StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

You know it, Uncle Augustus. My unpredictable father, always suspicious and distrustful of others, took him at his word and was so shocked and stunned that he was furious and furious.

Finally, like any autocratic father, Arcturus Mengsk made a harsh announcement to all members of his family: He would never allow his son, his rightful successor in this world, to live in another life. Go and do the business of "living through the mud and rocks picking up rubbish". Valerian Mengsk has the potential to become a great leader, but he never realized it, and all I did was to help him avoid detours.

He was so good to me.

But unfortunately, the patriarch of this large family is still my grandfather Angus Mengsk, the father of the current Emperor of the Tyranids. In the stories I have heard, my great grandfather was an unyielding revolutionary fighter before I was born. He was the first to cry out against the corrupt old federation. His status in the hearts of the Korhal people is not even inferior to emperor.

People call him the father of the revolution.

Ironically, there is a period of history where the truth differs from what was later understood. My grandfather was in the prime of his life and vigorous when he denounced the oppression and exploitation of other colonies by the Tarsonis Confederacy in the Senate of Korhal. At this time, his second son Augustus was only a child.

As the eldest son in the family, my father Arcturus was about seventeen or eighteen years old at the time and had just graduated from Stillling College.

I think that my grandfather also needed an heir at that time to succeed him, inherit his seat in the Senate, and inherit Mengsk's huge family industry. More importantly, my grandfather needed someone to inherit his revolutionary cause.

Although the eldest son was so rebellious, deviant, and willful, his grandfather still hoped that he would inherit his business. After all, he had no better candidate at that time.

But my father said no, he said he didn't want to continue his father's legacy and he didn't want to be another Angus Mengsk. He wants to do what he wants to do, and his path should be chosen by himself.

Arcturus Mengsk's life belongs to him, not his father.

But I think if I said the same thing, my father would still be as furious as my grandfather.

Many people are spying on us, studying us, trying to figure out each Mengsk, trying to understand how this most prominent family in the Tyranid Empire rose, trying to prove that it is the unyielding common character of this family that makes them stand in Koprulu top.

But what they said is wrong. I think it should be like this: the men in this family have such a spirit. They rebel against their father and fight against him, like lone wolves who stray from the pack and never look back.

Below is another note from Augustus, which is very long: "I admired Arcturus as a child, and I do the same now. I spent the first half of my life following in his footsteps. I was cynical and went my own way. I imitated him and left my family to join the army, which almost made my old father angry to death.

Later, I began to mature and understand my father. Probably around the time after the Guild War ended, I returned to Korhal with the Demons of Heaven, took over my father's business, and raised a rebel army. We called ourselves the Revolutionary Army, the Sons of Korhal. This was the final chapter. The story begins.

Later, many people died, and those who survived established the Tyran Empire half with dreams and half with hope. This is the story I have been telling you and your sisters. "

At this time, on the other side, the strange thing is that Arcturus's anger has gradually disappeared, like a volcano that has just returned to calm.

He saw Valerian writing:

Although my father would never admit it, I think deep down he respected my grandfather more than he thought he did.

By the way, my grandfather will always be on my side.

When my father announced his decision, my grandfather immediately declared that his announcement was nonsense. In response, my father yelled that you don't understand anything.

I expected this to happen, but I still felt sad. Like many, many times in the past, they rarely agreed, and this time they almost had a quarrel.

Fortunately, my grandmother Catherine Mengsk was there. This pragmatic, confident, and elegant old woman is the person I respect the most. I believe that all the poetic and beautiful qualities in me come from her and my mother. My Aunt Dorothy was very much like my grandmother in her youth, and she was just as tough, wise, and charming.

Grandma said to Dad, “Do you remember what Angus said about your determination to become a prospector?

Prospector? Digging in the dirt and rocks like the Kaimorian pirates? No, you are the son of a senator, Arcturus, and you are destined for greater things than prospecting.

And how did you answer, I don't want to do great things, I just want to do what I like to do, not what you think I should do. "

Enemies of the Empire had to admit that Arcturus Mengsk was the most ruthless man they had ever seen, and there was no sign of weakness in him.

But only when facing one person, Arcturus Mengsk would sweat like a guilty child and feel ashamed, and that was the mother he was closest to, my grandmother.

Uncle Augustus, please tell her I love her.

The emperor's annotation appeared again. He may have read his nephew's letter with the same relaxed attitude as when reading a novel, and his language was as pungent as a bitter satirist: "This is a clever move, because Arcturus I would rather admit that I was wrong than admit that Angus was right. Half of the Mengsk family are wolves, eagles, and lions, and the other half are donkeys.

Arcturus is a born politician, and politicians are double-dealers. They must promise the same things to different people to gain support, and these promises may even be diametrically opposed and contradictory.

If anyone recorded Arcturus saying this, he would be shooting himself in the foot. "

But the following sentence was what really made Arcturus blush. Valerian wrote:

At the end of the family meeting, the decisive blow came from my Aunt Dorothy, who said, I am disappointed in you, Arcturus, brother.

In the end, my father did not get the support of any family members in this matter, and he ran away.

When he saw this, Augustus must have laughed sadly: "This day is a memorable day. Arcturus's nose was so angry that he was crooked, and his face was as red as a baboon's butt. The advisory secretaries had been in trepidation all day, and it was a difficult day for any Imperial official who had to deal with Arcturus Mengsk, as he became more strict, demanding, and unapproachable than ever before. Favor.

But unfortunately, I was not in Korhal at that time and did not see it.

Arcturus rarely loses his temper, and rarely does anyone truly anger him.

It's a pity that I didn't see Arcturus's expression at that time. "

Seeing these words, Arcturus looked at Augustus' desk telepathically, and sure enough he saw that the other party was quietly observing his face. He thought that his expression just now was very exciting, and he guessed that it would be better to adjust the color. The boards are all colorful.

Angry and happy.

No wonder that brainworm calls him the Dog Emperor.

Arcturus ignored Augustus, probably he never felt that his younger siblings had really grown up.

But because of this, Arcturus felt that no matter what annoying things he would see next, he had to hide his expression better. Maybe Augustus asked him to read the letter just to see him. Even the emperor was very bored sometimes.

Government affairs are still too easy.

Valerian continued: My dearest grandfather wrote me back, I think we have got Arcturus, he is acting like a defeated chicken, racking his brains to find him. To make amends, his only son would not become an archaeologist. Don't listen to him, he's old and confused. This is a great victory that belongs only to you, and we all support you.

My grandfather was right, but I also knew very well that my father would go his own way even if he didn't get anyone's support, and he would never back down on what he believed in.

My father could be a benevolent dictator when he thought he had everything under control, but when he found his authority being challenged by others, he immediately turned into a man-eating beast.

My father was trying to manipulate his life without me noticing, and sadly, I was just as smart as he was.

My father was authoritarian, extremely controlling, and difficult to please. If he wasn't a lunatic, he was a complete career maniac. But he doesn't know that, and even with all his flaws, I think I still love him.

Valerian.

January 6, 2504.

Ever since I started writing to you, things like this have become something of a habit. As soon as I had free time, I began to record my military life in writing for entertainment.

Others have their own way of passing the time, and they still play a card game that you invented when you were in the Army, whatever you used to call it, we now call it Emperor Cards.

You wrote to me saying you wanted to know more details about my life. Well, dear uncle, I hope you won't get bored while reading, after all I have no talent for writing.

I am reluctant to write about my comrades, although I hope you can get to know these ordinary and brave soldiers. Before I wrote to you, I wrote a little diary. Later, the people in the diary were either dead or seriously injured and disabled.

The Tyranids were fighting a war with the gods, but they were superstitious at times, which I stopped doing after that.

The new year has arrived, and as planned, I led my troops to escort archaeologist Jack Ramsey's team to Lyrilac's Crown.

Before that, my subordinates and I couldn't understand what kind of dangerous planet it was and what kind of important scientific research mission it was that required an Imperial Marine battalion of hundreds of people to escort it. On top of that, we even had the support of a destroyer and full logistical support.

For the Marine Corps, such preferential treatment is absolutely questionable. Of course pie will fall from the sky, but not the Marines.

When we arrived at Lyrerak's Crown, the planet was in the hands of a massive brood of Fenrisian Swarm.

When Thagurath fell, the Duram Protoss was in chaos, and they had no choice but to give up many worlds that lacked protection.

After we banished Amon back to the void, the protoss were free to slowly reclaim the fallen colony planet. But it's clear that Durham has been decimated, and they still have an Ayre to rebuild. In contrast, worlds that are not important can only be abandoned.

It has extremely rich crystal ore and high-energy gas resources, and most of them are high-quality minerals, enough to make my father rich overnight when he was still a prospector.

But now the Empire has many such planets, with larger reserves and better geographical locations than the Crown of Lyrak. It is obviously not worth our huge military force to seize it at present.

However, as a former Nerazim Protoss world, this usually means that there are a large number of Xel'Naga relics on this planet, otherwise they would not stay here.

In fact, the Crown of Lyrak is full of huge ruins left by the Xel'Naga relics, and it is hard to imagine the glory of those cities.

We have received news that there may be alien artifacts in the Crown of Lyrak. These magical ancient creations contain secrets like the cosmic cube. So far, the inspiration we have gained from them has enabled the Empire to make leaps and bounds in new materials, smelting, construction, artificial intelligence, etc., which will benefit endlessly in the next few centuries and benefit all aspects, and this is still the tip of the iceberg revealed by Xel'Naga technology.

For example, the Xel'Naga constructs have enabled us to build larger machines, some of which are even more amazing than Odin from top-secret projects. The new armor designed for the Gorgon battlecruisers almost makes all our previously proud armor look outdated, like bronze to steel.

At the very least, that artifact can at least charge our Xel'Naga artifacts.

Therefore, this is actually a rescue archaeological excavation project, and Dr. Jack Ramsey is the leader.

I have to say that Dr. Ramsey is actually a very interesting person, and even in some ways he is very much to my taste. The doctor is tall, a smart man, plays cards well, and more importantly, he has a unique insight into history.

Although it has nothing to do with this, I suddenly thought of a sentence you said: The best historians invent history, and the best archaeologists create artifacts.

My troops had little interest in archaeology, even though they had received a basic education and were told to respect scholars. My father believed that people who knew too much would be difficult to control, but Emperor Augustus would not allow illiteracy in his territory. After all, he had enough to deal with Tychus Findlay.

But I don't think modern archaeology is boring. On the contrary, I have been interested in aliens since I was a child squatting in the mud and digging rubble.

Now we all know that the Xel'Naga once built artificial celestial bodies like Ulna and left magnificent buildings on many planets. I am eager to know how much we humans can learn from them?

Maybe one day, we can drive artificial warships like Ulna and tear and destroy the planet from orbit, just like the Protoss did to Shakuras.

I began to devote myself to the work, and soon, Rasim's team found the site. Although I have no knowledge of archaeology and lack professional knowledge, I sometimes join them to search for precious relics left by the Xel'naga in the huge palace-like halls and maze-like corridors, and to find the mysterious technology that may exist in them.

This makes me feel like I am digging for treasure. I am as excited and happy as when I was a child.

I often remember many words my father said to me, which benefited me a lot. No matter what you do, the most important thing is to stay focused. If you don't do it, you have to do it to the best of your ability.

But I think my father may have a different view on this. He may extend it to mean that bad things should be done to the extreme.

When the order to transfer me to the front-line troops arrived at the Crown of Lyrillak, I was still unsatisfied. You must have known by now that I was going to General Alexi Stukov's troops.

But before the troops that replaced me arrived, I couldn't just leave Jack and his people on this planet. In fact, I even considered continuing to work here until they dug out all the secrets of this planet.

I finally got the chance to go to the front line, but I was not as happy as I thought. Orders are orders, and I have no right to refuse.

I really want to be an archaeologist. I don't care what my father thinks. He is nothing.

At this time, Augustus saw that Arcturus was red again.

One of the father and son wanted to go mining, and the other wanted to do archaeology. They were both very capable. In a sense, they were also following in their father's footsteps. (End of this chapter)