Amarr Star Territory, Sara Galaxy, Mar Sara, Settlement No. 47.
This is a settlement that seems to be in poor economic condition. Its exterior wall is made of "scrap boards" compressed from various metal scraps. The door is not an automatic door, but needs to be pushed and pulled manually.
The iron fence gate, and even the equipment worn by the guards guarding the door were uneven.
However, when these guards discovered a military truck stopped in front of the gate, they raised their guns on alert and covered each other in a fairly standard manner.
"Ah? How dare you, weaklings like you who don't even have a set of power armor, point your guns at Uncle Finley?"
The door of the truck compartment opened, and Tychus, wearing bright blue heavy-duty power armor, jumped out and walked towards the door.
The gate guards all turned blue. This kind of armor might not be able to be destroyed even if they fired for ten minutes or so. The brave ones still barely raised their guns, while the timid ones had already lowered their muzzles.
"Okay, Tychus, is it fun to scare them?" Jim Raynor also walked out of the carriage. Although his armor was one size smaller, the white skull on the faceplate gave the guards a bigger
pressure.
"Obviously they took the initiative to ask for help. We Baba came across the planet, but the result was this kind of treatment. It's impossible not to give an explanation." Tychus stopped and turned to complain to Renault.
"That is--"
"Are you Sheriff Renault?!" The man who looked like the leader of the gate guards looked at Renault's armor and paint, and suddenly exclaimed: "Sorry, the mayor said that if you come, I will just invite you.
I met him in the city hall. I just saw him before and it didn’t look like him..."
"Huh, 'City Hall'?" Tychus sneered.
Even the largest temporary settlement can hardly be called a town. Therefore, it is indeed a bit arrogant to call the local governor's office as "meeting hall" instead of "city hall" directly.
"It doesn't matter what you call it," Renault shook his head: "In charge of the defense of two planets, I don't call myself the planet's defense minister, do I?"
"Ha, the Sheriff is the Sheriff." Tychus shrugged and gave up the topic.
On the two planets of Ma Sara and Joe Sara, which are actually controlled by the "Heavenly Demon", Renault is free to claim to be whatever he wants.
Oh, by the way, the designation of "Heavenly Demons" has been revoked, and they are now called "Reno's Rangers".
"So, can you take us to see the mayor?" Renault turned to the head guard.
"Of course, please go this way." The guard hurriedly directed his colleagues to open the door.
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A moment later, the "Town Hall" of Settlement No. 47.
Renault, who had taken off his armor, met the "mayor" who was over fifty years old in the living room, while Tychus stood guard.
"So, are you sure it was illegal mining by outsiders?" Renault asked.
"Of course, there are no mineral-related industries in the Sara galaxy at all. Even if we have some light industries, they are all prepared for agricultural production. Those guys who make huge noises and discharge sewage at will must come from the outer galaxies!" Old Man
The mayor said excitedly: "Chief Reno, you must arrest them!"
"Oh? Really?" Renault was noncommittal, sitting there steadily and looking at the mayor.
"Just over there at the Blackwater Outpost, the waste they discharged polluted our water sources and caused the collapse of large vegetable fields. I have sent people to negotiate, but they have heavy firepower. I have no choice but to ask you for help. Please
We must deal with them as soon as possible." The mayor was still nagging.
"Why do I feel that this is not the case?" Renault interrupted.
"What do you mean...?"
"I saw your 'light industry' before coming here. They seem to have a lot of demand for minerals." Renault clasped his hands: "Maybe you have been living in Mar Sara and are not too aware of what happened to Joe Sara.
Understand, I can responsibly say that no 'outsider' can enter the Sarah galaxy without 'our' eyes, especially the so-called 'poachers'."
"Uh..." the mayor began to wipe his sweat.
"If I had to guess, you plan to secretly develop industry, find some guys outside who claim to be able to 'secretly mine', and smuggle them in, intending to use this to surpass other settlements on Marsala, but because of that
This group of people caused trouble, so they reported it to us." Renault leaned forward slightly: "Before coming here, I have sent an investigation team to investigate over there. If you admit it now, maybe I will open the net.
one side."
"Well... you are really good at joking..." The mayor wiped his sweat hard.
"If you have confidence in those weaklings wearing tattered equipment, you can also tell them to take action." Tychus waved his arms beside him and threatened.
"No, I just..." The mayor's eyes flickered, perhaps because he had been told what he was planning to do.
"[Commander! We have encountered the enemy! Requesting reinforcements!]" As the atmosphere became increasingly tense, the communicator in Renault's ear heard the frustrated voice of the reconnaissance team: "[I suggest just saying that this is a poacher's mine.
Get rid of that guy!】"
"Calm down!" Renault stood up directly: "How many enemies are there? What equipment are they using? How long can you hold on?"
"The enemy is bugs! They hide underground! There is disgusting slime everywhere here!" When the scout replied, gunshots and strange roars were still heard in the background: "We have withdrawn from the mine! We are now in a
Hold on to the high ground! But I don’t know how long we can hold on!”
What? Bugs?
Renault frowned. The expected enemy should be the Tyranid Federation agents who sneaked in through the hands of the greedy mayor and did not belong to Nova. They were building a secret base to deal with the "Devils of Heaven", and maybe they were planning to capture Renault alive.
The plan to embarrass Nova's faction.
Before setting off to reach Settlement No. 47, Renault had already prepared countermeasures for various situations.
But why would any bugs appear?
Although the planned plan is basically useless, the current situation is urgent and there is no time to think too much. For the time being, we should act according to the expectation that "the enemy has strong firepower and launches a direct attack."
Renault stood up and walked out of the conference room. The mayor originally wanted to say something, but when he saw a group of rangers appearing outside the door at an unknown time, he still kept his mouth shut.
"I suggest you summon your militia as soon as possible, Mr. Mayor," Renault glanced at him before going out: "The trouble you caused this time seems to be quite big. If we can't solve it, you are the one closest to the Blackwater Outpost.
