The security officer thought for a while and shook his head.
"I saw their fleet more than ten years ago, and it's not their colors, and it doesn't have their logo... So who are they?"
"Sir, what should we do now?"
The voice of the officer who spoke was trembling, and he obviously thought that the Astartes were here to punish them.
"Are we worth it?"
Another person asked with some confusion:
"It's not necessary. We just got some minerals, so it's not worth the Astartes going to war, right?"
"Maybe they're just going to empty out our warehouse—"
"Do you think Space Marines are robbers?"
"If it doesn't work, just give it to them and waste money and eliminate disaster."
While everyone was talking about it, Security Officer Moss Baynes thought for a long time. When he spoke again, everyone was shocked.
"We must open fire."
For a moment, there was silence on the command deck.
"To the Imperial Space Marines?"
After a few seconds, the first person to speak looked visibly shocked.
"Baines, are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy. They broke in without any warning and interfered with all our sensors until they malfunctioned. What do you think they are here for? Are you kidding me? Yes, we should defend ourselves.
This is the only way, otherwise... we will all die."
"If you open fire, the ending will be the same!"
"No matter what, we must open fire."
"Without target lock?"
The officer, who looked like a young man from a wealthy family, looked very panicked and slowly operated the console and reset the dials.
"Tell the space station defense array to fire manually!"
The sergeant frowned and tried to listen to his receiver.
"Internal communications are down, what do you want me to do, sir? Yell in the corridors and expect the entire station to hear? And anyway, all the instruments are blind, the lighting is out, how do you want them to get to the turret platform?"
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But the guard officer just gritted his teeth and watched the warship slowly approach. There were nearly three thousand guards on the space station and hundreds of defensive weapons. In principle, they had enough firepower to repel the warship.
"Fire up the cannon."
"What?"
"Open the gunhole, fire the left weapon array at the approximate coordinates of the ship, and set it to a live-fire exercise. It will be useful!"
"good idea."
The rich man reached out and grabbed the weapon he was wearing in his holster, pulled it out without hesitation and fired neatly.
Gunshots rang out in the small cabin, and in the blink of an eye, Moss Baines fell from his seat and turned into a pile of bones. A hole was neatly drilled into his forehead, and the wall behind him was covered with blood mud.
"And it actually turned out to be useful."
The person who killed the commander smiled and said the final words,
Two of the other three officers on duty sat stunned, while the third reached for his pistol.
The man died first, shot three times in the chest and then lay back on his seat.
The remaining two attempted to escape, but two fatal headshots ended their plans and sprayed more skull fragments and dark goo around the control room.
"reach the goal."
As the rich man spoke, its body shape began to change, and finally turned into the appearance of Moss Baines.
Then, he walked over, kicked the body off the leather control seat, and then began to operate the console, managing several major systems of the space station in order.
First, the blastholes remained sealed, and hundreds of turrets lost the power required to activate one by one.
Then the launch module and the escape module were locked, and the energy was completely sucked away, trapping all personnel on the space station.
Finally, the space station's void shield collapsed, the energy supply was starved, and the backup generator was cut off.
An alarm sounded in the cabin, and he ended all the processes almost instantly.
That sound was really uncomfortable to hear.
He stood up and reloaded his pistol, then walked over to the communications console where he had been sitting.
A blue light flashed.
Message input——
He clicked on it immediately.
"Report."
The sound on the comms was somewhere between a chuckle and a growl.
"This is the shapeshifter. The security of the space station has been lifted, Lord Talos."
"very good."
Talos stood up from his chair, exposing his figure to the dim light.
Although he still wears the silver-gray power armor, his body has some decorations that are different from ordinary astral knights. The main thing is that there is a red lightning on one side of the shoulder armor, and there are a few midnight lights on both knees.
The blue twill, through these small details, highlights his current special status in the Astral Knight system.
The prophet stood on the high platform and glanced below. A large group of strong statue-like figures was standing in the darkness, motionless.
After a cruel blood game and transformation surgery, fifty warriors who inherited the gene seeds of the Night Lords were born in an empire loyal (stop complaining) warband - such a high transformation success rate is largely due to
Yu Valiel's years of research on the Night Lords' gene seeds.
However, they are now just a group of new blood, a group of chicks who are not yet qualified to wear power armor, so they can only wear midnight blue scout armor and a closed skull mask helmet.
But the biggest difference between them and other recruits is that even when they were children, these people had already seen blood and were even used to killing people. The transformation surgery not only gave them powerful power, but also invisibly amplified their desire to kill.
, so just standing quietly brings an invisible pressure.
As for how to maintain the loyalty of these Midnight Sons, Talos's method was very simple. From the beginning, he did not tell these boys that they inherited the blood of a renegade legion.
Talos claimed that they are a special force, mainly used for infiltration and breaking enemy lines, so they will appear slightly different from other companies. In other respects, they are the same as other warriors of the Astral Knights, and their genes are also the same.
And this unit is called - Dire by other companies.
"Children of the Nightmare, the midnight party has begun. This is your first action after gaining extraordinary power. Don't let me down. Take this place in three hours. Kill the resisters and keep the rest as slaves.
All your performance during this operation will be recorded one by one as a basis for your future duties in the company."
"yes!"
They roared in response, and a red light shone from the eyes of the skull mask, with some kind of bloodthirsty fanaticism.
About two hours later, in the dark space station——
"Let's go."
Jackma shouted behind him in a low voice, and the three of them appeared in the corridor, the light packs on their chests flashing faint light, illuminating the front.
Whenever a beam of light passes through the wall, they can read the markings painted on the bulkhead, telling them that the passage is E-31.
Jack Ma has been trying his best to prevent himself from entering the main corridor of the space station. Since the attack, no place here is safe, but Jack Ma's caution has given him a rare chance of survival, better than most.
The people are much nicer.
Knowing that places with more people are more dangerous, he will try to use third passages and maintenance pipes, but those places have not been cleaned for many years and are covered with dirt and dust, so they all smell bad and their eyes are like puddles
Painful puddles, painful from endless squinting.
But at least, he is still alive, even like a mouse, but he survived.