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Chapter 266 - Breaking Edge of the Confederacy

The capital city of Tarsonis, the beating heart of the confederacy, and a bustling city of commerce and seat of power.

What was once mighty planet, now turned to a ghost of itself.

The streets was filled with people, but not as energized as before. Their p.a system echoes the streets as they tried to uplift the civilians with mottos.

"Confederacy stand strong united."

"Imperium devils destroyed by the might of the Confederacy."

But the people knew better.

Food shortages, labor workforce is decreasing by the day, murder is at all time high despite the martial law permanently implemented after the riots.

It turned the situation worse.

The rich and those that had the means to escape, flooded out of the planet by the day..

Those that remains are the stauch loyalist and the downtrodden.

The confederacy government, instead of addressing the issues, now making propaganda that label the rebel group as the enemy to defeat.

Propaganda only works when it held a grain of truth. But for every propaganda that slandered the imperium that is send across the confederacy, there is a blowback of the pirate broadcast of Imperium being sent back.

A better life beyond the chains.

A soldier pension guaranteed with land rights.

Available work for those that is willing.

A Government that did cared for the people.

Propaganda so honeyed that some wished to be part of the Imperium.

Many broadcast of the battlefield between the rebels and the Confederacy was as clear as day.

The Rebels guarantee that the citizens were being escorted out of the battlefield, while the Confederacy gunned them down without remorse.

While the people were jailed by the thousands for even looking at the broadcast.

The scientists and officers of the government was tearing their hair off.

"Where did that sonovabitch get that amount of manpower!" A officer yelled as he watched the recent broadcast of Antiga prime.

Giant mechs steamrolled across the desolate cities as the soldiers escorted the civilians out of the battlefield.

Giving the imperium more pr of them being morally just.

Many felt grim.

Because even though they estimated the amount of civilians at Mars Sara could be soldiers,

The amount of soldiers fielded is staggering.

Reports of hundreds of thousands is being reported on every front against the Imperium.

Unexplained number of ships were being seen and spies that was infiltrated in the imperium already lost contact.

By looking at the census that Alexander gave to the government is true every year.

Especially with inspectors that check if the records are twisted.

They argued the amount of Mercenaries under his care, but it outnumbered those that were employed by his care.

"Where did he get the army and weapons from?" That was the silent question in the room.

The weapons used by the infantry was known to them. It was extensively used by the Mars Sara pdf forces.

But giant machine that towered the heavens and innumerable ships flooding into the confederacy? And the large amount of tanks?

Where on the confederacy, did he had the time and resources to make those under the government noses ?

Many argued that he was a plant by another sector that is technologically powerful.

But record of his appearance was hundreds of years old.

Many scientific think tanks under the confederacy had their head stressed and drank countless nights of liters of coffee pouring down their throat...

"Those War machiens would have made countless planets resources to be drained, centuries to make and you give me what ifs?" The Chairman was fuming at the scientist giving him the reports.

"By our current technology alone we are barely able to make a blueprint to fight against the titans they wielded." The scientist smiled as a data slate of a Proto version of Tychus Odin Mech was handed over.

"How much is needed?" The Chairman swipe the screen.

"We well....umm... About 60 trillion." The scientist nervously spoke.

"Per batch?"

"Per...unit. Without the inflation. Once we managed to make a prototype working we can drastically mass-produced it. To just 12 trillion."

The office became silent as there was chill in the air.

The Chairman sighed.

Taxes was already almost at a breaking point. Raising it would make the confederacy on a silver platter.

And the propaganda cannot hide the the fact that the National Bank is already inflating the currency. And this is already on the brink.

Many assets was mortgage to propped their currency. But even the assets they managed looted from Alexander is already wearing thin.

"Alright, I will issue 5 units. Get to work."

The foundries of the Confederacy churned as their vats of molten metal burned brightly in the darkness....

Each bullet, each power armor that was manufactured is in hopes towards the enemy demise.... But they only delay the inevitable.

Everyone in the federation was living in fear...

In Ghost Academy on Tarsonis

One such figure was indifferent to the rest.

"Nova? You still up there?" A boy stood below the balcony of the prestigious institution...

The 15 year old girl in question stood on top of the building.

Her blond hair glitter in the dusk of Tarsonis.

"Yes?" Her blue eyes gaze upon the recruit.

"The Instructor is calling for you!"

She smiled as she hopped down from the roof and landed with grace.

"Let's go Stone, last one is eating rotten eggs!"

The spies in the Confederacy imbedded in refugees were screened by the imperium.

Many were caught. Making the few that survive the process feel relieved. Never realizing that they were kept alive for one thing... To let the confederacy know the amount of hopes they pin on their weapons is no longer valid.

"Just how many soldier is coming out of the base! That is almost impossible!" A man is screaming at a Apartment window that was a few miles away from a Military installation.

Countless soldiers walked out of the . military base in parade formation and those that had their helmets removed, their eyes was filled with confidence as they headed to the nearest starport.

"Forget it, I lost track when the third Regiment walkied out last night " his partner wryly smiled as he handed a cup of coffee.

"And this is the 12th in a Week we arrived, a Week! how can that base hold so many men?"

They were numbed of the fact that the amount of manpower is being walked out of the bases almost everyday.

After sending encrypted messages across the spy network they barely cover the fringes of the imperium space they received more disturbing news.

Machines that touched the skies, ships that is kilometers long. Arriving in their controlled space almost everyday. Cities that stretched to the heaven with technology beyond their understanding. Who use black holes as garbage disposal?

"They are endless." Was the consensus of the bases as they observe them. But from the shadows they lurked, they took were observed. The Ordo Hereticus was observing them, piling up their sins in a book and gathering intelligence to fully arrest them.

Though some hoping that they would try to put up a resistance, and that would make their game... Little bit more fun.

"Godamm it corporal! Get your head down!"

A Terran Power armor yanked one their own in a Extensiven mud filled Trenches in a battle with the imperium.

Barrages of lasers that nearly lit up above the location where the corporal was in.

Clouds of Dirt and shrapnel rained endlessly

The Officer leading this group looked around him.

"It's a nightmare....it's.... A nightmare..." A soldier gripped his gauss rifles as the screams of artillery rained on some other unlucky sector of the planet they were in.

These were the neuro surgical inmates, lobotomized to serve the confederacy by removing a part of their brain to know no fear. But even that lobotomy have made the primal emotion of all creatures bubbling up the surface of their minds...

Fear.

As they tried to rally the men. A foghorn echoed the battlefield.

The corporal stared blankly as the giant monsters stared at their location.

The low humming slowly began to vibrate as the air was being cooked by the extreme heat.

"Shoot....it down! Shoot it down! Artillery shoot it down!"

Their cruicio siege tanks behind their tattered bunkers desperately fired at the behemoth of a machine, sending splatter of explosives at the titan. Which just make splashes on the void shield.

The humming stopped and a stream blue blast of plasma eradicated the defenses.

Scorching everything in its wake.

The corporal just stared blankly as the plasma engulfed him.

Anything that was in the way is cooked alive and the metal melted by the extreme heat.

And the section of the trenches that was away from the blast zone had their electronics fried, causing their power armor to shut down.

A whistle was heard.

A creeping artillery barrage landed upon their location.

Sending plumes of dirt and shrapnel into the trenches.

To the defenders it was like years to them as it clouded the skies with rocket trails and whistling of shells.

After the nightmare of avoiding the death clouds of rockets.

A Confederate Marine peeked out and saw a wave of soldiers barreling towards them.

Tanks were leading the way with infantry support with machine behind them.

And their flanks were filled with clouds of dust made by the horse riders of death trampled the ground. Their outdated gas mask simply glared at them with their hands filled with lances.

The survivors paled as they know what happens if they get impaled by those lances packed with explosives.

"Shoot them down!" A command was sounded.

The remaining Confederacy gather their wits and aimed at the hordes around them.

The side of facing the masked horsemen was filled with confusion.

If they killed a percentage of the enemies before them, normally people would flee.

But these monsters never falter, they didn't flinched as their companions fell from their horses. Their corpses trampled by their peers.

Their mission is above all else.

The first riders managed to leap into the trenches and impaled anyone they see.

The defenders shot them and the horses, found they were met with explosives.

The riders and the horses is surgically filled with explosives. The moment they died near the proximity of their enemies, the trigger is activated.

Explosion and screams sounded the air.

And behind the riders was a clean up crew.

Whistle of the sprint was heard and soldiers rushed alongside with the rest of the forces.

They sprinted towards the now breaking battleline that was distracted by all sides.

And those that had the means to escape found themselves in the gaze of the titans.

The foghorns echo the battlefield telling their death is close, that no matter how fortified the situation can be, no matter where they run. It was inevitable.

Even the mercenaries that the Confederacy paid top dollar to keep rescinded their contracts and paid the penalty.

The majority that joined the confederacy had been maimed to the point of disbanding.

And the trauma that faced was enough to etched their minds.

The skies above was heavily contested as both sides attempted to gain supremacy.

Imperium fighters clashed with the Confederate own, dodging the sheer plumes of flak that blacken the skies and orbital bombardment that was like the sun. Like dancers in a theater of death.

Even above the orbits of the planet, the fleet of the confederacy had no contest.

Their Yamato cannon was the one thing that posed a threat to the imperium Luna Class ships. But the rate of fire and speed lies with the Imperial ships. In a volley of synchronized broadside fire. Shells that was bigger than apartment blocks rained upon the defense fleets.

The armor of the Confederate ships crumpled by the sheer velocity of the macro cannon as it hit in their reactors causing internal explosion. Causing some ships to crash into the surface of the planet.

Wreckages of varied sized crash to the ground in plumes of smoke and debris that told their story. Their defiance held no meaning... No remorse.

The commander leading this campaign watched the Holo screen, as the casualties rise, it was certain that it was victory in their grasp. He smiled as he spoke with the communication officer.

"Have High Command informed with the great news, we lost sixty thousand men, and progress is ahead of schedule of three months, the garrison here is no match of the might of the imperium. We shall embrace this planet with the light of the God Emperor of Mankind. It is flawless victory." He spoke with pride.

The communication officer smiled as they relayed the information.

If it was in the old imperium it would be in the millions to even speak of that notion, flawless victory.

It was the fact that these two government technology is different. One that was born in a few hundred years, while other was forged in war for millennia.

During the founding birth of the Confederacy, most of the conflicts were with the Pirates, and their surrounding neighbors, the Kel-Morian Combine and the Umojans.... And mainly skirmishes or a contained war.

Each of them had their own reasons, grievances, hatred. And willing to see the confederation fall.

Hell, the Umojan gifted the Hyperion to Mengsk, to usurp the ruling class.

But the Imperium...

It was vengeance, they didn't mind being under the Confederacy until they were oppressed by the government.

Everytime the confederacy fought with the imperium, they were given one demand.

"Surrender or die." Three simple words. And no more.

Many laughed it off.

What can a system governor can do?

After six months fighting with the imperium.

Hell...

It was bitter hell..

Every engagement the ships is getting bigger and bigger, more numerous to fight against.

To the point that there were reported fleets housed 600 ships similar to their sizes and 12 capital grade ships loitering in that swarm. Each was larger than a continent.

The Confederacy Battlecruiser were able to make 250 per month. But the reports given to the population by the Imperium stated they were producing 360 per month ....

360 ships that eclipse their own. And 500 of those Acclamators that followed after it.

And their orbital Dockyards is slowly shrinking by the day. Either being destroyed by the rebels or xenos, or the fact that the people is rioting as their way of life is being choked by them. How can they make ships without materials? Some of their lastest ships was just rushed job and had no trials to check for defections.

Even if they managed to land boots on the ground, they were greeted by a hail of Artillery and absurd amount of missiles that would have bankrupt the confederacy several times over and still not enough to pay for the bills.

Tanks that have shielding, Lasers that shoot for kilometers end in sight.

Giant robot that have their crimson glare that struck their souls.

And they sent ghost to assassinate Alexander and they never reported the kill.

In fact the assassination was openly shown across the human dominion and riots intensified in the confederacy.

"How long would this assassin's going to be done in?"

"How about 50 thrones in ten minutes?"

"Make that 5 for me."

And the fact that the Imperium controlled bars casually just bet how long would their would be assassins managed to survive

Each day, corpses piled high, disregarding Genders or color. More so on their side compared to the imperium.

This was not the Old Imperium that Alexander once served.

It was not Atheistic enough to deny a god, from the 30st millennium.

It was not Fanatic enough from the 41st millennium.

It refined the bad traits of its predecessors and gather the best parts of it.

It was a refined version of what he learned.

Logistics that is tighter than ceramite.

Purpose beyond their station.

Faith beyond death

He ruled the planetary systems with incentives than fear. And the people followed behind him.

He didn't request nor conscripted their sons and daughters to die for him. Which made the population glad and volunteer.

He already got trillions willing from war torn version of galaxies

From the grim darkness of the far future.

Each of them willing to die to have a life that is free from the darkness and make their own path. A land and money... And being more than a cog of a decaying imperium... But paving for a brighter future.

Many Confederate soldiers deserted in the middle of the post. The Zealous ones that believe in the confederacy put down the nearest deserters, but the number is getting overwhelming. That conscription was mandatory.

They managed to get some wreckage from destroyed battlefield, barely able to get it, before the imperium salvage team arrived and found that they were unable to reverse engineered the looted gear.

And most of the spies that survived the chaffing and attempted to infiltrate the military bases to gather intact weaponry. Were never seen again.

"By Tarsonis... How many are there?"

In a Hideout located in a refugee planet, reports are flooding in.

Population density ballooned beyond compared census.

It was as if...

"There is someone backing him...informed the Senate... We have a bloody fight in our hands." The spy master muttered.

Because if this amount of people is armed, the spy master shuddered that it would be impossible to kill them all in conventional combat.

The group stayed silent as several armed guards arrived and broke down the doors, before they could protest.

One of the guards spoke.

"You are now guilty, by the power of the Lex and the Golden Throne, We hereby arrest and judged your sins. Failure to comply is death to all that remains under our gaze." The armed soldiers glared at their actions, The guns cocked at their hands.

The spy master attempted to reach out the gun beside him and he was shot with phosphorus rounds.

It brought the people in the room paled as he was screaming as the chemical ate through him.

"You have five seconds to make your choice. And this time we will use lethal force!"

Many paled, as using phosphorus was defined as Non-lethal ... They shudder what is the lethality.

Many were led out with their arms behind their back.

Cyber mastiffs watched their prisoners as they were sent to the Servitorization Centers that is manned by the Mechanicum.

Many onlookers watched as their supposed neighbors was one that want to ruined their way of life.

One child held out a bone for the cyber mastiffs to thank their service. Their innocence was not hinder by the sheer size of the dogs. The Arbites just ignored the fact that it was bribing using treats.

For every spy that was caught, they ended up being a lobotomized construct to work endlessly in mines that is dangerous for human action. Uranium and hydrogen.

Many tried protesting of their human rights found themselves glared by their own people.

"Servitorization are evil! We demand they should be incarcerated!"

A protest started by the human right organization in one of the Servitor centers. The police just stood around the protest.

"There are no innocent in the servitors, or are you implying that these monsters have humanity in them?"

"Aren't they humans?" A human rights activists spoke.

"Good, let them loose. Informed the police to guard and never let anyone out." The Magos spoke.

As the protestors watched as the doors opened. What they met was criminals willing to do the horors inflicted upon them..

"You sure if we are free to do what we want and we will just be in prison?" One of the prisoner asked. He was slated to be a Servitor for murdering five people.

"You can do whatever you want with the crowd outside. And the more you do the less your sentences can be."

The criminals pounched on the protestors and human rights activists. Fueled by the incentive and their base nature of destructive desires.

Women is assaulted and was killed, the people screamed in horor as they watched as the Arbites just simply stood at the peripheral of the protest.

"Aren't you a police! Help us?!"

"Aren't you supposed to embrace the criminals that you want to be free? Go for it! You reaped the consequences." One of the Arbites smiles.

The protestors tried to break free from the blockade and was shot by rubber bullets.

It was until the last of the protestors was killed, the arbites opened fire with live rounds. Killing anything in their path.

"I thought we had a deal!" One of them screamed.

"What deal?" The arbites spoke as he blasted the skull of the criminals off.

Many wondered why would they do this.

But after learning the truth. They shrugged it off. After all, criminals had no rights, the moment commit the crime they become monsters.

And the criminals that participated in the the protest massacre ended up as Corpse starch for the prisoners to eat... Never realizing that they are eating their own.

The battle grew fierce everyday and by the greatest minds of the confederacy.

They estimated that they had six months at the best environment to make their stand.

Six months was the best they could think off, provided the fronts of other races is not cratering. And the Imperium is maintaining their current numbers.

And they estimated the rebels fleet arrival at their Capital. In just three months to rally more defenses.

As they prepped the defenses.

But that timer... Is already obsolete.

Cracks of purple light ooze beyond the edge of their Capital planet. Bleeding into reality as a enormous ship began to escape from their travel. The hull was filled with guns on all sides and filled with iconography of humans and saints.

Similar cracks appearing beside the ship, numbering in the hundreds.

Each came in varied sizes. And their enormous thrusters flared to life as the final defenses of the confederacy was shaken that there was a fleet that bypass their fortress planets.

In the belly of the ships held countless of soldiers, ready for the battle ahead.

Regiment awaited their landing as priest and preachers gave their blessings to the soldiers of the imperium.

Techpriests gave their incense to the vehicles that would shed blood for the omnissiah. Their incense was chocking but necessary.

The orbital defenses of Tarsonis came to life.

Their rockets and shells flicker to the void shields of the fleet ahead.

Many of the fleets in other fronts is recalled back to Tarsonis, it was already too late for them. The first wave of imperial guard landed on the planet.

And the siege of Tarsonis have begun

(A/n): I am surprise of readers in this novel.

if you managed to reach this far with the filter I set, my crazy episodes and such. Mainly Garbage Chapters at the start to prevent the "Tourists" to sent it to GW.

I thank you.

The north of China is cold.

Nowadays I have to take not just the Morning shift, but the Afternoon and Midnight shift as well. 18 hours of work

Watching the world outside my country turning into a hellhole...

I rather stay where I am.

Because I know it's collapsing slowly. But it's hella lot better than what I saw in the west.

I talk with some conservative side of the spectrum. And I agree with some of their points. Just because I came from a Maoist family doesn't mean I lacked common sense.

Your side of the world definitely need Judge Dredd.

Bleeding heart Judges, NGOs and human rights activist is ruining your country. The Law is perverted by those that have the means.

How many reports of women and children being graped? Too many. Watch cute cat videos as screams is in the background.

How many time Feminist and liberals defended the invaders and decided on open borders? Too many. You are now a criminal of the state for opening your eyes.

How many elites just used lawyers to get out of jail and swept everything under the rug? Too many.

Why is it that your prisons was supposed to be inflicting pain and torment,

to imprint their minds to understand their consequences, but your countries coddle the criminal and made the victims unable to have justice? That being in Jail is what makes you a man?

You need the Lex and need it in a brutal fashion.

A bullet to the ones that sought to ruin the country. Is more cheaper than convincing that their path is wrong. The time of talking is over, the moment they claim their enemies as Fascist, because their professors and their peers said so, is ironic.

I fought with a Liberal whose brain is linked to ChatGPT, and he based all his debate on a A.i made by liberals, gaslighting me as a Fascist because I stated historical facts that Britain is not made by Migrants but the natives... Funny when they called me one, when I am Maoist.. they've gone insane.

I went to blue sky to see the left side of the aisle and I got banned for asking a simple question.

"Aren't you the socialist with the desire to be Communist that sought power and you label your opposition as Fascist? Didn't the Usssr join forces with Germany to divide Poland? Isn't Fascism is progressive? Isn't Hitler a Vegan?"

All sorts of slander.

Made me realize that Western world is already decaying from within.

To them... It was never about the people, the working class that the Marx Manifesto dictated.

It was about power to rule over others, they want to be Nobility without the responsibility without blood and God..

I laughed at America got a Somalian that want Minnesota as a Shit hole where he came from, by letting his own people without credentials in the government and doesn't even bother to make a mayoral videos why he is the best candidate, and New York wants a Communism state ran stores in the open.

We tried that, and boy the shit is crap, limited choices and we expect to choose the crap.

It made me believe that Democracy was a mistake, if you allowed the Criminals, the Mentally Retarded, Religious Terrorist, and Illegals that refused to assimilate to partake in the electoral system.

I am at the point believing that Monarchy is the best way at this point (Hoping the God Emperor is real) because we don't have the time to even think about other issues, than to survive the next paycheck. Is that even being alive at this point?

Because the elites made you think you have the power... But they make your life worse to keep their power. Western democracy is simply Bureaucracy that is glorified bloat.

USA have gotten so dumb and ran out of solutions? Wait... I recalled that US education system is a joke at this point.

The first teachers of a child life is the parents, and the moment you blame the teachers for your out of control kids?

Noticed that US Patriot Act didn't rescinded?

Noticed that Second amendment is being under attack?

The moment Europe gave up guns they are swarmed by illegals that will do whatever they want?

Go to Twitter and see many women get assaulted in Europe videos and we are silent about it for fear of being called Racist.

Politicians dictating your way of life like Big brother?

You claim China is the dystopian nightmare. But we are just the Beta Tester of the west new system, the very same people that you elected desire our nightmare.

We adapted because we had family. But the west have none.

But personal responsibility in the west is a joke at this point. Only fans and twitch is a prime example.

Back to the book.

Yeah, I know the last few chapter is far and between.

My time at the farm I am in, is pretty much overclocking. Pay is little.

I never had time to write. I am simply just surviving, not even being alive at this point.

Honestly I am troubled of what should I do with Kerrigan.

I would give a poll at the end.

After the Wings of Liberty and in the start of the Heart of the swarm, which is

... I dunno what eta would start

There is Two branching paths I hesitate to take.

1. Alexander Solair, Sarah Kerrigan and James Raynor is sent to another of reality version of themselves, Like a Rick and morty

Where Acturus Mengsk didn't let Sarah Die on Tarsonis, where he is still sane and listen to Raynor.

And she just a Ghost with James is her lover. And the Zerg is controlled by the Overmind. And the Koprulu Sector is nearly consumed.

2. They would still dragged into a version of themselves, but met the original cast where Alexander didn't interfere, James killed Tychus and a drunkard, Sarah is a Boss Bitch of the galaxy.

3. A mixture of both, giving reflection of their actions

Each path would mold the character for the better or the worse.

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