StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Chapter 146 Jackson's Revenge

Deadman's Rock (or Deadman's Rock Planet) is a planet shrouded in gray fog. Its cold and gray atmosphere is like an airtight eggshell. Anyone who sees this planet's first impression will think that It is a miasma world where swamps and poisonous gas spread.

Severe pollution is the main reason for the transformation of this planet into what it is today. The metal casting factories, crystal mining and processing factories, and gas refineries on the surface are spewing thick smoke. The gray-black clouds and industrial dust even block the The rays of the sun.

Untreated sewage was randomly discharged into the once beautiful lakes and rivers like sapphires, and the resulting problem was the death of several major water systems in the Rock of the Dead, and people had to import clean water and non-toxic water from other planets. Synthetic natural food.

Compared with Tyrador IX, which has repeatedly disclosed the problem of illegal contract workers, the situation of the settlers in Rock of the Dead is much worse.The deformed social structure and economic system here mean that they can only work in the factories of monopoly groups for generations and live by receiving meager salaries.

Although the original colonists once set foot on this unknown and mysterious land with great expectations, they never thought that their descendants would become victims of entrepreneurs chasing wealth.

The continuous rainy weather and the high prevalence of deformities and cancers compared to other colonial planets have devastated the health of the residents of Dead Rock. Compared with them, the factory management and technology-related Elites live very different lives from workers.

The capital city of Deadman's Rock, the capital city of Deadman's Port, a city developed from a small piece of port space, has gradually become one of the cities with the largest gap between rich and poor in the entire Tyrannian Federation.

"But the Rock of the Dead is not a world of death. There are thousands of people like you and me living here." This is what the mercenary Glare Hill said to August after boarding the wide bridge of the Norad II. Stuart's first words.

"Welcome to the Rock of the Dead, we're always better than this messed up world called God, or a pustule on the buttocks of the creator of this universe. But how to say, at least here is far from hopeless point."

At this time, in a high-altitude orbit about two hundred miles above the surface of the planet Dead Rock, Augustus' fleet is cruising around the planet in a powerless state.

Officers and staff officers in coffee-colored military uniforms and ship caps occasionally enter and exit the heavily guarded bridge, maintenance workers and engineers wearing flat hats and noise-cancelling earmuffs are busy checking electrical circuits, and unmanned robots use Magnetic parts hang from the external portholes to repair damaged bridge armor.

Glare Hill didn't know that most of the crew members on the Norad II came from Warfield's Iron Justice, and they had the quality of professional soldiers. He could only lament the revolutionary army's amazing discipline and sharp and capable behavior. Unlike those mercenaries who are noisy and ungrateful.

"Hello, Mr. Hill. The last time we met was at Turasis II." Augustus shook hands with Hill.

At this moment, Hill was still wearing his own pair of sunglasses, and Augustus seemed to have never taken them off.

"At that time, I didn't expect that you would become the most wanted criminal of the Tyrann Federation from a marine." Hill grinned.

When he felt the red-haired female soldier next to Augustus looking at him, Hill just smiled kindly, completely unaware that the other party was about to reveal the memory of him peeing his pants when he was a child.

The 16-year-old Sarah Kerrigan can still see immature marks on her face. She doesn't always have a cold face and rejects people thousands of miles away.On the contrary, a psyker who understands human nature like the back of his hand knows exactly what expressions are most relatable.

Kerrigan nodded the moment Hill met her gaze, her fiery red ponytail bouncing with her movements.She smiled lightly, with bright eyes and bright teeth.

"You're joking, I'm a law-abiding citizen." Augustus said with a smile, "There's also a certificate issued by the Tarsonis Police Department. It didn't cost me much."

"You must not know how much you are worth." Hill withdrew his hand at the right time: "Second only to your father Angus Mengsk, and we all believe that his head is made of diamonds and gold of."

"The higher my worth, the more it means that the Federation hates me to the bone, so all the sacrifices are not wasted." Augustus said.

"So, you really want to save others through revolution?" Hill couldn't understand Keha IV's revolutionary cause. Although he didn't think it was meaningful, he welcomed all wars that required mercenaries: "Anyway , the mercenaries are always willing to do anything for you."

"Yeah, now is the time when I can use you." Augustus turned around and looked at the port of the dead outside the porthole of the bridge.

A large-scale space station and the ring-shaped port surrounding it are revolving around the Port of the Dead at exactly the same speed as the Norad II.

Hyperion with blue armor painting is sailing towards the berthing port of the space station, and various airships and airships surround this magnificent battleship.Under the port side of Norad II, the gray-white Iron Justice sailed out slowly under the escort of a squadron of wraith fighters, and slowly entered the sight of Augustus and Hill.

"When my fleet enters this space station, all the defense work will be handed over to my people." Augustus suddenly looked at Hill: "There is no need for you to pay their salaries, Mr. Hill, my friend."

"This space station is filled with the most trustworthy mercenaries under me and Harris. They are all Kemerian and Umoyan." Take the initiative again.Once Augustus wants to seize this space station, it will definitely be a hard battle waiting for the mercenaries.

Did he really know the man Augustus?Is he really the demon of heaven that brings war and death in the UNN news propaganda?

"Of course, I couldn't be happier." Hill knew that even Augustus would not be able to take the risk of fighting with the mercenaries to forcibly seize the space station of the mercenaries. A strong desire to control.

When watching the Hyperion enter the port, Hill still gritted his teeth with hatred, and he began to wonder if he was luring wolves into the house.

But in any case, the money given by Augustus is still very sufficient.Although Hill didn't know where Augustus got so much money, he still wanted to earn the money he got by robbing Tyron Federal Bank.

For the commission, Hill doesn't care about giving up the bottom line or temporarily wronging himself.

"How long are you going to rest here?" He asked Augustus when the Norad II followed the Iron Justice into the dock as the tail ship.

"Two days is enough time for my people to fill the hole on the battleship." Augustus said: "We will leave at any time, and we may delay our stay here at any time."

"In addition to recruiting a group of mercenaries, I also intend to establish several recruiting centers on the planet of Dead Rock, which requires the assistance of mercenaries who understand the local conditions. The recruiting centers of the Revolutionary Army will provide Monopoly rule offers an olive branch, and we are recruiting anyone who wants to change the status quo."

"As long as they are screened, the people here are quite reliable and hardworking." Hill nodded: "The people in the Rock of the Dead are stronger than the people on the core planet, and they are much more tenacious."

In a sense, the Tyranid humans who can survive in the harsh environment of the galaxy at the edge of the Tyranid Federation all have a strong and adaptable body.The overly intense radiation of certain star systems is also subtly altering human genetics—although significant changes may not appear for thousands of years.

Augustus and Hill were talking, and the Norad II sailed into the B-2 berthing port under the guidance of the towing drone.Even if all the docked ships have been emptied, the dock is still too small for Norad II.

At this time, Augustus noticed that another battlecruiser that was not part of his battle order was still close to the other berthing position—a battlecruiser that looked much more dilapidated than the severely damaged Iron Justice. row cruiser.

This battlecruiser is likely to be a Federation Leviathan-class battlecruiser. Its slender hull is not the hammerhead shape of the Behemoth-class battlecruiser. The railgun looks like a steel monster covered in giant cannons.

The number of years of modification it has undergone is likely to be as long as the age it has experienced, so that it is already very different from the Leviathan class in Augustus' impression.But there is no doubt that this battlecruiser is smaller than the Behemoth class.

"Jackson's Revenge, the battlecruiser, may have been separated from the Tyranid Federation fleet much earlier than the date you were born. They are the most notorious interstellar pirates other than Kel Morian pirates." Hill told O. Gusdu said: "They paid a lot of berthing fees. Those pirates are notoriously short-tempered. I dare not chase them away."

"After all, this space station is not my property. If it is broken, I will go bankrupt."

"Oh, these pirates occasionally accept employment tasks from big companies, but no one dares to hire them. They can definitely intercept the employer's goods halfway." Hill snorted.

"Sarah. Summon my Steele guards." Augustus said to Kerrigan beside him.

"I'm going to meet those pirates."

After a few seconds, Augustus added, "Call Tychus over here, where the hell is he?"

At this time, the Norad II had come to a complete stop, and about two companies of marines in silver-gray power armor stood side by side on the emptied mooring platform.

Augustus led a bodyguard to the Jackson Revenge in another port of call.

After the Norad II entered the port, the pirates visibly raised their vigilance, and some stood a few hundred yards away, staring closely at the rows of marines.

"They thought we were the fleet of the Tyrannian Federation at first." Kerrigan, who was walking beside Augustus, explained to him: "These people once had a fierce battle with Alpha Squadron. The heads of several pirates were dropped."

"So what reassured the pirates?" asked Augustus.

"Because if it was Duke, he would have blown up the space station and the pirates into space junk already," Kerrigan said.

When Augustus and others walked towards the Jackson's Revenge, a pirate in Kelmorian Ripper power armor led several pirates in federal navy uniforms to meet Augustus, not because The heavily armed marines behind him were a little scared.

"I don't know why these people left the Tyrannian Federation with their battleships, but at the beginning, these people were still federal soldiers, at least sticking to the bottom line." As he got closer and closer to the pirates, Hill said in a low voice. said Augustus.

"But now all you can see are shameless and vicious people. During the long journey of the battleship in deep space, the morality and values ​​​​of the crew of the Jackson's Revenge have a certain difference from that of ordinary people."

"In that small in-ship society, the pirates began to follow a strict hierarchy where the strongest respected. They would betray their siblings and kill each other in order to gain power and wealth."

"The captain you can see now, if I remember correctly, is the ninth. There are rumors that he shot the old captain from behind. So the current captain does not allow anyone to stand behind him with a gun .”

"Every captain is named Jackson, the difference is that some of them are too vile and some are too cruel."

"Are you Augustus Mengsk?" The pirate put down the matte visor on his helmet, revealing his nose, which was crooked from multiple fractures, and his bald head with a steel plate embedded in his forehead.

"I'm Deputy Captain Lutter, Captain Jackson's right-hand man."

Among other things, the rugged pirate wore a pair of glittering teardrop crystal earrings, the likes of which Augustus had seen before on the ears of a noble lady of the Founding House of Tarsonis.

"I am." Augustus was not surprised that the other party recognized him.If he had been admired before as the leader of the Devils of Heaven, and as a great hero of the Federation, his vilification was multiplied now.

Overnight, the Demons of Heaven became synonymous with the Rebels, from heroes to a notorious group of traitors.In the eyes of many Tyranids, Augustus was even more famous than his father.

Almost as soon as Augustus finished answering, the pirate pulled out the electromagnetic pistol on his waist, and everyone raised their guns after a while.

"I don't think we have any contradictions." Augustus stared at the pirate with cold gray eyes.

"How do I know what you have in mind?" The pirate stared at Augustus's face: "The rebels? You are really brave."

"Teach him a lesson," said Augustus.

Before the words were finished, with the color of molten gold pouring into Kerrigan's eyes, the pirate put down his pistol in pain, staggered back, and finally sat down on the ground.By the time his men were about to shoot, Tychus had led a few Steele Guardsmen to knock the pirates to the ground and deal the villains a head-on blow.

Before more conflict broke out between the two sides, Augustus walked up to the pirate sitting on the ground and looked down at him: "Call your Captain Jackson to come out."

"I don't care how many Jacksons he is, anyway, tell him to come out and see me immediately. I don't have time to hear you chirping like a bug here, do you understand what I mean?"

　This server is stuck, it is really uncomfortable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)