StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 4 Guild Wars
Augustus stepped out of the armored vehicle, hugged his family one by one, and swore to them that he would return alive.Then he waved goodbye as the Mengsk family caravan drifted away.

After the convoy turned into a string of black spots in the distance, Augustus dragged the suitcase with the genetic identification lock towards the bronze gate of the conscription center.

"Sir, I guess you must have come to join the honorable Union Marine Corps." One of the Union Marines looked at Augustus with a formulaic smile on his face.

"We fight for the Union!" another soldier said afterward.

"Yes, I've passed all the tests and qualifications, and today is recruit reporting day. Where can I meet the recruiter?"

Augustus frowned, the bronze-colored gate of the conscription center was open, the front hall was richly decorated like an opera house, but there was no one there.

Years of wars have dragged the Tyrannian Federation into a quagmire. The economy is sluggish, the living standards of citizens have dropped rapidly, and the rate of joining the army has dropped to the lowest point, especially in Keha, who has always longed for independence and is extremely hostile to the federal government.

It is widely believed that only the hopeless dregs, homeless bums, and criminals would join the Union Marine Corps.

"We are comrades-in-arms from now on." The marine said, "Enter the door and turn left to the fourth room, the officer is waiting for you.

Augustus nodded and was about to leave when the two marines looked at a young man who was hurriedly walking behind him and said, "Sir, I guess you must have come to join the glorious Federal Marine Corps of."

"We fight for the Federation!"

This made Augustus feel a little strange. Not only did the two people say exactly the same words, but their tone was exactly the same as before.This weird feeling is always lingering, as if they are NPCs in the game, only speaking according to the pre-set program.

Augustus hoped this was just an illusion.

According to the soldiers, Augustus walked through the gate and vestibule into a long corridor, and met his recruiter at the conscription office numbered 404.

The recruiter was a young officer in a dark blue uniform with a gold medal of the brave on his chest, and the rank on his chest indicated that he was a lieutenant.The lieutenant had cold blue eyes, short, crisp blond hair, and a hard-to-notice scar at the corner of his eye.

The federal officer had been staring at Augustus since he entered the room. After taking his file bag with the federal emblem on the cover, the lieutenant flipped through it and put it away: "The famous Senator Anger The second son of Si Mengsk, a top student at Stilling College, in Korhal, you are equivalent to obtaining a passport to enter government departments, major inter-galactic companies and super corporations."

"To be honest, it's the first time I've seen a nobleman like you join the army. Keha is no better than Tarsonis. There are very few nobles who follow the ancient tradition and let their children join the army."

"What made you willing to give up a promising future and choose to become an ordinary Marine?" He looked at Augustus and asked.

"To protect all mankind." Augustus shrugged and said.

"Mr. Augustus Mengsk, I guarantee that you will never regret joining the Federation Marine Corps. For a long time, we have been traveling through the vast sea of ​​stars, exploring unknown and mysterious worlds one after another. We and the aliens The Star Beasts, the Kemerians and the Umoyans are fighting to protect the people of the fringe colonies and their valuable private property.” The officer nodded, which was regarded as approval of Augustus’s answer.

"It's a romantic and honorable profession."

"Unfortunately, when it comes to killing people, it's neither honorable nor romantic." Augustus said after a pause.

The officer smiled without arguing, but then his expression gradually became serious. He cleared his throat and said, "Listen, boy, the Federal Marine Corps follows three principles: Strength, Pride and Discipline. Normally, the Marines would go with the colonial fleet, but after the shameless Kel-Morians tore up the trade agreement, we had to fight their 'army' organized by miners and farmers. "

"We will win this just war."

Augustus gave an awkward but respectable smile.He knew how the war had happened. Although the Kel-Morians had started the war first, the Tyranids were not necessarily the victims who had to take up arms and resist.

In fact, the fuse of the war came from the overbearing behavior of the Tyrann Federation.The Federal Parliament has instructed the Marine Corps to snatch the crystal deposits discovered by the Kelmorian exploration team and the private mines far away from its main star world. A large number of Kelmorian mine owners and members of the exploration team will be sent to the court of the Federation planet to Federal legal trial, and then sent to prison on trumped-up charges.

Next, those mine veins were included in the names of the ancient founding families and new nobles in the Federal Parliament.

"Okay, let's go to the helipad on the top floor. You will be transported by the latest APOD-33 transport ship. This transport ship is equipped with a curvature engine, and it only takes a few days to reach the planet where the boot camp is located."

The lieutenant looked at his watch: "Depart on time at two o'clock in the afternoon. Your spaceship is the No. 089 ship of this type. The ground crew and mechanics call her the Peace Dove. No one will show you the way. "

When Augustus walked into the terminal, there were only a few dozen recruits who hadn’t put on their military uniforms and were dressed sparsely on hundreds of seats.The only thing they have in common is a young and energetic face.

As Augustus walked, he quietly observed the clothes and demeanor of these people. After all, these people might become his comrades-in-arms in the future.

Most people are hunched over and staring at the all-in-one personal terminal similar to a mobile phone, and spend the boring time waiting for the spaceship to take off on things like virtual games, electronic novels and virtual divas.

Augustus even recognized a middle school classmate in it, but he didn't say hello to him.

Others Augustus could tell at a glance they came from the bottom of society, the losers of life or the children of the former.The clothes of these people are the cheapest industrial fiber products, and there is not even a single electronic product in their bodies. Most of them have depressed faces and dull eyes.

"Soldiers, gather immediately and enter the boarding platform from passage number four." Just as Augustus was about to find a place to sit down, a rough man's voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Follow the instructions on the platform to find your spaceship, don't run around! Otherwise the guards will blow your heads off you hairless asses!"

"Didn't it say two o'clock?" There was a commotion in the lobby, someone rolled up their sleeves and repeatedly checked their mechanical watches in disbelief, and there was an uncomfortable sound of shoes scratching and rubbing on the tiled floor of the waiting hall bark.

Augustus walked quickly through the aisle to the landing platform. As soon as he stepped out of the aisle, the roar of the spaceship's engine, the strong wind and the smell of engine oil baked in the sun immediately hit him head-on.

As he made his way to his ship, Augustus caught a glimpse of a number of old, dying ships and a few battered system hoppers.

The original memory told Augustus that the Tyranid Federation was still transporting soldiers with old-model transport ships decades ago. As long as these spaceships did not crash or lose some key parts during the flight, they would never retired.

And his father, Angus, has mentioned the corruption of the Tarsonis Tyrann Federation Council countless times. The assets held by the founding families who control the entire Federation through the council are enough to fill the Andori of Keha. The Asian Trench is still greedily exploiting the people.

Fortunately, Augustus didn't have to worry about his spaceship disintegrating in place after entering the sub-jump channel. As his recruiter said, the spaceship that transported the recruits was brand new, at least it looked better than scrap metal. Much safer.

　The signed contract has been sent out, please rest assured.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)