From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Buzz~! Buzz~!

Inside the Star Destroyer, a shrill alarm rang out, echoing through all the deck corridors.

The high-frequency shrieking sound made almost everyone feel a palpitation in their heart. As the alarm sounded louder and louder, the atmosphere in the entire ship was quickly shrouded in a sense of oppression.

The warning lights at every corner and above every gate were flashing dazzling red light, making everything around look tense and dangerous.

And every region has fallen into a more intense state of mobilization.

Stormtroopers wearing white armor quickly gathered at the designated area from all directions.

Their superiors issued an order that they must go to the ship's ground armored vehicle maintenance dock and carry out clearing and encirclement operations in the maintenance dock, because intelligence showed that it had been raided by an unknown enemy.

The stormtroopers moved quickly through the corridors of the ship with resounding footsteps.

The plates of their armor made slight noises in the air. Each team member held the blaster firmly in his hand. The tactical display screen on the helmet also marked their route and a lot of real-time data.

Logically, those who are elected as the Imperial Stormtroopers can be considered the elite of the Galactic Empire.

So as soon as they received the order, more than 200 stormtroopers began to march towards the maintenance dock.

However, the ordinary staff on the ship are completely different.

They were only wearing simple work clothes, had no combat capabilities, and were not prepared to face this sudden crisis.

When they heard the alarm and felt the vibration of the ship, many people subconsciously turned around, their eyes widened, and saw the stormtroopers quickly march into the preparation area, and they all fell into chaos.

Since the enemy had not yet shown up, the uniformed personnel, more for self-protection, hastily fled to the safe exits of the ship.

Those originally orderly operating procedures suddenly became chaotic.

"Run! Run!"

Almost every staff member's face was filled with fear and helplessness.

As the stormtroopers got closer, more and more logistics and ground crew began to flee in panic.

Their steps were chaotic and disorderly, and some people even fell on the smooth deck, groaning in pain, but they did not dare to stop, as if there was an invisible hand of death chasing them from behind.

They ran desperately towards the end of the passage, fearing that they would be captured by the sudden enemy.

"Those are monsters, monsters!" One staff member screamed with almost all his strength, his voice trembling and uncontrollable fear.

At the same time, some "kind-hearted" staff members, seeing the rapid approach of the stormtroopers, turned around and shouted at the top of their lungs:

"Run! Don't go to the maintenance dock!"

Their voices were filled with unmistakable anxiety and warning.

But the more than 200 stormtroopers ignored these advices and continued to advance step by step, with firm and unwavering steps.

Their goal is clear, and orders are the only guide for their actions. No dissuasion or well-intentioned reminders can change their pace.

At this time, the air in the maintenance dock became extremely bad, with the burning metal and the smell of gunpowder intertwined, and corrosive gases filled the air, as if even the air had become sticky.

The pungent chemical smell and the suffocating feeling of being unable to breathe enveloped the lungs of everyone stranded here.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Not far away, a worker who failed to put on a protective mask in time coughed violently under the influence of the poisonous gas. His lungs seemed to be torn apart, and the painful sound echoed in the maintenance dock.

He staggered and tried to get up, but felt too weak from the violent coughing and fatigue to fall directly on the cold and hard metal deck. He scratched at the air with his hands as if looking for a life-saving straw, but eventually fainted and lost consciousness.

Some staff members failed to avoid the sudden change in air pressure. They were like discarded dolls, lifted up by the air flow and then fell down heavily.

Even if the stormtroopers who had just arrived at the maintenance dock had not witnessed the attack in person, they could still imagine the teeth-grinding sound of broken bones when the staff fell to the ground.

The damage to the internal organs was unbearable for the staff. When they fell to the ground, blood had already begun to seep out of their work clothes. Expressions of pain were intertwined on every blood-stained face.

Panic, pain, and loss of control, these three words cut everyone's heart like a sharp blade.

Escape and survival are their only instinctive reactions.

Otherwise, the people who successfully escaped from the maintenance dock would run away like crazy as if they had seen a ghost. Even the stormtroopers who had filtering functions and ignored the poisonous fog were still frightened after seeing the scene before them.

At the same time, the first batch of more than 200 stormtroopers who arrived at the maintenance dock were also able to use the visual assistance of the helmet screens to clearly perceive the abnormalities lurking behind the layers of poisonous fog.

The scene before them made all the stormtroopers feel depressed.

Through the diffuse poisonous fog, they vaguely saw an unidentified transport boat that had "pierced through" the AT-AT walker on standby, and it was now opening its nose door and parked on the wreckage of the walker.

The AT-AT, a behemoth, was like a card that was easily defeated. Its metal frame had been torn apart wantonly, exposing the distorted internal machinery.

However, even more "thrilling" things are yet to come.

At the front of the transport boat, there were more than ten pairs of dark green "eyes", flashing evil light.

The green seemed to come from the abyss, cold and terrifying, making everyone who saw the "eyes" tremble all over.

The owners of these "eyes", with the aid of the vision provided by the helmet, appear to be giants over two and a half meters tall.

Accompanied by a green light, it was like the gaze of the god of death, and it did not conceal its "malice" at all. It looked directly at the stormtroopers through the poisonous fog.

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Seeing this scene, the stormtroopers felt a chill run down their spines and realized something was wrong, and were about to raise their guns and shoot.

But before all the stormtroopers could react, raise their guns, aim, and pull the trigger, the entire maintenance dock was filled with a sound that made people's adrenaline surge -

Bang—bang—! !

The "pleasant" sound of explosive gun fire echoed in the silent air, like the sound of a crisp bell, coming towards them with a cold breath of death.

The precise shooting from the main universe's explosive bolt guns makes every standard metal hydrogen explosive bolt bullet full of destructive power.

What followed was a terrifying scene that all the stormtroopers dared not look directly at—

Bang—puff—puff—!

The armor and limbs of the stormtroopers who were the first to be hit by the burst fire were also torn and pulled like paper.

The standard bolt shells penetrated their defenses directly and then actively detonated, causing the sounds of flesh being torn and exploded to echo throughout the maintenance dock.

Before these stormtroopers could raise their guns to fight back, they fell to the ground.

To be precise, it was a body that was blown into pieces, with blood and armor fragments flying around and finally scattered on the cold deck.

In just a moment, the two hundred stormtroopers who arrived at the maintenance dock first were almost all killed or wounded.

Those stormtroopers, who were originally "invincible" and strictly obeyed orders, had no chance to react at all when faced with the enemy's unexpected and fierce attack.

Although their armor and weapons are high-end, they are as fragile as toys in the face of the torrential "artillery fire".

The large-caliber physical ammunition was like a ruthless scythe of death, tearing through their armor and bodies, leaving bloody remains scattered all over the ground.

Almost every explosion was accompanied by the disappearance of a comrade.

As the first wave of assault troops collapsed, the remaining members saw their comrades' armor and bodies being blown apart in an instant, their limbs and heads being torn apart like dolls, and blood and debris floating in the air.

No team member could muster enough courage to fight back.

The violent impact that tore the flesh apart brought not only physical pain, but also an absolute sense of psychological oppression.

At this moment, the chasm between life and death seemed incredibly deep.

The stormtroopers, who were originally well-trained and well-equipped, completely lost their confidence in the face of such an irresistible and uncontested enemy, and their hearts were filled with complete shock.

Even the strongest will collapsed in this moment, and they realized that the enemy before them was far beyond their ability to deal with.

Their enemies didn't resemble humans at all, or any known military force.

The other party is an incomprehensible source of violence, perhaps even beyond their imagination. Perhaps only Sith warriors can compete with it.

In just a few moments, all tactical thinking and obedience to orders collapsed, and all that remained was the instinct for survival.

However, under the instinctive trend, their thinking became clear and calm. After all, the only way out was -

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Don't shoot!"

All the surviving stormtroopers lowered their weapons at almost the same moment.

For a moment, the air was filled with the silence of "steel and ammunition".

However, they all knew that they were powerless to put up any more resistance, and continuing to fight would only lead to an even more tragic outcome.

So everyone raised their hands without hesitation, indicating that they no longer posed any threat.

"We surrender!"

This cry was filled with an unconcealable despair, a hint of trembling in the voice, and also a deep sense of helplessness.

They threw away their blaster rifles, as if throwing away their only hope of survival, and gave up any possibility of resistance without reservation.

Although surrendering would result in the loss of dignity, in front of the "killing machine", their pride and obedience to orders no longer had any meaning, and all that remained was the desire to survive.

Sure enough, the sounds of explosive gunfire that sounded like death knell came to an abrupt end after they chose to raise their hands in surrender, and only a heavy silence remained in the air filled with poisonous fog.

The surviving stormtroopers could clearly hear their own hearts beating.

And their hands no longer hold guns. Those blaster weapons that once flashed with deadly light have now become their only burden.

Oppression and anxiety enveloped them, and everyone almost held their breath.

Boom, boom.

Suddenly, a sound of heavy footsteps came from a distance and gradually approached.

Those footsteps were not the quick and hurried steps of battle, but like the echo of heavy steel interweaving, shaking their hearts with every step.

They looked up towards the source of the sound.

I saw tall, exaggeratedly proportioned "giants" gradually appearing.

The other party was wearing red-painted power armor inlaid with golden lines, like a fearless god of war.

Each "giant" gives people an unparalleled sense of majesty as he strides forward, and his figure is looming in the thick fog.

Moreover, this group of "giants" paid no attention to the surrendering stormtroopers, as if their existence was not worthy of any attention at all.

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This slightly confused the stormtroopers who raised their hands in surrender.

The "giant" seemed to have no wariness towards them and continued to move steadily towards the gate leading to other areas.

There was no looking back, nor any excessive movements. His steps seemed slow and steady, but in fact he had reached the gate in the blink of an eye and would be able to leave the maintenance dock soon.

Isn't the "Giant" afraid that they will change their minds at the last minute, pick up their blasters again, and stab them in the back?

Just as this thought appeared in their minds, they found that one of the giants suddenly stopped and pulled out a power sword with red light from his waist.

Crack! !

A crisp sound broke the silence, and then the power sword released a "lightning" that seemed to be rushing towards them with destructive pressure.

With almost no time to react, the "lightning" fell into their formation and triggered a chain reaction.

"Ah~!"

"Forehead"

Plop. Plop!

The moment the "lightning" hit their bodies, the muscles all over their bodies suddenly lost control and spasmed, as if every nerve in their bodies was completely controlled by the electric current.

All their senses to the outside world were completely restricted at this moment. Their hands and feet were no longer under their control, and their bodies suddenly lost strength. They fell to the ground powerlessly and fainted.

See this scene.

This group of "giants", or the members of the 1nd Assault Platoon of the 2st Company of the Thousand Sons, continued their "boarding and ship-seizing" battle.

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After leaving the maintenance dock and coming to the hub area outside, the eighteen Thousand Sons remained silent to the outside world.

But in fact, the captains of the three teams seemed to have completed a brief exchange on the internal communication of the helmet.

They nodded to each other, and then -

Boom, boom! !

Then, the three teams split up and started running towards different areas.

The sound of magnetic boots stepping on the metal deck echoed throughout the corridor, and the Thousand Sons, who were so fast that they turned into afterimages, did not show any "mercy" to the stormtroopers.

Damn! Damn! !

Pfft-pfft! !

Instead, they opened fire at full force, and anyone who tried to stop them would be given a painless death with explosive bullets.

They needed to take control of this Star Destroyer to assist the Paris-class and Stealth-class against subsequent support from the Galactic Empire.

As for how to control it, it is left to the intelligent AI that acts with them.

At the same time, the battle for control of Scarif's orbit has reached its most intense state, and the main force of the Thousand Sons' 1st Company, which has landed on the surface, has also launched a fierce offensive against the Imperial base on Scarif.