Military Affairs Department Document 8712/AM/R03

Astral Force Operation Report

Corresponding number: OR-12710735626

To: Supreme Commander of the Dagandewa Task Force

Cc: Ministry of Military Affairs - Archives - Correspondence Department

The Office of the Supreme Commander of the Far Eastern Star Field

Tactical logistics support department

From: Major General Nico Nilom, the officer commanding the defenses of the Gondela system

Topic: An update on the defense of the Pangia subsector

Attachments and References:

Reference map of the Pangia sub-sector

A breakdown and distribution report of the Gondeva interstellar defense forces

A list of the pious who have been approved for the upcoming cleanup of Gondelwa VI

Description: In the name of Male's Most Holy Emperor, Major General Nilom, submit the following request for the defense of the Gunderwald system.

Planet Gondeva VI - Jungle World Class: Minor Agricultural/Intermediate Resource, Planetary Standard Class: C-.

Threat Codename: Greenskin, Purpose: Request an urgent increase in personnel from the Star Field Military Affairs Department.

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Imperial Nest Planet, Skadi.

The surface environment is harsh, the temperature is polar, the resources are depleted, the winds are whirlpooling on the surface of the city, and in the nest, which is more than twice as tall as the highest mountain in Holy Terra, in the factories of the middle level, in the waste and poison gas, people in uniforms are buried in their work.

Knock knock, knock the scraps, cut the good, throw away the bad, there are not a lot of natural resources, but the waste accumulated over thousands of years is still a precious resource for this nest.

People are wrapped like rice dumplings, and the harshness you can imagine, the extremely low temperatures, and the air that repeats hundreds of breaths are all here.

There is no shortage of people who fell on the work line, and their heads were dragged away by the conveyor belt for a long time before they were found by the managers, and then dragged down, according to the situation, whether to make starch or repair and then use.

After a long work that lost track of time, there was a long and hoarse sound, and the conveyor belt that had spread for hundreds of meters stopped, and the endless sea of waste was no longer turbulent.

The tired worker took off his hood, went out, and got today's salary from the man on the fence at the entrance of the factory, 6 blocks of starch of any material, and a bottle of water that was enough for him to survive and recycle hundreds of times.

The chaotic crowd made a clicking sound as they walked, eating the thing, and only the abrupt young man endured hunger and hid the starch lump in his arms.

"It's 20 today, finally." He said to himself, looking a little hungrier than the others, but most of them were yellow and thin, and he didn't seem to be different.

His name is Alan Baier, also called Wang Pu, it depends on how you distinguish his life, for example, he was called Wang Pu when he was alive as a human before, or he is called Alan Baier when he is dead now, probably separately.

But in terms of accurate words, crossing is to describe his current situation is the best, since he stepped into the society in his previous life, looking for a sales industry, destined to run around the world, the probability of death of people who go out is much greater than that of ordinary people.

In the complicated business, he is delivering the most important thing to the customer, but unfortunately he is late, and the competitor is also very fast, he can only choose to climb over the railing, violate the rules, and urgently look at the big customer waiting across the road.

When he heard the car honking its horn sharply, the sound of braking suddenly, and the sound of popping, the flesh rotted on it, and he woke up again, and here he was.

Interestingly, the urgent, high-pressure days made him close his eyes, but now he has not escaped.

He followed the crowd up to the square in the middle of the nest capital, which was connected to the factories, the crowd of workers, the dim light, the foul smelling air, and in the middle of the square, the 15-meter-high statue depicted the god emperor in golden armor, with a halo on his head and a flaming sword in his hand.

The Emperor...

"It's been three weeks, get used to him, get used to him." Alan Baier took a deep breath, greedy, he wants to save more than others, get more, and live better.

He walked crookedly, because those starch blocks were only enough for a person to live normally, and he saved 20 yuan, normal people had already collapsed due to complicated work and fatigue, but he persevered.

He trembled and walked to the inconspicuous corner of the nest, where nobles and commoners would never come, and where the black market of the nest capital would be.

He knocked on the door, and the door opened the surveillance hole, and it was an unforgettable eye, a strange purple, and Alan Bair knew that it was the psyker...

It's the psionics who have ingested the mushroom plant powder unique to the lower layer of the Skadi Hive Capital, they are simply humanoid subspace rifts, and PDF can't stop that kind of powder.

He said boldly. "I ordered the goods two weeks ago, thank you." He took out the dirty rags and spread them out, and inside were 20 neat blocks of starch, which were also the most basic source of food and energy for the nest.

The person in charge of the black market didn't speak, just took out a bottle, a small bottle, and a colorless liquid like a pepper jar, and Alan Bair's heart beats, he has waited too long.

"Thank you." He swapped things, the bottle was coolant, I don't know what it pulled from the device, but this thing had other uses besides cooling.

That is, drink it.

This is one of the few alcohols in the world of the nest capital, which can be drunk for a long time when mixed with water, cold and violent, and no natural creation in the material world is as violent as it.

And Alan Bair's boss, the director of the factory, is a drunkard and a big bureaucrat.

As long as he uses this thing, he can get out of his current position and climb up.

After three weeks of traveling, one week of gathering intelligence, and two weeks of getting spirits, how can success be no longer in sight?

Even though you are dazzled by hunger, and you may be paralyzed at your workstation for another day, there are so many people who want to get this opportunity.

Ha, goodbye, damn factory lines!

He hurriedly walked back to the factory, and at the gate of the closed factory, there stood the fat man in gorgeous clothes, and he licked his lips.

"Got it?"

Alan Barr handed the little bottle to him like a treasure, and the adult patted him on the shoulder, and with enough strength to make him fall apart.

"Tomorrow, you go to the second floor and do the assembly supervision of the laser gun, I like a child with vision like you, the throne is on the throne."

A smile overflowed from the corners of Alan Baier's mouth, uncontrollable, in this gray and disgusting nest capital, he finally took the first step.

When he said goodbye to his "benefactor" and returned to his own room, which was the rat cage of the residents of Chaodu, people were forced to huddle inside, only 5 square meters in size, but fortunately there was still private space.

He opened the door, feeling that his cage was sweet and soft at the moment, and the pleasure in his heart was unwilling to dissipate for a long time, and tomorrow he could only work nine hours, and his salary would be enough to eat.

Maybe in the future you can walk in front of the planetary governors, see the real Astarte, or join the circle of nobility?

He thinks he can do it!

Until he saw that there was a paper on the door of his room, it was better to say that there were all in this row of rooms, no, this whole building?

He looked timidly, the notice at the door, with the skull symbol of the Empire on it, indicating that it was an official document, or even recognized by the state religion.

Title: Eleven Taxes

Contents: [The Emperor congratulates and wishes you, citizens.

With the glorious providence and the protection of the Holy Hand, 50% of the population of the Hive Division where you and you are located have been drafted into the Skadi 3rd Infantry Regiment of the Astral Army.

You are called to serve humanity's holiest emperor and defend the empire and humanity.

Thank you and praise your life, it will now make sense to fight and die heroically with billions of others to preserve the purity and safety of the glorious empire.

By fighting, you will always live in the eyes of the Emperor, and the light of the Golden Throne will always shine on you. 】