Chapter 1 Living in the Hive
Ministry of Military Affairs Document 8712/AM/R03
Astra Militarum Operations Report
Corresponding number: OR-12710735626
To: Supreme Commander of Task Force Dagandeva
Cc: Ministry of Military Affairs - Archives - Correspondence Department
Office of the Supreme Commander of the Far Eastern Star Territory
Tactical Logistics Support Department
From: Major General Nico Nirom, the officer commanding the defense of the Gondva system
Topic: Latest Briefing on Pangia Subsector Defense
Attachments and Quotes:
Pangia sub-sector reference map
Report on the breakdown and distribution of Gondwa interstellar defense forces
Approved list of devotees coming to cleanse Gondwa VI
Contents: In the name of the most sacred emperor of mankind, Major General Nilomu, the following application for the defense of the Gondva system is submitted.
Planet Gondwa VI - Jungle World Level: Secondary Agriculture/Intermediate Resources, Planet Standard Rating: C-.
Threat codename: Greenskin, purpose: to request the Star Territory Military Department to urgently increase personnel.
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End of communication——
The Imperial Hive Planet, Skadi.
The surface environment is harsh, the temperature is extreme, resources are exhausted, and strong winds form a whirlpool to attack the surface of the hive city. In the hive city, which is more than twice as high as the highest peak of Holy Terra, in the middle-level factory, the waste and poisonous gas are carrying workers. Those who obeyed immersed themselves in work.
Dong Dong Dong, knocking out the scraps, cutting off the good ones and throwing away the bad ones. There is not a lot of natural resources, but the scraps accumulated over thousands of years are still precious resources in this hive city.
People are wrapped like rice dumplings, the harshness you can imagine, the extremely low temperature, and the air that you breathe hundreds of times are all here.
There are many people who fell on the work line, and their heads were dragged along the conveyor belt for a long time before they were discovered by the managers. They were then dragged down and made to choose according to the situation, whether to turn it into starch or repair it before using it.
After working so long that I lost track of time, there was a low, hoarse cry, and the conveyor belt that stretched hundreds of meters stopped, and the boundless sea of scraps was no longer rough.
The tired worker took off his hood and went out in an orderly manner. He received today's wages from the man behind the fence at the factory gate, 6 starch blocks with unlimited materials, and a bottle of water that was enough for him to survive and recycled hundreds of times. .
The chaotic crowd made the sound of clicking and eating as they walked. Only the abrupt young man endured his hunger and hid the starch cubes in his arms.
"Today is 20 yuan, finally." He said to himself, looking hungrier than others, but most people were sallow and thin, and he seemed no different.
His name is Alan Bayer, and he is also called Wang Pu. It depends on how you distinguish his life. For example, when he was alive as a human, he was called Wang Pu, or now when he is dead, he is called Alan Bayer. It probably takes Count separately.
But using accurate words, time travel is the best way to describe his current situation. In his previous life, when he entered the society and found a sales career, and was destined to travel around the world, the probability of death for those who went out was much higher than that of ordinary people.
In the complicated business, he was delivering the most important things to his customers. Unfortunately, he was late, and his competitors were also very fast. He had no choice but to climb over the railing, break the rules, and look anxiously at the big customer waiting across the road.
When he heard the car's hurried horn, the sound of sudden braking, and the sound of squelching, flesh and blood rotted on it. He woke up again and was here.
What's interesting is that the urgent and high-pressure days made him close his eyes, but now he has not escaped.
He followed the crowd onto the square of the hive city, which was connected to the factory, with the busy flow of workers, the dim light, the smelly air, and in the middle of the square, the 15-meter-high statue depicting a god wearing golden armor. The emperor, with a halo above his head and a flaming sword in his hand.
Emperor…
"It's been three weeks, get used to him, get used to him." Alan Bayer took a deep breath, greedy, he could save more, get more, and live better than others.
He walked crookedly, because those starch blocks were only enough for a person to live normally, and he saved up 20 yuan. A normal person would have collapsed due to the complicated work and fatigue, but he persisted.
He walked tremblingly to an inconspicuous corner of the hive capital. This was a place where nobles and commoners would never come, and it was also the black market of the hive capital.
He knocked on the door, and the door opened the surveillance hole. Those eyes were unforgettable, with a strange purple color. Alan Bayer knew clearly that these were psykers...
The psionic beings produced by consuming the mushroom plant powder unique to the lower levels of Skadi Hive are like this. They are simply human-shaped subspace rifts, and PDF can't tolerate that kind of powder.
he said boldly. "I ordered the goods two weeks ago, thank you." He took out a dirty rag and spread it out. Inside were nearly 20 neat starch blocks, which are also the most basic source of food and energy in the hive.
The person in charge of the black market did not speak, but just took out a bottle, a small bottle, of a colorless liquid similar to a pepper shaker. Alan Bayer's heart beat, he had waited too long.
"Thank you." He exchanged things. The thing in the bottle was coolant, which was pulled from the equipment. But this thing has other uses besides cooling.
That is, drink it.
This is one of the few alcohols in the hive world. You can drink it for a long time when mixed with water. It is cold and violent. No natural creation in the material world is as violent as it.
Alan Bayer's boss, the factory commander, was a drunkard and a stooge of a big bureaucrat.
As long as he uses this thing, he can break away from his current position and climb up.
After traveling through time for three weeks, one week to collect information, and two weeks to obtain liquor, why is success no longer in sight?
Even though they are so hungry that they may be paralyzed at their workstations in just one more day, there are still so many people who want this opportunity.
Ha, goodbye, damn factory assembly line!
He hurriedly walked back to the factory. At the door of the closed factory, stood the fat man in rich clothes. He licked his lips.
"Bring it?"
Alan Bayer handed over the small bottle as if it were a treasure. The adult patted him on the shoulder with enough strength to make him fall apart.
"Tomorrow, you go to the second floor to supervise the assembly of the laser gun. I like children with eyesight like you. The throne is on top."
A smile spread out from the corner of Alan Bair's mouth, which was hard to suppress. In this dark and disgusting hive, he finally took the first step.
When he bid farewell to his "benefactor" and returned to his own room, it was a rat cage for the residents of the hive city. People were forced to huddle in it. It was only 5 square meters in size, but fortunately there was still private space.
He opened the door and felt that his prison was sweet and soft at the moment, and the joy in his heart refused to go away for a long time. He could only work nine hours tomorrow, and his salary would be enough to satisfy him.
Maybe in the future you can walk in front of the planetary governor, see the real Astartes, or join the circle of nobles?
He thinks he can do it!
Until he saw the paper taped on the door of his room. It might as well be on this row of rooms, no, on the whole building?
He timidly looked at the notice at the door, which also had the empire's skull and crossbones symbol on it, which meant that it was an official document and even recognized by the state religion.
Title: Tithe
Content: [The Emperor expresses his congratulations and blessings to you, citizens.
By the glorious providence and divine hand, you and 50% of the population of your hive sector have been conscripted into the Astra Militarum's 3rd Skadi Infantry Regiment.
You are called to serve humanity's most holy Emperor and defend the Empire and humanity.
With thanks and praise your life will now have meaning alongside the billions of others who fought and died heroically to preserve the purity and security of our glorious empire.
Through battle, you will live forever in the eyes of the Emperor, and the light of the Golden Throne will always shine upon you. 】
Due to censorship reasons, all political commissars of the Imperial Guard have been changed to staff officers, so please don’t wonder why there is no zw, and there are also strange titles like Staff Officer Kane.
(End of chapter)