StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Haiji's strong winds are like heavy, high walls pushing against each other, pushing the turbine blades of the wind power towers standing in every corner of Grandy City. The whining wind never stops, and the children born here never thought that there would be a place in the world where flowers bloom and the wind and sunshine are beautiful.

The area of ​​Grandi City has approximately doubled in the past year, and the hexagonal edge city circle accommodates nearly the entire population of Haiji. Continuous craters and huge craters created by meteorites surround this city made of reinforced concrete. Roads and train tracks connecting hundreds of mining areas extend on the sandy land.

Like those cities that were built in the last decade, Grande is a large and dynamic city. Since the revolutionary military government began to vigorously develop Haiji mining and high-energy gas resources, those Haiji people who were displaced by the invasion of zerg have found a stable job.

Tyranid life force is always very tenacious, because all weak, indomitable or lazy people cannot leave offspring. No matter how bad the environment is, human beings will always try their best to survive.

In mid-May, when the weather rarely gets clear, the bustling crowds on Sloan Street in Grande City are busy with their own business and running around.

This was once part of the old town, and in the past it was extremely chaotic because it was too close to the slums. The streets were filled with piles of garbage, drunkards and drug addicts. In the past, there were not even a few surveillance cameras on the streets of Sloane Street, and the local police did not pay attention. This place where filth and people gathered became increasingly filthy and rundown.

After the revolutionary army came here, the slums that had been reduced to ruins by the attacks of the insects were never rebuilt. The military government tried its best to find a decent job for the people in the slums, and those who had been incorrigible never appeared again. Instead, the newly built factories were filled with many workers who had to undergo labor reform in lieu of serving their sentences.

Now the street has changed a lot. Most of the buildings are boxy and standard colonial style, and the roofs are painted red or blue. Viewed from the sky, the houses appear to be neatly arranged blocks of pixels.

The potholed streets have been recast and paved with low-priced wooden boards produced in the combined world of Camorion. All shop fronts have been decorated again, and the names of various products are written on the neat glass windows and wooden doors.

A bookstore with retro decoration provides revolutionary and progressive reading materials, suspension car driver's license assessment manuals, comics and other reading materials to people passing by. Because a child actor named Keith Vilas became famous overnight in the core world of the Tyranid Federation, the cover of his masterpiece "Mayor Mar Sara vs. Zerg" was also posted on the glass of the bookstore, with the words "Greed" written on it. Zerg and friendly protoss slogans.

However, under the words "friendly protoss" there is also the word "mongrel" written in paint, which is obviously the work of local extreme humanists and wild artists.

Other shops sell industrial products such as clothes, farm tools and hover bikes, and the aroma of cooking wafts from a few stores. Since there is very little arable land in Haiji and fruits are a luxury in greenhouse nurseries, the delicious fruits and vegetables from Ayr are warmly welcomed.

Since it is illegal to own a gun on a planet under the rule of a revolutionary military government, many shops selling imitation firearms to the Haiji people soon disappeared.

Because since the end of the Guild War, a large number of electromagnetic weapons have flowed into the civilian population, which has made gang gun battles in backward areas even more bloody and uncontrollable. It is worth mentioning that most electromagnetic weapons are not those leaked from battlefields and warehouses, but are fine imitations of C-series electromagnetic rifles of unknown origin, and there are huge quantities.

According to a host at the UNN headquarters in Tarsonis who was soon executed for espionage, the Brubaker family, the largest arms dealer in the Terran Federation, was the manufacturer of those rifles.

A large group of cheerful Revolutionary Army sailors swaggered through the streets like a flock of ducks rushing through the rice fields, and soon dispersed into various shops.

Some people have eaten enough barbecue, fruits and individual soldier rations in Ayr and are determined to taste "human food" again. Some people want to buy some souvenirs for their families, and more people have no purpose. They just When you want to relax, it doesn't matter whether you go to the movies, the opera or drink coffee. From this point of view, the young soldiers hope to experience a wonderful encounter on an alien planet.

The Revolutionary Army soldiers who have just returned to the human world from the Aiel battlefield are very popular with local girls. After all, it is difficult for them to refuse the exquisite protoss crystal pendants or other ingenious gadgets that the soldiers casually take out from their pockets. Even a springtail tooth is a testament to their bravery and manliness.

Revolutionary soldiers who have just experienced a brutal battle may not have seen women other than nurses for more than half a year. They will blush whenever they see someone wearing a skirt.

The people on Sloane Street were not very afraid of these young soldiers. Regardless of military discipline, at least compared to other federal military bases stationed on colonial planets, Revolutionary Army soldiers knew how to pay.

"Is this ridiculous?" Among the soldiers, the tall Tychus Finley was particularly conspicuous.

"In such a big city, there is not even a red light district or strip club. How are those poor and helpless beauties supposed to live? Augustus Mengsk, are you worthy of your conscience?"

"Don't say that, it's just not that easy to find." Augustus walked in front of Tychus, his eyes scanning around the storefronts:

"I guess you could try your luck on Wayne Street."

"Forget about that terrible place. Those whores should pay me." Tychus said with bared teeth.

"I'm here to relax, not to suffer. If I do what those people do, it's better to just let me die."

"Perhaps only marriage can cure this beast like you." Raynor said: "But you are destined to live alone, Tychus."

"I promised to bring changes to Haji - it seems that the officials I appointed have done a good job." Augustus looked at the red brick roads paved on both sides of the street and the green trees dotted with some greenery. Said with satisfaction.

"You have to thank your father, current member of the Umoyan Council, Angus Mengsk, for selecting and sending these officials. In any case, that was proven during the purges after the Korhal Uprising. A person of his own ability and loyalty,” Leno said.

"Angus Mengsk is more suitable to be a chancellor than a rebel leader - he is a shrewd and capable warrior, but fighting a war requires more than just being able to shoot."

"This is one of the few times I feel grateful that I have a great dad," Augustus said.

Augustus thought of his aging father: "Angus wanted to bring true democracy and freedom to Korhal, and believed that the accumulation of several generations of the Mengsk family was enough to achieve it. But until the Federation brought Korhal Only when it was blown into glass did he finally wake up."

"That's the price of freedom."

"Our enemies are a bunch of bastards. Even the zerg are nobler than the federal nobles." Renault said as he stepped into a bar with a creaking wooden floor. Several revolutionary soldiers wearing brown military uniforms were sitting on the seats inside. Soldier.

"Look here," cried Tychus.

"A demon from heaven, the kids here should run away when they see you."

The decoration in the bar stood out to Augustus, with many old-fashioned shotguns and hooks hanging on them, and a huge Hunter-Slayer Hydralisk skull almost occupying the front wall. A piece of yellowed letter paper read these words: Henry, first place in Al's first worker bee kicking contest, Detective is a good friend of mankind, Long live the revolution, Long live Augustus Mengsk.

"Henri Galesqui." Augustus sat down on the high stool at the front of the bar. He knew that the man with a walrus beard in front of him was a member of the Federation's elite team, the Heavenly Demons, in 2489.

Henry was a member of the third squad of the Special Tactics Platoon. Compared with Tychus and Renault, he met Augustus later. But the experience of fighting side by side made Augustus remember this standard soldier with few characteristics.

Henri Galesqui was a former milkman on the planet Sanghar who joined the army only because someone framed him for murder. This kind of thing is very common in some fringe worlds with chaotic order, and things more absurd than that are even more common.

"How is life here?" Augustus asked.

"It's not bad, sir." Henry handed Augustus a red cocktail: "Before I came to this bar, this was still a gathering place for drug addicts. Everyone was carrying a gun. Pull out your gun. The speed is as fast as the speed of the star spirit drawing the sword."

"At that time, everyone thought that we had brought war and that an era of turmoil was coming. But now, they don't want the revolutionary army to leave." He wiped a wine glass.

"I learned a little bit from the Hyperion bartender, and that kept me from starving."

"As long as I'm alive, that kind of thing will never happen." Augustus said, holding up the cocktail.

"I know that you will never let the brothers who work with you suffer. This is why we are willing to follow you." Henry smiled.

"Gallesqui, we are all waiting for you to go back. The day will not end when we fight the bugs." Tychus also sat down.

"I'm afraid I can't go back. The doctor even suggested that I don't do any strenuous work in this life." Henry pointed to his brain: "I can survive the spiritual attack of the stars because I am lucky enough. , but it almost turned my brain into mush.”

"Now that I think about it, it was really a nightmare. Just the cry of a high-ranking protoss templar who had lost all his people killed many of us," he said.

"We've seen the zerg's fangs and claws and the speed with which they plunder everything, and we've seen the protoss' high technology and their gleaming ships, but we've forgotten that their psychic power is even greater than that of the ghost agents. horrible."

"It will pass." Augustus quickly drank the wine in his glass.

As a member of the Demons in Heaven, Henry may not be as famous as the first team, but he also has demon tattoos on his body. He was one of Augustus's best commanders and always loyal.

However, by now, there are not many demons left in heaven. Josephine was lost in the Battle of Korhal, three men from the second and third squadrons died in Char, and a promising colonel died on board the ship in the fleet battle. Five people were found in Aiur, either eaten by zerg or cut in two by protoss.

"Maybe it was just a mistake that I brought you to Ayr? I often doubt myself." Augustus said after a moment of silence.

"Why do you think so?" Henry shook his head: "My point of view is exactly the opposite. You just did what you thought was the right thing. Think about it, we chased Al and defeated the Zerg Master, and how many people were saved , How many people should thank you, this is something that no one in the Tyranid Federation will ever be able to do again in this life."

"Look, this is the medal given to me by the Protoss." He took out a bronze axe-shaped metal medal with the words "Forever Friend of the Protoss" written in Protoss characters.

"The protoss also learned a lot from us."

"I have one too." Tychus took out an identical one from his pocket: "Basically, everyone has one, even the hounds raised by the logistics. What's the point? It's worthless at all."

"The Star Spirits simply don't understand the value of rare things."

"Tychus, I thought you were the only one who didn't get a medal," Raynor said sarcastically.

"Henry, I will come and take care of your business when I have time." Augustus put down his wine glass.

"But I heard that you never have free time." Henry said: "Remember what happened at Joey Ray's Bar? After a while, I moved to Mar Sara's. I heard that there are many places there. Need people.”

"Say hello to Joey Ray Jones for me," Raynor said.

At this time, the holographic TV in the bar lit up, and the logo of a local TV station flashed past, followed by an extremely solemn picture. A white monument stood in front of a cemetery full of birch trees. The wind was howling, and yellowed frozen leaves were scattered everywhere.

The monument was carved by protoss artists and depicts the bloody battle of three Revolutionary soldiers on Aiur. The base is the bloody corpse of a giant hydralisk.

"We will not forget this," said Augustus.

"Remembering this sacrifice, every soldier who went to Aiur's battlefield will be immortalized."

There are very few revolutionary soldiers buried in the cemetery. Most of them are soldiers from Haiji, while the revolutionary soldiers from other areas will be sent back to their hometowns.

"They are all good people," Reno said.

"People who haven't lived through that won't know what we lost in Ayr - blood, friends and loved ones."

"Many people have left." Augustus felt that he was no longer living for himself.

"But I feel like they are still alive. They are watching me, watching me tear down the crumbling building of the Tyranid Federation, watching me end the rule of evil and eliminate the threat of alien aliens."

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