StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Fort Howey Armory, July 30.

Augustus's platoon is replacing the new CMC-250/EX power armor. This power armor is not a transitional type from CMC200 to 300, but a trial production armor that can install a jet pack on the back.

After the plan for "Operation Landing" was compiled into a report by Augustus and submitted to the Northern Theater Command responsible for commanding the operation, the approved document was quickly distributed to the command center of Fortress Hawe.

The document designated Augustus' platoon to be temporarily reorganized and reorganized as a special operations tactical unit capable of conducting special operations missions, and that they would be supplemented with additional support personnel and forces during operations.

The preparation time for this plan was twelve days, so Augustus had enough time to gain more benefits for his troops.

The R\u0026D team of the CMC-250/EX power armor originally wanted to create a power armor that could fly, but obviously, all efforts in this area failed. Even if a jetpack has been able to lift armor and its wearer into the sky, the chances of failure are as high as the chances of success.

After the last brave test driver fell to his death, the progress of this project gradually stalled. Later, Proxion Company spent its research and development funds on the Firebat Armor.

The castrated version of the CMC-250/EX power armor uses a jetpack that is less powerful and easier to control. But it no longer sends Marines into the sky, but only improves their running speed, jumping ability and momentary explosive power.

The main developer of this project is Hiram Fick, the third platoon armor technician who is standing in front of Augustus. Fick is only four feet tall. When standing in front of the Marines wearing power armor, The warriors had to lower their heads very low to speak to it.

"I will sort out your feedback on the armor and report it to the group." Fick pinned his notebook in his armpit. He has messy brown hair and a funny mustache. Nonetheless, he was a courteous gentleman with a gentle manner.

"It would be great if it could really fly. Why don't you consider reducing the weight of the power armor, or just let people in combat uniforms wear jet packs?" Reno, wearing the new armor, waved his fist.

"Ah~ This is a very good idea, Mr. Renault, I'm writing it down." Fick nodded and wrote it down seriously.

"Do you have any other good suggestions?" Fick continued to ask.

"I'll write it all down."

"I have a question." Harnak was also wearing the latest armor.

"Tell me." Fick was about to write down.

"Can I pee now?" Harnak smiled shyly: "I drank too much beer this morning. But I haven't worn the armor. Does it... does it leak?"

This time, Augustus smiled. Harnack is always capable of doing some ridiculous things.

Fick's hand holding the pen paused, but he was obviously thinking about this problem seriously: "You don't have to worry about this at all. The seams of the CMC-250/EX power armor armor are well sealed. Leaked."

"Okay, the joking ends here." Augustus looked at the time on the helmet's HUD display: "Soldiers, let's continue training. It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and by five-thirty, our platoon will be It’s time to call it a day.”

"When you are completely familiar with this armor, we will conduct airborne training."

Under Augustus's gaze, several squads from the third platoon began to file out of the armory.

"Boss, Harnack is not joking." Josephine said as she passed by Augustus.

"Shut up, of course I know." Augustus glared at him: "Look at him."

"Yes, sir." Josephine gave a crooked military salute.

Just when Augustus was about to walk out of the armory, his personal terminal was opened by Warfield: "Go to the fortress prison room and bring out a soldier named Lisa Kesidi. From now on, she will be Your platoon's medic."

At this time, Augustus shouted to Renault, who was about to walk out of the armory: "Jim, you are responsible for their training first, okay? Be careful with Tychus's thorn."

"Just take a look." Renault looked very motivated.

Augustus nodded and walked out of the armory, found the Fox Hunter command vehicle assigned to him, and said as he drove: "Can't the Ministry of Military Affairs find anyone else?"

"What did she commit? I don't want to bring a criminal back."

"Stimulant addiction." Warfield said: "Lisa Keshedy was a sergeant major, but her dependence on stimulants destroyed her. Lisa had three disciplinary violations for abusing epinephrine-based drugs, and the Marine Corps The army physician believed that she might also be addicted to crabs, a hateful drug."

"Besides that, Lisa is indeed an outstanding medical soldier. She has saved the lives of dozens of people and sent many more people out of battlefields filled with bullets."

"What a big trouble." Augustus said: "Warfield, you know my attitude towards drugs, which must be expressly prohibited and permanently eliminated from the human race."

"In the Tyranid Federation, drugs are also illegal." Warfield said: "But there are many lawless places in the Koprulu sector that are not under the jurisdiction of the government. In war-torn places, people always have ways to get what they want. The gray industrial chain thrives because of the war.”

"Is there really no one who can replace her?" Augustus asked.

"If there are enough people, I don't need to find her." Warfield replied.

"Okay," Augustus said, "but I have to detox her."

The Augustus car stopped at the door of the fortress's prison cell, and two gendarmes in black uniforms were waiting for him.

"Sergeant Mengsk, we have brought Sergeant Kesidi to the closed reception room No. 2." A military policeman said: "Come with us."

"Thank you for your hard work," Augustus said.

Augustus walked through a narrow, dark corridor and climbed up a spiral staircase to the second floor of the prison cell. Finally, he saw Lisa Kesidi, who was sitting on a chair and shackled to the back of the chair in a fully enclosed room that was monitored in real time by surveillance cameras. She was already being held in a detention room. three weeks.

Lisa Cassidy's long hair scattered on the back of the chair is ginger with a satin-like shine. Her facial features are quite feminine and charming. A pair of light blue eyes are looking at Augustus, with a deer-like look in her eyes. Just as weak.

"Huh? Sir, are you here to kill me?" Lisa stretched out her free hand and pulled down the loose collar of the prison uniform, revealing a shallow gully.

"On the contrary," replied Augustus.

"Sergeant, she stayed in the prison cell for so long that she suffered from persecutory delusions." said the gendarme next to Augustus.

"Are there any procedures to be completed?" Augustus looked at the gendarme.

"I'm taking her away."

The devils in heaven are all here——