The security officer thought for a while and shook his head.
"I've seen their fleet more than a decade ago, it's not their color, nor their logo...so who are they?"
"Sir, what should I do now?"
The voices of the officers who spoke were trembling, and he clearly believed that Astart was coming to punish them.
“Are we worth their hands on it?”
Another asked with some confusion:
"No need, we just made some minerals a little bit. It's not worth Asatte's big fight, right?"
“Maybe they are just going to empty our warehouse—”
"Are you a robber when a Space Marine?"
"If you don't work, give it to them to lose money and eliminate disasters."
Just as everyone was talking, the security officer Moss Baynes pondered for a while, and when he spoke again, everyone was stunned.
"We have to open fire."
For a moment, the command deck was silent.
"For the Empire's Space Marine?"
A few seconds later, the first person who spoke was obviously shocked by this.
"Bains, are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy. They broke in without any warning and interfered with all our sensors to failure. What do you think they are here for? Do you tell you a joke? Yes, we should defend ourselves. This is the only way, otherwise... we will all die."
"The ending will be the same when the fire starts!"
"Anyway, we have to fire."
“Without target locking?”
The officer who looked like a rich man seemed very panicked, slowing down the console and re-adjusting the dial.
"Call the space station defense array to fire manually!"
The guard officer frowned and tried to listen to his earpiece.
"Internal communication is interrupted, what do you want me to do, sir? Do you shout in the corridor and hope the entire space station will hear it? And no matter what, all the instruments are blind, the lighting is out of effect, how do you let them get to the turret platform?"
But the security officer just gritted his teeth and watched the warship slowly approach. There were nearly 3,000 guards and hundreds of defensive weapons on the space station. In principle, they had enough firepower to repel the warship.
"Breaking all the cannons."
"What?"
"Open the gun hole and fire the weapon array on the left toward the rough coordinates of the ship, setting it for live-fire exercises will be useful!"
“Good idea.”
The rich young man reached out and grabbed the weapon he was wearing in the holster, pulled it out without hesitation and fired neatly.
The gunshots rang out in the small cabin, and Moss Baynes fell from the seat and turned into a pool of corpses. His forehead was neatly drilled, and the wall behind him was covered with blood mud.
"And it was really useful."
The person who killed the chief smiled and said the conclusion,
Two of the other three officers on shifts sat in amazement, while the third one reached towards the pistol.
The man died first, was shot three times in the chest and then fell back into the seat.
The remaining two attempted to escape, two fatal headshots ended their plans and sprayed more skull fragments and dark paste around the control room.
"Goal achieved."
The rich young master said, his figure began to change and eventually became the appearance of Moss Baines.
He then walked over, kicked the body away from the leather control seat, and began to operate the console, neatly managing several major systems of the space station in turn.
First of all, the blast holes remained sealed, and hundreds of turrets lost the power needed to activate one by one.
Then the launch pole and the escape pole were locked, and the energy was completely sucked away, trapping all the personnel on the space station.
Finally, the void shield of the space station collapsed, the energy supply was scarce, and the backup generator was blocked.
An alarm sounded in the cabin, and he almost instantly ended all the processes.
That sound was so uncomfortable.
He got up and loaded the pistol, then walked to the communication console where he was sitting,
A blue light flashed.
Message input-
He then clicked on it.
"Report."
The sound in the communication is between a giggle and a low growl.
"This is the Transformer, the security of the space station has been lifted, Lord Talos."
"very good."
Talos stood up from his chair, which exposed his figure to the dim light.
Although he is still wearing the silver-gray main-toned power armor, he has more decorations than ordinary Astrology Knights. The main thing is that there is a red lightning on one side of the shoulder armor, and a few midnight blue twill patterns on both knees. Through these small details, he highlights his current special status in the Astrology Knights system.
The prophet stood on the platform and glanced below, a large body of strong statues standing in the darkness, motionless.
After the cruel blood game and transformation surgery, fifty warriors who inherited the gene seed of Midnight Lord were born in an Imperial Loyal (Don't complain about spicy) battle group - such a high transformation success rate is largely due to Valell's years of research on the gene seed of Midnight Lord.
However, they are only a batch of new blood, a batch of young men who are not 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 seen blood and were even used to killing people. The modification surgery not only gave them powerful power, but also invisibly amplified their desire to kill. Therefore, just standing quietly brings an invisible pressure.
As for how to maintain the loyalty of these midnight sons, Talos's method is also very simple. From the beginning, he did not tell these boys that they inherited the bloodline of a rebel legion.
Talos claimed that they were a special force, mainly used for infiltration and attacks behind enemy lines, so they would appear slightly different from other companies. In other aspects, they were the same as other warriors of the Astral Knights, and their genes were the same.
And this unit is called Night Dire by other companies.
"Sons of the Night, the midnight event has begun. This is your first action since you gained extraordinary power. Don't let me down. Three hours, take this place, resisters, kill, and the rest as slaves. All your performances in this action will be recorded one by one as the basis for your future positions in the company."
"yes!"
They responded with a low growl, a red light shining from the skeleton mask's eye sockets, with some bloodthirsty fanaticism.
About two hours later, in the dark space station-
"Let's go."
Jackma shouted in a low voice behind him, and the three appeared in the corridor, the light bags on their chests shining faintly, illuminating the front.
Whenever a beam of light passes through the wall, you can see the marks painted on the bulkhead and inform them that the passage is E-31.
Jackma has been trying hard to prevent himself from entering the main corridor of the space station. Since being attacked, no place here has been safe, but Jackma's caution has won him a rare opportunity to survive, which is much better than most people.
Knowing that the more people there are, the more dangerous it is. He will try to use the third passage and repair pipes as much as possible. However, those places have not been cleaned for many years and are covered with dirt and dust. Therefore, they emit a foul odor all over their bodies, and their eyes are like a pool of painful puddles, feeling pain because of endless squinting.
But at least, he was still alive, even like a mouse, but he survived.