It was a celebration that occured on New Tyrus.
People gathered to the newly formed capital to find the festivities was in full swing.
Many of the people of Serra watched in bated breath as the newest chairwoman stood before them. She walked towards the stadium with white clothes and surrounded by armed escorts. Behind the podium is a massive structure that is cloaked by a silk tarp.
Colonel Hoffman stood at the base of the podium as he saluted to her. She nodded as she took to the stage as she address the people before her. People cheered before her.
"Welcome Citizens of Serra, I am Anya Fenix, the First Chairwoman in the current administration and I would like to congratulate those that came before us.
This day marks the 31st anniversary of the Emergence day, the day that scarred our lands and lost so many of the people that is close to us.
I come before you as a person that wants to make Serra, better than before!
I will not hide the facts like the old government that caused this nightmare, And I will be transparent about it.
The life of war seemed like a distant memory.
People that lived the day past E-day was just a neverending suffering. That we often wonder when would we get the last meal or do we get to live another day?
But now, the Imperium have now grace us as we are able to go across the stars and be part of a wider community. Our industry is thriving thanks to people like you!"
She looked back at the covered structure and smiled.
"This day, I will personally unveil the monument that held the all the names of our soldiers that died in this war, Coalition of Ordered Government, Union of independent Republics, the People of the Imperium and the civilians people that Sacrifice their lives to made us of who we are till this day.
As it took 4 years to count the number of the dead. I am proudly willing to unveiled the monument myself!
So that our fallen are realize by the new generation of the sacrifices we made today!"
She walked behind the podium and unveiled the massive cloak and it reveal a massive wall.
Stretched till the eyes could see. Above it stood the symbol of Cog with a double headed eagle clinging on to it. A reminder that the Cog is now a faded administration but the Imperium would hold the best of what left of the former administration.
"I know that words I may speak may not able to provide solace to those that lost their loved ones.
I will assure you that we will be the trailblazer for the generation of tomorrow, put your trust in me as we slowly pave our destiny and our future for the generation after us!"
People cheered as she stepped down the podium and escorted out of the venue.
As she stepped into her vehicle, she found aan before her.
"That's some nice speech you had there."
"Alexander...What are your plans for this place?"
"Nothing, my work is already done."
"Nonsense, you would dragged us into another war?"
"I came here for technology, not soldiers to die for my cause, unless they are willing. Besides, without the Imperium, you will have nothing on the table.
All the threats that Me and my men eradicated would plague Serra would we never stepped into the conflict."
"How can I trust you, Alexander Tyrus? Or shall I say, Alexander Solair? High Lord of Terra?"
"You been a busy little bee, outside the bedroom huh?"
"Answer my question. How can we trust you? If your name is just a proxy?"
Alexander wistfully glanced at the windows outside as he see the reconstruction is taking place. Some people waved at the chairwoman vehicle.
"You have to, because even if I wanted this planet away from war... Humanity always seemed to be attracted by it."
"What happened on Azura was just the beginning, they left because I was here and beyond their expectations. Once I am gone, dead even, they will come here in full force. Killing everything you love. Because they already linked your world as my influence that needed to be eradicated."
"What you want us to do?"
"Prepare, Anya... prepare and ready for the fight that determine the cosmos. I will be returning soon, but I will meet Marcus and Your son... For the last time."
The transit was silent, Anya gaze at the man before her, reading a newspaper of her interred into the government.
She was confused why he appointed her as a planetary governor when he could rule this place himself. She had flashbacks of the time she did asked that question.
"Why Alexander? Why me of all people?" She spoke.
It was a few weeks after the destruction of the locust that Alexander appointed her as a Planetary governor of Serra. She stood before his office, wondering what going on in his head.
"There are more things that I could handle, I control galaxies, and I prefer a person that I believe that is up to the task, I believed you are a right person for the job, with your experience and people recognition that you are a suitable person, with my resources and influence I perhaps personally keep the leadership to myself. But the people need someone to relate to, someone that they believed in....
He pointed out across his window, the cheering of a statue of his image.
She could hear the people crowded around the priest.
The said priest held the leticius Divinatus for all to see.
"Rejoice! The son of god emperor had descended upon us and given us Salvation! He walked among us mortal men, to bring enlightenment for us to be embraced by the Holy Imperium!
She noticed Alexander looked exasperated as he tried to toss a boot at the priest to shut him up.
The boot directly hit upon the Priest head...
Causing him to fall from the platform making the crowd dispersed for a short time until the priest stood up, And it didn't stop them, but became more feverish in their passion to pray.
"Rejoice! The Son of God Gave us this boot And we shall enshrine it for it shows our faith is lacking!"
"I don't want to influence any more people than necessary, because of my little scuffle I committed in Azura, they believed that I already a God descended from heavens and made me a god of war and mercy.... *Sigh* I told them I am not a god... But people are way to stubborn.
"Why not embrace it?" She jest, but the man before her looked grim.
"Anya... I rather be a human that relate to humanity than being a uncaring deity that just be a pedestal..like my father had become... You read the Imperium of Man history yes?"
"So it's true then? All of it?"
"I don't lie, we are always at war... And I see people of Serra can offer what we lack thereof for so many millennia... Hope."
Anya was stunned of his answer.
"Why us? Why this planet?"
"Do I need to be incentivized to help humanity when it is dire? All the people that created the locust is dead and their research is locked up by my trusted men. I want you...
Anya Fenix, to be the symbol of hope in the coming era of peace for this planet. If I really wanted to control you... I would have used my old friend mind shackles scarabs to manipulate you... To be a yesman to cater to my whims... She felt fear when he spoke about the scarabs...
I have no desire to control, I give you and the people behind you, a choice... A chance of hope always comes with a price.
And I offer a hefty discount.
A regiment ready every 100 years. And a 5% of your total manufactured goods every 5 years. For the Rogue traders that is signed by me to pick up.
By the Imperial standards of tithe, that is the most lenient. Some planets reached up to 60% before the restoration or even 1 regiment every 4 years.."
"Still, five hundred thousand soldiers to die in a war that we known nothing of?"
"Not really, some of our own offered twenty regiments at once. And that's from krieg.
These soldiers would be the elites of the elites, if they die, I will ensure that their families is well taken care of and their children enter the scholar progenium. And if they managed to return, you will have the hardy defenders of what Serra could offer.
Alexander held up Prescott gold watch. Now faded and it changed hands, And he presented the watch to her, the time that is running out.
"Make your choice... Anya. Short term gains for eternal death, or... Being prepare for the war to come."
"What make you have the guarantee?"
"I am the herald of the Imperium, beyond the Gaze of the God Emperor, I hold sway of the vast legions of soldiers and ships. I could have destroyed the planet personally for the corruption and sins of Cog. But I cared for the people. So put your trust in me. For I promised a friend that I would look after this planet... But I need someone to be the imperium spokesperson. Somewhat... More human than me."
Her thoughts ended as she found herself in her mother Estate.
While Marcus managed to reconcile with his father, there was a rift between them that is impossible to made them live together, her mother vouched that Anya family stayed in her mansion. But Adam always took some time off to visit his grandson.
Awaited them is her mother and her husband that is holding James by his shoulder.
Dominic arrived just in time with his crates of tomatos to supply the mansion and his children follow behind him.
"Uncle Alex!" The young boy rushed towards Alexander .
Her face show mixed emotions.
James is already 4 years old now...
And the boy of hers is so attach to Alexander.
"Haha, little sport! You gotten a bit heavier."
"Uncle Alex, is it true that dad and you was swallow by a giant worm?"
"Umm, yeah, and your dad is a hero and saved us as we fought our way out." Alexander smiled as he glanced at Marcus and Dom that is smirking at him.
"Listen, little James...umm, uncle is going somewhere far away.
"Is beyond the planet?"
"Yeah... Somewhere that needs my help."
"Wow, can I join?"
"No... But you can stay your dad and Uncle Dom as that place is very dangerous. More scarier than locust. Come now, let's join the family dinner before I go." Alexander smiled as he led James into his father hands.
On the balcony, Marcus stood outside and gaze towards the stars, Alexander approach behind him.
"Marcus..." Alexander called out the man.
The man was surprised that Alexander gave him two things...
A token bearing the Imperial Aquila and a Saber.
"What's this?"
"If your son wished to join the military by his own will, than following the ideals of what we done, those would be his identification to the Scholar progenium... Because something is coming and it's more worse than the grubs..."
"That serious huh?"
"So it's true then, you are literally leaving this planet?" Dom appeared from the shadows.
His commando training didn't rusted in time.
"Yes Dom, I need to gather more allies... Because I want peace like this... Be more permanent..."
"I have no interest of getting the soldiers in this place... When I fought by your side... I saw something in each of you, in delta...we deserve better." Alexander closed his eyes.
"My work is done, there are more things before the fires of war come after James lifetime... But, Marcus... Take care of your family.. you suffer enough already."
"When would you be back?"
"I dunno... Maybe a year... Or maybe a hundred years... Time is a finicky thing. But I think I would be back..."
Alexander held up his hands and a golden portal began to appear before him. As he was getting ready to enter the portal, Marcus called out.
"Take care." Two words spoken from the gruff man that knew war.
"I never thought I heard that from you Marcus. Keep your family safe... that's what Carlos would have wanted." Alexander smiled as he entered it.
The portal turned into motes of light as it began to ascend to the skies.
Marcus and Dom watched as the lights joined the starry skies above Serra.
Alexander exited the portal and he arrived at a dusty planet.
"Umm, Theseus, where the fuck are we? Where's my family and my brothers? Where the fuck am I?"
Alexander shrugged as he walked forward.
He arrived at a colony outpost.
And there was a sign next to it.
And a poster of buff miners next to it.
[Welcome to Mar Sara]
[Real men Drill deep!]
"We are in StarCraft.... Fuck." Alexander groaned.
He wanted to lash out and yell, after said mission of being done with the gears of war, he would be back home, why he moved to the next franchise before he could recuperate?
"Alright, I will just start from the beginning again huh?" Alexander smiled as he walked into the newly constructed colony.
While there were those were wary of his appearance, they welcomed him as one of their own.
In five years he gotten close with the locals and they called him, Old Governor Alexander and request the Terran Confederacy to make a him a planetary governor.
Under his leadership it made Mar Sara a prosperous fringe world.
As they process and accepted his application, Alexander smiled, for it allowed him to create a standing army that is enough to protect Mar Sara.
As the years go by, he gather more and more power and the Terran Confederacy allowed him to make a planetary defense fleet and a orbital Dockyard, trading fleets to the nearby government such as Umojan and the Kel-Morian Combine enter the planet.
There was consideration of letting him control more planets if he allowed to.
But the requisite of his employment is that his ships must never be big as the Confederacy Battleships.
Alexander smiled, because he knows one ship that fits the bill.
Acclamator, Lots and lots of Star Wars Acclamator. Smaller than a Battle cruiser but packed more punch than above it's weight class. Cheaper, more simpler to build than a Luna class. He pretended to abide by the treaty as he already got ships that is bigger and numerous than all of the Terran Confederacy.
When he heard the Outlaw James Raynor arrived at his planet with his crew away from the law. Alexander was grateful for James to be cordial to his people when they first met.
He was smoking a cigar and gulped down a glass of Whisky. When his secretary arrived with the news.
"Well, It's about time."
(A/n):
Sorry, my financial situation have gotten worse than anticipated. Causing delays to writing. When you export food more cheaper than growing stuff, you bound to do other things. Pretty much everyday is smuggling something, just to survive. I earn a extra 1% commission for speaking English to fool the border guards in Vietnam that is 12 hours drive from where I live in.
One of the jobs wanted smugglers to go to Myanmar to get brides...
70k for a bride, enough for us to live frugal for a year if we just get one. We know how fucked that place is , so no one even bother with it, even if we are desperate since there are more government sanctioned ones that had the backing of the Ccp to go to that hellhole.
But I am grateful that 1% is barely enough to make ends meet.
The commisar that managed to protect me all this time from the rest of his peers, demanded that I should pay him triple than before, for him to ignore me using the VPN and down my social credits score.
I think I should check if my offshore Bank account that I got from working in a Malaysian company as a working migrant, thinking of starting a P*treon. I didn't touch the money since I left the company so it should still be viable.
Hard to be loyal when words of a glorious future doesn't feed the stomach.
If I could just figure how to managed to set it up... Without the Commissariat after me. I let you guys know in a couple of chapters, then that it, a first and last time as we move on.
Probably I would write faster if I had Incentives. Just probably set it to $1 as any more would not make me go faster anyway.
And it would hurt me more, than helping me if you give me more, that is needed for your household expenses as it would make me feel bad, as that is not really a best way to go.
Especially in the economy these days where every dollar counts.
Since that $1 is enough to keep me alive for a week. And it would suffice.
If someone asked me if I would leave China, where would I go, no one would want to hire a farmer?
I have no connection outside of china and most of them is already dead, barely staying alive or drowning in debt?
US is having a schizophrenia population of both sides goes crazy, and who knows which side would get elected, to fcked the country more in the ass. I know because American politics is akin of a joke these days.
Especially with Trump big fuckin pork bill.
So much of reducing expenses to increase spending... What logic is that? Even the Party is not that stupid.
Europe is a copy cat of China authoritarianism with a growing Muslims that is thirsty for woman genitals and the people is asleep in the wheel and defanged. A Union of nations that lacked purpose beyond a yes man.
Don't pretend that ya folks lived in there preached about democracy and freedom of speech, when you don't even have freedom of speech in your nations constitution. How is the fires in France, not so revolting now?
Britain? What is even British? A island nation that is cramped with criminals? A prison colony that pretend to be a superpower? A bunch of dreamers thinking that they bask in the former glory of their empire?
Canada is doomed. So much for maple syrup eh?
Sorry for the readers living there, it's so much easier to point out the flaws when the central government should not be named.
Book time:
Abaddon did die, by Horus hands.
But the one Alexander fought is the same one that Horus attempted to cremate him to the sun until he was grave robbed, his soul gone somewhere, but what Alexander fought is like a husk of the former war master.
A living Corpse resurrected.
A souless body that remember his final moments. Would be ironic if he *might* find a untainted version of himself next to his gene father... After all, the way I attempted to write Alexander, the system is like a portal, when he summoned his armies, it is both the living and the dead across every writer books. How else do you think the Space marine legions numbers he conjured up is possible? Yeah quite literally dropping bodies upon the enemies of man.
As the dead outnumbered the living.
Tips of today for men that graduate from College and highschool.
Make connections, because today job hiring is impossible to get job due to Laziness of HR that use ai for every job applications.
And the waiting is anxiety inducing, weeks, months even. While you waiting, your savings is drained to zero.
Nepotism is the future of job hiring at this rate. Or just be a part timer to just be fired on the whims of the Karen.
Or you have to lie so fluidly that it Satan would rather be your lover next to you. And that already breaks one of Christianity god laws..
"Do not lie or you go to hell" how to even survive in the physical realm when you have to constantly lie?
But there is another path, you start your own business, it is hard, but you need capital and know which customer and product that you need to cater to. Online selling is a simpler thing, but it is easy for others to give a fake product.
Owning a brick and mortar store is more like suicide gamble in the big city in this economy, especially people is on budget and focused more on survival items like toilet paper or cheap food and you at the risk of being robbed, that depends on what are you selling. Is it a novelty item on a budget? Or are you just following a fad of a temporary interest?
If you are on the general store type, you have to compete with the online stores like amaz*n... And all the Giants retails on where you love. And you also have to factor in the rent and logistics of the product that you want to sell. Add the cost of the utility on your goods... Not a good idea either. Especially with online shopping, where one can get it directly from the factory retail prices... Competition is fierce.
But if is a small town, a retail store "might" be useful as you know the people living there. But the risk is the little customer base.
And not many people are walking out to buy things in the cities.
Be a bootlicker, a self-made entrepreneur or a lying clown... There is no longer valid "pick up your bootstrap" methods.
Loyalty in company is dead, and employees is looking a way out, even if you did treat them nicely, their financial situation don't care about emotions. Rent is hell.
You must realized that you are expendable at any given moment so you better manage your limited amount of time to polish your skills before Hr thinks you are too expensive to be kept.
Happy Men month.
For the lads that survive everyday under the scrutiny of the apathetic society that forced their ideals upon you, and you stood strong even if this world is a dystopian nightmare.
I appreciate that people like you took time to read this boring book.
Especially I took my time to translate my own language to English, some of the translator is more biased to use as I had to edit out "China is amazing" every five sentences. Sure, using Chat GPT is pretty much a crime in china. So it's painstakingly hard.
Also, Fuck pride month, there's nothing to admire degeneracy of that crazy community... Call me Transphobic? that shaming tactic does not work for a man that is off the corporate world, no hr freaks to dragged me to the boss to be crucified for their ideology.
Not that you can't blame a dead man that society condemned to death anyway.