

What? There are sea urchins in the sea?

What? There are warp demons in the Arctic?

What? There is Originium in the air?

What? There's a fluid barrier in the sky?

What kind of ultimate shithole is this Terra?

Doctor, can you explain this to me?

Otherwise I will smash all of Terra to pieces!

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This book made many Stellaris players unhappy for some reasons, so the author decided to decouple from Stellaris. Now this book has nothing to do with Stellaris. It is just a simple sci-fi boat trip fantasy novel, and its main purpose is to fill the gaps in Ark.

I don't care about Hypergryph or anything like that, and I can't control how they fill the holes.

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

Location: Ursus Tundra

Time: 1092:11, November 12, 10 Terra

On the permafrost that never melts all year round, white is the main color here. The biting cold wind never stops, and the whistling sound of the hurricane is declaring to the world its ownership of this land.

Rumble.

A sound broke the monotony of this world.

It is the low roar of the engine and the friction of the tires on the snow.

A convoy of several large trucks was driving on a vast expanse of white snow. They should have been covered with a layer of white camouflage cloth, but due to years of neglect, the camouflage cloth had become as dirty as a mop. The black and gray dust on the camouflage cloth made the convoy very conspicuous on the snow, and their figures could be spotted from a long distance.

The driver's eyes vigilantly scanned the snow around him, but the long-term reflection of the snow made his eyes very tired.

This road has been opened for almost half a year and there has never been any accident. The activities of those snowfield guerrillas are very far away from here, and there are no recent signs of activities that indicate they are moving closer to here.

This road is quite safe!

The driver was thinking this, and the guy in the passenger seat next to him had already started dozing off.

He honked the horn in annoyance.

Dudu!

The Ursus soldier in the co-pilot's seat was suddenly awakened by the sound and looked around panicking, thinking he was under enemy attack.

When he saw the driver's raised mouth, he knew he was being tricked.

He punched the driver in the shoulder angrily.

"You haven't paid me for three months, and you won't let me sleep? Suka is not cracked!"

The driver glared at him angrily.

"You've only been here for three months, and I still haven't received two months' salary from last year! If I hadn't been lucky enough to get some money from the nearby village, I would have almost had to eat dirt!"

The military rations of Ursus were never meant for human consumption. In the words of their emperor, they were just some gray animals, so why should they eat so well?

The black bread in the cafeteria was made entirely of sawdust and was as hard as the frozen soil outside. The soup was almost like water, and sometimes the meat was even smelly.

If the soldiers wanted to eat something good, they had to buy it with their own money, but the supplies on the ice field were three or four times more expensive than normal prices, and the money they had was not enough to have a few good meals.

Or, you can give the money to your superior and ask him to communicate privately with the quartermaster. The price this way will be cheaper than normal purchase, but it still has to go through two hands, so it won't be much cheaper.

Therefore, the soldiers always had insufficient money, and with the added deductions from their superiors, their already meager salaries became even less sufficient. Only when they had some free time could they seize the opportunity to go to the nearby villages to get something, which was also the leftovers searched by the patrol teams, but it was better than their pig food.

But they will soon no longer have to worry about military pay.

One kilometer ahead of them, a cold square gun barrel protruded from the snow. White cloth was tied around the gun, and with a layer of snowflakes, it blended in with the world.

The owner of the gun was silently watching the moving convoy.

His gun was pointed at the driver of the leading vehicle. Just a slight pull of the trigger would keep that guy here forever.

But it’s not time yet...

The driver and his companions are still complaining about the unfair treatment in the mine.

It doesn’t matter if they have no money. Who with the ability would stay in the mine?

Theoretically, they don't even have a formal soldier organization, and their treatment is much worse than that of normal soldiers.

The military salary from above has to pass through the hands of four or five people, and there is little money left in the hands.

In anger, they began to whisper insults about their superiors' greed, and occasionally made obscene jokes about the noble ladies. The soldiers in the carriage also let out bursts of obscene laughter.

The driver saw that there was a turning intersection ahead, so he quickly shut up, stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel to the right.

The heavy front of the car began to turn.

When the truck body turns to the right.

In an instant, several thick high-strength cables rose up, and the truck, which had already slowed down, hit the cables and was stopped directly.

The sudden collision caused the two people in the car to shake, and their heads hit the glass, making them dizzy. The escort soldiers in the car were also dizzy.

Trigger pulled.

No gunshots

No smell of gunpowder

A conical spike shot out of the long barrel at incredible speed.

Almost at the same time, the upper half of the driver's skull was lifted off, and white brain matter and blood were scattered all over the cab. The bullet went straight into the seat behind him and then shot through the entire truck.

The soldier in the co-pilot seat had not yet recovered from his dizziness when the second spike hit him.

He was lucky that he wasn't hit on the head.

He was hit on the neck and his vertebrae were broken, but he didn't feel any pain.

The head and body had not been separated yet and were still connected by a layer of skin. Under the impact of blood pressure, a large amount of red blood gushed out from the huge wound uncontrollably.

The spraying hot blood added a touch of warmth to the icy Ursus tundra.

The vehicles behind also braked suddenly and stopped. The drivers and accompanying soldiers didn't know what happened in front, but they were alert and immediately got out of the car with long swords and crossbows.

No matter how poor they were, they would keep these things in good condition. After all, if their weapons broke down on the battlefield, they would be the ones to lose their lives.

The gentlemen don't care about this worthless life, but they treasure it very much.

A soldier lowered his body and rushed quickly towards the cab of the truck that was stopped by a cable, but before he reached the cab, a bullet pierced his eyebrow.

Now the people behind were no longer unaware that they were being hit by long-range fire.

But what about the crossbow arrows? Why can't we see any?

The terrified soldiers used the trucks as cover and hid behind them. A few soldiers with good eyesight poked their heads out from inconspicuous corners, trying to find the enemy's location.

Although they cannot be said to be elite, they are well-trained.

But the gun owner could see their movements clearly, even though they were huddled in the snow behind the carriage.

Thermal imaging makes them nowhere to hide, and unless they can eliminate their body temperature, it is useless to hide anywhere.

The fourth shot

The bullet penetrated the vehicle and directly hit a soldier hiding behind it.

Blood oozed from his chest. He tried to press the wound with his hands. Sadly, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the blood from the fist-sized wound. Even if he did, it was a penetrating wound. He could only watch helplessly as his body temperature dropped and he fell to the ground.

This immediately frightened the rest of the soldiers who were still trying to find opportunities. What kind of Originium skill was this?

How come I could have shot right through the truck and still be able to see them?

The Fifth Shot

Another soldier fell.

This scene, which was like the Grim Reaper calling their names, made them panic. The power of fear drove them away from the vehicles.

Their legs were as fast as the wind and they ran faster than they could go to collect their salary.

The fleeing soldiers only hated their parents for not giving them two more legs.

but

Five vehicles, twenty soldiers, twenty trigger pulls, twenty bodies.

Chapter 2: Open the door! Free trade!

The scattered blood is like plum blossoms, blooming in the white snow.

Twenty corpses from different distances seemed to be trying to escape from some hell, but in the end none of them could, and were named one by one by the god of death.

The white snow suddenly bulged, and a two-meter-tall armored figure climbed out of the snow pile, holding an electromagnetic rifle nearly one and a half meters long in his hand.

This is the Grim Reaper's scythe that was just used to kill the Ursus soldiers.

The man had been waiting here for two hours, luckily the convoy was not late.

His name is Zhang Miao.

Because of a small problem, he appeared here.

He shook his body, and the snow still remaining on the outer armor fell off.

Place the rifle on the clip at the back.

With two jumps, he fell to the ground from a height of more than ten meters.

The liquid metal and cushioning gel inside the armor can ensure that he will not suffer any impact even if he falls from a height.

However, if the altitude exceeds 100 meters, the only way to slow down is to use the thrusters under your feet.

In fact, even if he rushed forward, he could easily smash the heads of these soldiers with his fists, but who has a gun without using fists?

He is not a fan of physical combat.

Moreover, he had just woken up for less than a week, and his understanding of this planet was still very superficial. If the other party had some strange things to attack him, it would be fatal at this time when supplies were limited.

Bullets don't cost money anyway.

He has been keeping an eye on this route for three days. At this time every day, a batch of goods will be shipped out of the mine and driven to a faraway place.

Zhang Miao did not follow. It was too far away and he was unfamiliar with the place. What if he went too far and the colony ship was exposed?

In order to avoid missing the time, he waited for the convoy here two hours in advance.

When he reached the three freight trucks in the middle, he reached out to lift the canvas covering them.

"Captain, there are people approaching! And there are a lot of them."

A pleasant female voice came from his ear. It was his shipboard AI, Lexington.

How can it be!

This place is ten kilometers away from the mine, and it has been less than five minutes since he fired the shot.

Even flying can't be that fast, and Zhang Miao has observed that the soldiers in the mine have no communication equipment, so how could reinforcements arrive so quickly.

He immediately pulled out a rifle from behind his back and deftly removed a bunch of parts with his hands. With his combined operation, the 1.5-meter-long rifle was reduced to the size of a pistol.