On Dakora-7.
The explosions and the firefight between the CMC troopers and the Governor's Guard continued to rage at the gates of the spire palace. Since the first shot was fired, Bastion's forces had begun their mass landing. Teleportation steles continuously disgorged fresh waves of troops, while aerial units pierced the atmosphere. Streaks of fire marked the entry of Viking Fighters, ready for long-range aerial attacks or to transform into Assault Mode for ground combat against armor. Stealthy Banshees infiltrated structures, escorting squads of Ghosts and Crisis suits for sabotage and enemy defense destruction missions. Death Troopers, emerging from the teleportation steles in waves, established a secure beachhead for the deployment of heavy units.
Captain Guerra: "Status report, Sergeant?"
Sergeant DT (Death Trooper):"We've deployed automated Adamantium shields to provide cover for the troops. This will facilitate the landing of more CMC reinforcements. The area is secure for now."
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Inside the Governor's palace, chaos reigned. The Governor, still in a trance, clutched the decapitated head of his son to his chest. The other lords argued, some looking for a scapegoat, others terrified by the supernatural scene they had just witnessed.
A Lord, approaching cautiously: "Governor, we must act! We cannot stay here doing nothing. Let us return to our domains to organize a resistance against these invaders!"
The Governor's voice changed, becoming deeper and distorted. Governor: "You want to flee?"
The Lord, panicked:"No, no! I want to protect our world!"
Governor:"Then why do you wish to leave?"
Another Lord:"Governor, we are ready to die for our world, but staying locked in your palace will not help us!"
Governor:"I see..."
In a sudden movement, the Governor stood up, still holding his son's head. He snatched a laser rifle from a guard and, without warning, opened fire on the group of lords. The guards, stunned, remained frozen, conditioned since childhood to blind obedience. What could they do?
Outside, the explosions intensified. The Governor's troops outside were beginning to dwindle rapidly under Bastion's relentless assault.
The Governor began speaking to his son's head as if it could answer. Suddenly, he heard a strange sound, and a voice that seemed to come from his own mouth whispered six times: "MOTHER..."
The Governor's eyes lit up with an unholy gleam. Governor: "I will call her... I will call your mother! Hahahaha!"
He started to run, his guards following without understanding his destination. He went directly to the planetary communications chamber. Seizing control of the network, he broadcast a message to the entire planet.
Governor: "People of Dakora-7! The lords have been slain by the invaders! Henceforth, all military forces on this world are under my direct command! Anyone who refuses my orders will be executed by hanging!"
He then turned to his most loyal captain of the guard. Governor: "Find me master psykers from the underhive. Bring them to me."
The Captain, horrified:"My Lord... those individuals are unpredictable, dangerous. I beg you to reconsider..."
The Governor, without a word, drew his pistol and shot the captain dead. He immediately pointed to another officer, pale and trembling. Governor: "You. Do as I have ordered."
The new officer, voice shaking:"Yes, my Lord..."
Alone again, the Governor clutched his son's head. Governor: "I will call your mother, my son. I will call her. Hahahaha!"