StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 148 Sister Mila
On June 2489, 6, it was a cloudy day in Port of the Dead.

Always.

Dense fog that persists for most of the year blocks the sun, making the sky always look foggy.

Fifteen-year-old Mira Han believes that there are many places in this world that are sunny and full of flowers in all seasons, but the planet Dead Rock is not any such world.The unrestricted industry has destroyed the fragile ecosystem of this planet, and the sewage flowing into the rivers and lakes is like the poison injected into the blood of the Rock of the Dead.

Mira and her fellow workers are walking towards a high-energy gas oil refinery that is belching thick smoke on a dirt road that has become muddy due to rain. These workers are all wearing polyester clothes and outer coverings. Wearing a waterproof canvas jacket and rubber rain boots.

There are about 50 to [-] workers walking together, one-third of them are children and women around the age of [-] or [-], and the elderly are still working—before they completely collapsed.

Although generally uneducated, the workers knew all too well what was poisoning their planet's atmosphere with tea.

And these pollutants will fall one day, and fall back on the residents of the Rock of the Dead through the atmospheric circulation system.Even if these pollutions cannot have an indelible impact on the people of the Rock of the Dead, the retribution will always fall on their descendants.

But in any case, human beings are so short-sighted, or the top managers of enterprises clearly know what kind of terrible impact this will bring, but they just ignore it.

After they have discovered all the value of the Rock of the Dead, the planet and its people will be immediately abandoned.Perhaps the workers here will be sent to other planets as cheap labor, but the Rock of the Dead will gradually become a forgotten ruin.

A few years ago, the Governor of the Tyranid Federation in the Rock of the Dead had just signed a secret treaty with several super-corporations across the galaxy.Since then, interstellar cargo barges moored here have begun to dump industrial waste in the wasteland of this planet, and many scrapped interstellar ships are eventually towed to this planet.

Out of sight of the inhabitants of Dead Rock, their homeland is slowly becoming a graveyard of garbage and spaceships.The truth may not be revealed until years later, but by then it will be too late.

"How could this be?"

Walking beside Mira Han, a young worker who looked not much older than her complained loudly: "I receive the lowest wage in the entire Koprulu sector, eat food that can only guarantee the minimum physical activity, and work hard without complaint. working the hardest and most mind-numbing work, fourteen earth-hours a day."

"And what do we end up with? The aftereffects of high-intensity work, disease, disability, and poverty from not being able to work."

"We work hard and all the money goes to the office workers."

"What's the use of complaining?" Another person said, "The Rock of the Dead can no longer grow food, and even the river can dry up. If we don't enter the factory, what else can we do, even if we are servants, there is no one." want."

"Our ancestors gave this planet an unlucky name when they came here. I dare say that there must be something wrong with the colony carrier intelligence that mistook the port of the dead for a habitable planet. .”

"Go to O'Bannon, there must be work," said another, older voice.

"Many boys who worked under him made a lot of money, but I also heard that many people died for making black money."

Mira Han shook her head. Everyone knew what this black money referred to: drug production and drug trafficking, human trafficking, organ trading, prostitution, money laundering. They did all the evil things imaginable.

Since Dead Rock has become more and more turbulent, the people's situation has become worse and worse. Those who can't survive or endure the life of slavery in the factory either save enough money and leave, or go to work that doesn't have to be so hard. Also earn more work.

People complained about the hard life in the factory, but with the stock market turmoil brought about by the Battle of Kailian and the Uprising of Keha IV, companies on the Rock of the Dead withdrew their capital one after another, and soon the workers here would even lose their stable jobs completely.

In the dreary, class-cured Rock of the Dead, people no longer have a future.

"Guys, I hear Korhal IV's Revolutionary Army is recruiting in the Port of the Dead," said a happier-sounding voice, unaffected by the circumstances.

Mira, who was pulling his boots out of the muddy mud, looked at a big boy in ragged overalls: "They pay their salary every month, and it's higher than that of the Federal Marine Corps."

"Revolutionary army?" An old man shook his head: "It's rebels! Do you know what they do? They burn, kill, loot, do all kinds of evil, they will abduct children, rob women...it's so bad."

"I think they are very kind." The cheerful voice said hesitantly. "I think that Gustav Mengsk of the Revolutionary Army must be a good man."

"He distributed bread to the children, and sent doctors to see people. His engineers built water towers for people in industrial areas and replaced new water pipes. He recruited workers of any gender to the new conscription buildings and Working at the port, the daily salary settlement has never been delayed.”

"He called together many people and told us how to be truly alive."

"Are they still hiring workers?" There are many people asking that question, who don't even care whether Augustus's men are rebels.

"Now they only recruit recruits or revolutionary fighters." The voice of the answer seemed a little lacking in confidence.

"But his name is Augustus, you remember it wrong." Some people questioned the cultural level of the workers: "You can spell this word, right?"

"What about the requirements?" The old man who had angrily scolded the rebels before asked, "What about the requirements for conscription? I'm not too old."

Now the people of the Rock of the Dead have so few ways out of their hometown, and only a few people can pass the rigorous test of the mercenaries, and the difficulty may be only lower than the selection of Spartan soldiers.Every time someone dies in the selection of mercenaries, successful people must not only be physically strong, but also be able to skillfully use weapons and have excellent battlefield adaptability.

By comparison, the requirement for conscription sounds a lot easier.

As for whether they will die, for those who think that life is worse than death, it is simply not a big deal.

"It's enough to be in good health and to be able to complete the recruit test. It's not difficult at all. There are a lot of people who sign up, even the sheriff." The young man who raised this question was excited because he won the attention of others.

"Where?"

"23 B-404rd Street NW."

With a bang, the workers ran away immediately.

"Wait, I seem to have forgotten something." The young man's voice was no longer happy.

"What is it?" Mira Han walked in front of him.

"Revolutionary awareness. I don't understand anyway. How does he believe that we have this awareness?" The young man said after a moment of hesitation.

"Okay, then I'll go and have a look." Mira looked at him and said, "Huh? Why don't you go."

"I'm afraid...I'm afraid of death." The young man was dejected.

Only at this time did the young man see clearly the Mirahan who had dyed her hair bright pink in front of her. Even the long bangs couldn't hide those playful and beautiful eyes.She was slender, and the coat of rough fabric, which seemed to be a burqa, came down to her calves and was covered with mud.

"Then, it's your own choice. Haha—why be so downcast!"

Millahan slapped the young man on the shoulder so hard that he coughed.

"Smile, life isn't that difficult." Mira said with a grimace.

(End of this chapter)