"How was your trip to New Folsom Prison? Private Tychus Finley."
The armory in cabin No. 12 of the Hyperion was filled with the smell of acetylene, engine oil and high-energy gas. The heavy industry workshop between the decks was replacing a new refined gas engine for a laser drill tank.
Replace its aging fossil fuel engines.
Between the carpeted gray metal bulkheads on both sides, on each manufacturing platform and operating platform at different levels, there are many Revolutionary Army engineers and mechanics at work. Under the blue and white light of the built-in wall lamp on the ceiling above, there is a gush of light.
The electric welding sparks fall like a waterfall on the transportation track running at the bottom using electromagnetic acceleration technology.
After Major Matt Horner arranged the star-shaped collar badge on the collar of his staff officer uniform, he reached out and handed a Revolutionary Army wolf shield armband with red letters on a black background to Tychus Finley, who was holding a low-quality cigarette.
The man was currently crossing his legs on a tall supply box next to the armory shelf.
"How about a big pile of turds mixed with urine?" Tychus took the armband from Matt's hand, took a look at it, and put it on the collar of his work clothes.
Tychus had the thought of stepping on this armband under his feet and walking away, as a way of resisting Augustus Mengsk's severe punishment, and to demonstrate his unrestrained, unrestrained and freedom-loving personality.
However, the wolf armband was the badge of Augustus' personal guard. In any case, it also meant that he could escape from the boring armory manufacturing workshop to do some interesting work.
Counting it all together, since the last time he was kicked by Augustus into New Folsom Prison to experience life, and last month he was brought back and thrown into suffering at the hands of Rory Swann, Tychus Finley
It may have been a century since I had been exposed to the colorful and beautiful world.
Moreover, according to military regulations, if Tychus did this, he would have to live in New Folsom for another half month.
"I bet, little brat, your white ass will make you pee if it touches the rusty iron bars of New Folsom Prison." Tychus didn't look at anyone seriously, anyway, in his eyes, Matt
·Rising stars like Horner are not yet considered senior generals in the core circle of the revolutionary army.
"Really? I would like to experience it." Matt Horner pulled on his wide-brimmed felt hat with a gold rim and showed an impeccable smile, without any hint of joking.
"New Folsom was once a place where many revolutionary patriots stayed. The people there were all great fighters who were the most loyal and unswerving to the revolution. Many heroes I know have been imprisoned, and now among them
Some of them are still leading the revolutionary ranks."
"I've never seen a fool like you rush to suffer. Revolution! Revolution! You're going to be ruined, so what's the use?" Tykes was so angry that he almost suspected that this person always had his eyes flashing.
The hopeful boy is burying himself.
"He was warning me."
Of course, this kid hasn't seen much of the world yet, and he doesn't have the desire to ridicule others or the brains.
A pretty boy, a nerd, an old-fashioned guy with a head full of revolution and rules and regulations. Although he is still very young, his character is calmer than that of the 30-year-old Tychus. Generally speaking, Tychus has always been interested in this kind of person.
Keep a respectful distance.
Think about it, when Augustus brought this brat out of Terrador No. 9, he was like a homeless puppy at a loss. Now he is a member of the General Staff of the Revolutionary Army.
Officer, but Tychus went back more and more.
Tychus said that this is a hero regardless of his origin, while Augustus believed that this is a dog that cannot change and eats shit.
"...Really." Major Matt was noncommittal: "I think, when the Red Stone Star and ued signed the peace treaty, if you didn't just dance in front of Marshal Augustus, you completely forgot about yourself
His responsibilities will not make him angry."
"When the marshal, who usually rarely gets angry, gets angry, no amount of good words we say can help you."
"I'm pretty sure that old dog Edmund Duke was having fun with this all day long, and he was also sure that bastard Augustus was going to kick aside the old party of the devil in heaven and start a new one." Tai
Case said.
"Actually, I couldn't help myself at that time." He said quibly: "At that time, I drank a little wine and lay on the body of the Camorian beauty for a while. I don't know what happened after that."
"Although that old boy Augustus Mengsk appears to be tolerant and generous on the surface, he is actually quite petty. I just laughed loudly at his little skirt joke, and I actually remember it now." Tychus
go on:
"He doesn't think that he is the only one who knows about this, right? Everyone in Hyperion has already known about it? What does this mean? I'm still wearing a skirt now."
"Just because of this, Augustus threw me into New Folsom, saying that I would have to go there sooner or later. Then he asked me to work for Rory Swann. Didn't he think I couldn't deal with that dwarf?
Asking soldiers to do embroidery, is this something a human being can do?"
"You have to work hard and be at least a colonel or even a major general now." Matt sighed.
"You don't understand at all. If you don't have some fun and excitement in life, how can you know that you are really alive?"
"You know, this is the world that the marshal expected: no continuous wars, no conflicts... no excitement - my teachers at Umoyan University told me that they would call that, peace." Matt.
Just looking into Tychus's absent-minded blue eyes.
"When we were still in the Federation Marine Corps, Augustus liked to write letters to his lovely little sister and tell some childish and ridiculous fairy tales. What, could it be that he really lived in such fairy tales before?"
It's hard to say who in the world knows the real Augustus Mengsk better than Tychus.
"Oh~ the little prince of Keha..."
"That's the world he dreamed of, the starry sky and the peaceful age." Matt immediately retorted: "You haven't really read those tender letters at all."
"Mr. Finley, you are a respected hero, not a sneaky gangster. Do you know how many people are chanting Tychus Finley's name, waiting for you to save them."
"...Heroes are very busy." Rarely, Tychus turned red. But with such shame, this point can be completely ignored.
Matt said as he took a set of gold and red military uniforms from a marshal's guard soldier next to him, and handed it to Tychus: "Now I should call you Second Lieutenant Tychus Finley."
"Wow, it looks good. The Marshal's Guard has issued new uniforms." Tychus is a gentleman with finesse and taste after all. He even rubbed his hands when he took the uniform - even though he looked like a fly.
It can already be seen from the marshal's personal guard soldier next to Matt that the new uniform is a red uniform, dark blue trousers, with gold buttons and V-shaped epaulettes representing military rank. Compared with ordinary uniforms, the guard's
The uniform looks much more gorgeous. The lace, tassels and golden wolf logo on the cuffs and shoulders of the uniform are all pure gold. Even the two sides of the flat cap have intertwined golden laurel leaves.
"The new uniform design was proposed by Deputy Chief of General Staff Arcturus Mengsk. I heard that he used a private high-end tailor who originally worked for the Tagore family for this purpose, and the style was modeled after the Royal Guards uniforms from the ancient Earth nation era.
"Matt has now taken the initial step into the upper echelon, and can be considered to be able to understand a lot of inside information.
Although he is too young to be true, Matt is indeed a rare talent. In just two years, Matt not only became an experienced captain through actual combat, but also took sufficient rest time to study, and
Finally, he recently passed the graduation examination of Umoyan National Naval Academy.
"Royal Guards? It seems that what those old guys said is true. They are planning to make Augustus Mengsk a dictator emperor." Tychus clicked his tongue: "This is different from what was originally promised.
, can those who are involved in the revolution buy it?"
"They feel that the republic is not reliable at all. Rather than waiting for a group of noisy members to waste time arguing in the parliament, it is better to let the really wise people take control of the power. That is to say, when the Korhal uprising was announced to the world
The Mengsk family wants to be a royal family, so how can they respond to everything at once?"
"Where are we now? The Earth and the Federation are still alive, and these people want to appoint a new king. This is freedom, this is revolution."
The old guys Tychus refers to mainly refer to the gang of Horace Warfield and Arcturus Mengsk.
"This is the opinion of Chief of Staff Arcturus, and the marshal has been strongly opposed to it." Matt doesn't think so: "But I have to say that the voice in the army has been very high recently, and many people think that only Augustus
·Mengsk deserves this title. After all, Augustus is originally the title of emperor."
"Since the history of the Koprulu Sector, there has never been an empire or emperor here, nor has it been oppressed by an autocratic system. On the contrary, they extremely hate the so-called democracy and parliamentary system represented by the Terran Federation, and
Totally disillusioned with the federal system of the past," he said.
"For the people here, it is just the history of the earth that has long been forgotten. Most people in the edge world don't even know what an emperor is, but at least they know that it is an extremely respectful word... They probably feel that
That's cool."
"That's right, it's just a title. In my opinion, there is actually no difference between an empire and a republic. As long as the people below are living better than before, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?" Tychus is a very shrewd man:
"Don't the protoss also say that they are some kind of empire of the protoss? If we don't build an empire, our momentum will be much weaker."
He changed the topic: "What do you think? When the time comes, those who are in favor of it will stand on one side, and those who oppose it will stand on the other side."
"I neither agree nor object. As long as the people can live better under the new political system, it doesn't matter. On the other hand, if Marshal Augustus will become a completely different person in the future and abandon the current
If he commits to whatever vision he pursues, then I will definitely stand up against him."
"Then you can rest assured, at least Augustus cannot be worse than the Federation." As Tychus said this, he had already taken off his coat and put on the gold and red Royal Guard uniform.
"Okay, tell me what new tasks he has for me."
"Marshal Augustus has decided to re-appoint you as a squadron leader of his guard." Matt said.
"As you know, we just started another war with the UED not long ago. Now the fleet is attacking the core world Bronte Prime controlled by the UED." He said:
"Ued's fleet in the Broem system has been completely defeated, and a landing battle is about to begin. Before the marshal arrives at the Governor's Mansion on the Broem star to deliver a speech, you must be prepared to command a guard."
"I have to say that old Tychus is an expert in this field. The private security companies in this sector are not even worthy of carrying my shoes." Although there are many complaints, Tychus really does not dare to offend Augustus now.
.
"He still can't leave me...but I always feel that it won't be that simple."
The gray-haired boy always meant what he said, whether it was bad or good.
"How about it, we have already reached Blount, and we will be able to invade Tarsonis soon." Tychus could already imagine the prosperous scene of Tarsonis.
Blount is one of the earliest main star worlds to form the Tyranid Federation. It is also a prosperous world with a stable social order and a developed economy. It plays an extremely important position among the planets that form the Federation.
Now, Blount is also one of the most important planets controlled by UED, with a considerable number of fleets and ground troops stationed there.
"It's not that easy. According to intelligence, Stukov once again strengthened Tarsonis's orbital defense system and began compulsory recruitment." Matt shook his head and said:
"He may also control an unknown large number of hybrids. The destructiveness of a large-scale hybrid to our army is unimaginable."
"Where are the protoss? They can't just sit idly by." Tychus also knew a lot about hybrids.
"Sagulas, the protoss' homeworld, has been invaded by zerg. Now I'm afraid they can't help us much." This voice was Augustus. He was still wearing a dark blue military uniform, and was only accompanied by a red-haired man.
Sarah Kerrigan.
"Augustus?" Tychus opened his mouth slightly because he was too surprised when he turned around.
"Are you talking bad about me again?" Augustus chuckled.
"No," Tychus said immediately.
"He said you were petty," Kerrigan said, one hand on her hip.
"I hate mind-reading psykers!" Tychus wanted to spit, but swallowed it wisely.
"Hey, boss, oh no, Marshal, come and see our newly built main battle tank." At this time, Chief Engineer Rory Swann, who was walking up the stairs from the lower deck of the armory, inadvertently answered.
The siege of Tychus.
This does not mean that the relationship between Swann and Tychus is very good. In fact, although Tychus is by no means a clumsy and stupid guy, he just broke Swann's newly invented high-energy gas collecting wireless device last time.
There was a big quarrel between man and machine.
Both sides called many people from the Marine Corps and the Engineering Corps to prepare for a fight, but in the end they had to give up due to the intervention of the military police.
"Look at that big guy. It weighs 170 tons and has 200mm of armor at its thickest point. It has no shortcomings except the possibility of crushing roads and bridges - fuel is one aspect, but compared to its awesome destructive power, that
But it’s not worth mentioning.” Swann walked down the armory with Augustus, who came to visit, and stood on the platform above a heavy tracked tank.
It was a heavy tank that was even larger than the arc light siege tank, and the diameter of the muzzle was so large that it was terrifying.
"We prefer to call it the Draken siege tank - it uses the chassis of the Zeus battle tank, and the main gun is the Draken laser drill. The maximum energy output can reach 17.4 billion watts. Considering the cost, it is also
It can be replaced by Camorian's BDE-1600 mining drill, which of course is much less powerful."
"Considering the cost and craftsmanship, the production of this tank is very limited, but it can be used as a mobile weapons platform against fortresses."
"Wow - this is concentrating the energy of the sun on your fingertips." Tychus joked.
"Well, you really love the Draken drill to death." In any case, this caliber still satisfied Augustus: "I knew this a long time ago."
"The battle of Blount is the best time to test him - Tychus, you do it."