StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 67 Photos and Tattoos

Like other residential towns established on the basis of military forts, almost all of Howe's business premises serve military personnel.

Residents here use slag-cast prefabricated panels and timber hewn from boreal coniferous forests to build their houses, topped with dark gray shale tiles.Some traditional Turassian homes still have fireplaces, so crimson chimneys can be seen on their snow-covered roofs.

The inhabitants of the town obviously did not plan their roads well when building their houses, so the streets between the rows of houses were crooked and winding, extending into the darkness where the street lamps could not shine.

Since Turaxis II's Kelmorian actual control area is constantly shrinking, their fleet can no longer take off at night to bomb the city controlled by the Tyrannian Federation, so the blackout ban has been revoked.All the shops were lighted, and the windows were wide open.Mid-range restaurants, travel hotels, arms shops selling semi-automatic firearms, bars with sexy girls at the door.
Augustus and Warfield walked side by side on the streets of Howe Town, followed by the noisy demons of heaven.

Augustus was wearing a three-eared hat made of Kayadir Ursododon, his cold gray eyes calmly looked at the people and things in this town, the cold wind was hunting, and the thick fur was tightly wrapped His ears and the nape of his neck—only the bravest alien monster hunters would venture deep into the frozen planet to hunt this ferocious beast, but his older brother Arcturus seems to have quite a collection of these.

"The federal parliament of Tarsonis just announced a new round of economic sanctions against Umoyan yesterday, expelling Umoyan's diplomats stationed in Tarsonis. The reason is that Umoyan exported cutting-edge technology to the Kelmorians and funded The anti-governmentists in the federal territory provide weapons for terrorists and anti-government armed forces." Warfield and Augustus walked and chatted.

"Umoyan's diplomats were driven back again?" Augustus slowed down.

The anti-government armed forces supported by Umoyan's elected council are actually the armed forces under his father Angus. The Tyrann Federation may not be able to investigate clearly the behind-the-scenes of the demonstrations and uprisings on various planets, but the ones they seized It is obvious that high-tech weapons cannot be manufactured by marginal colonies.

Ke Morian's own equipment is not enough, and it is impossible to support the rebels in the Tyrannian Federation in large quantities.Only the Umoyans are keen on infiltration and espionage warfare. They want to use the contradictions within the Federation to weaken the power of this ambitious and increasingly brutal regime while avoiding direct war.

"But the federal government will invite the Umoyan back sooner or later, maybe next month." Augustus said: "The senators don't want to go to war with two independent regimes at the same time, and the federal government also needs the cutting-edge technology exported by Umoyan .”

"Umoyan also doesn't want to go to war with the Federation, they are not even ready for an all-out war."

"If the Umoyans want to settle everything through diplomacy or bribery and maintain the independence of their regime, it would be a big mistake." Warfield is keenly aware of the greed of the Tyrann Federation Council and the founding families behind it: "After the war with the Kel-Morian Federation is over, the Federation Council's next target can only be Umoyan."

"Yes." Augustus nodded silently.He knew that the Umoyans had succeeded in the end.After the Battle of Kailian, the Tyranid Federation was devastated in order to deal with the intensified internal uprising and even the independence of the entire planet, and had no time to worry about Umoyan, who was far away at the other end of the Koprulu star area.

At this time, without warning, Augustus turned his head and glanced back, seeing Lisa Kexidi behind him.Seeing that Augustus was looking at him, the other party blinked his light blue eyes twice.

"What are you looking at?" Warfield looked back too, but saw nothing but a bunch of shouting Marines.

"It's not the medical soldier you threw me." Augustus said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Lisa is an excellent medical soldier, her ability is beyond doubt. But she can't quit Crabs, can't deny their craving for drugs."

"Until I know the way to fix this, I have to watch her. Drugs break a man's will, make him corrupt, succumb to pleasure, fear the pain of losing it, and finally become a slave without dignity .”

"The doctors in the fortress have given her drug withdrawal more than once, but they all failed." Warfield said: "Everyone is very sorry. When you look at Lisa Kexidi's performance on the battlefield, you will feel that she She is a strong-willed, calm and decisive woman. But in fact, even she herself admits that she is weak-willed, and she can't control herself."

"You should put her back in the cell," Augustus said.

"It's not up to you and me." Warfield spread his hands: "Lisa's contribution deserves another chance from the Military Affairs Department. If this continues, what awaits her is imprisonment. Demons shouldn't be in jail."

"But if Lisa takes drugs again." Augustus glanced at Warfield.

"Then do whatever you want," Warfield said.

"I will," said Augustus.

Augustus and Warfield walked west along the street, and finally stopped in front of a restaurant called Papa's.

It's not a big restaurant, with just a few dozen clean linen tables and stainless-steel chairs, but it's reasonably well-decorated.Colonial oil paintings and brass-colored wall lamps are hung on the walls, and the waiters carrying the plates are young and beautiful, with natural smiles.

"I thought it would be a high-end restaurant." Augustus looked at the rolling shutters pulled up at the entrance of the restaurant.

"Funds are limited." Warfield stepped into the restaurant: "The people at UNN just want a few photos of the Demons of Heaven celebrating."

"Then how did they find you?" Augustus asked.

"Because it's a political mission," Warfield said. "I'd rather be rolling in a hail of bullets than stay here and eat a big meal."

When Augustus sat at the same table with Warfield, Reynolds and other soldiers in the first squad, the waiters immediately served sumptuous food, and large plates of roast chicken and beer were delivered to the hungry marines .

"Take this." Before eating, Warfield reached into his wide pocket, took out a pair of folded flags, and slowly unfolded them.

"Hey, I like this flag," Harnack called out loudly.

On the banner was the emblem of the Demon of Heaven, a winged white skull with black cloak and eyes burning with red flames.

"Demons of heaven, come to me." Augustus decided to record this moment: "Let Major Warfield take a picture of us."

All the marines left their seats, moved the tables and chairs, and formed two rows in an inner arc.

The third and fourth squads at the front half-kneeled, the first and second squads stood side by side, and Augustus and Reynolds in the middle were holding the banner of the Demon of Heaven.

At that moment, everyone was laughing.

……

Augustus is very happy, at the dinner table, he is always smiling.

"We are the demons of heaven, we are born like this." Augustus said: "We are brothers, family background, reputation status and all prejudices are not important, the blood of the demons of heaven flows in each of us."

"All of us have the same identity, that is the devil of heaven!"

"Augustus, you're drunk," said Renault next to him.

"How can you get drunk on a bottle of beer... Do you think I'm going to stand on a chair and say Lady Luck be with him like Napoleon?" Augustus said.

"Yes, yes, but you can't say such things in normal times." Renault said with a smile.

The sky outside the window of the restaurant is getting darker and darker. Most of the residents of the small town have already turned off their lights to sleep, and the black night also looks deep.

Two hours passed, and when the marines cleared the table of food, Augustus stood up.Augustus had a good capacity for drinking and was restrained enough, so he remained sober all the time, while Reynolds, who had been persuading him to drink less, fell drunk and fell asleep holding his calf.

"Who can still move, get up." Augustus said, "Take away those who are lying on the ground, lying on the table and sleeping in the toilet. It's time to go to the tattoo parlor."

"Who is sleeping in the toilet?" Lundstein didn't drink much, and stood still.

"When I went to the toilet just now, I saw Harnack sticking his head in and snoring while hugging the toilet..." Amy Brandon lamented, feeling very ashamed.

"I'll drag him out..." Rundstein pulled out a tablecloth and turned to leave.

"You really want each of them to have a tattoo of the Demon of Heaven?" Warfield walked over.

"Yes, they agreed a few days ago, we have already agreed." Augustus replied.

"Do you want to write one too?"

"I'm not the devil of heaven." Warfield replied: "But I have to watch you closely, otherwise, who knows if you will come up with some other new tricks... can't write it on your face, I know What absurd things did you do when you were a student?"

"I knew Arcturus would tell you this." Augustus stared into Warfield's eyes: "What else did he tell you?"

"The dress thing?" Warfield laughed.

That's the end of the topic.

Augustus led the marines out of the restaurant and turned into a tattoo shop that was still open. The tattoo artists were men with bare arms and upper bodies and covered in tattoos.They made Augustus undressed and sat on a bench, and tattooed him according to pictures pinned to the walls.

On the tables and chairs next to them are other heavenly demons, and everyone has already chosen the pattern and the location of the text they want.

"I like this pattern." The one who tattooed Augustus was a woman with dyed sea-blue hair, who was gesturing at Augustus's strong chest with tools like blades and sharp knives.

"It's pretty cool," she said.

"This mix-and-match style has become popular recently." Augustus said.

Augustus said nothing as the sting came, memory telling him it was a necessary process.

The tattoo has been used for a long time. At two o'clock in the morning, the blue-haired tattooist was still dyeing the skeleton on Augustus's right chest to his right forearm.

Standing next to Augustus, Ron Destein showed the tattoo on his chest while watching the tattoo artist dye it. It was the same as the banner of the Devil of Heaven, it was also a skeleton with a black cloak, but the skull's Holding a lance in one hand and a cross shield in the other.

"Why no horses?" asked Augustus.

"I've never seen a horse, and I wanted to ride a Korhal space shark, but it doesn't have a skeleton," Lundstein said, frustrated.

"You are unexpectedly persistent in some aspects." Augustus smiled lightly.

At this time, Tychus walked past Augustus, "inadvertently" revealing his tattoo.Tychus was covered in tattoos, the Demon of Heaven tattooed on the last vacant spot on his chest, a skeleton with a cigar in its mouth and a heavy machine gun in its hand.

"That's right, Tychus, the demon of heaven is just like you," said Augustus.

Tychus left satisfied.

"Why, your demon of heaven wants to hold a big hammer." Lundstein asked Augustus: "I thought it should be a sharp sword that symbolizes authority."

"Because my grandfather once said," said Augustus, "When all you have left is a hammer, you look like a nail."

"Your grandfather was a hero. He hunted wolves alone on the Stilling Moor," said Rundstein.

"Hmm..." Augustus said, "I suddenly remembered, have you seen Lisa? I searched around, but I didn't see her."

"She came in with us," said Rundstein, "but she's not here now."

"Who knows where Sergeant Lisa Keshidi has gone?" cried Augustus.

Augustus was aware of the fact that the timing of tattoos varies from person to person, depending on the complexity of each person's tattoo.And if the tattoo Lisa chooses is simple enough, she can sneak out before anyone notices...

this woman...

"I went out and met Keshidi at the art gallery," said Josephine, who was sitting on a bench playing with her personal terminal.

"What is she doing?" Augustus asked.

"I don't know...maybe you are admiring the artwork?" Josephine tilted her head.

Augustus put on his coat and walked out of the tattoo shop like a strong wind.

An art gallery in a small town dedicated to the military is as inconceivable as a suit and bespectacled Tychus sitting in his office concentrating on paperwork.

"Oh, Boss, Lisa Keshidi is a wild horse, and if you want to tame her, you need to use a rein and a whip."

"Emotional Counselor" Curt Josephine wants to shake Augustus' hand before Augustus walks past him.

"I'll slap you to death right now!" Augustus slapped Josephine on the head angrily.

　4000 words...not lazy (righteous)
　　Thanks to Agent Rong Rong, silly bug, book friend 20201102220704574, CommandIICHE for the reward, thanks to the carp king for his water splash, waffle shortage, Baiyun Guyan, book friend 20201102220704574, a dream of a thousand years, who is real, the wolf of the north monthly pass.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)