Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 434 Yes! Governor!

A vacation, a journey, a fatal journey.

A few boxes of goods, full of supplies, good things are always in great demand.

The Damocles was now piled high with cans of soup, beans, and actual cans of meat.

There was also plenty of sealed, pasteurized milk and sugar, frozen meats and delicious fats, and plenty of vitamin tablets.

Just like sailing on the sea, dried meat, bacon, beans, flour and bread, basically none of them can be missing.

The only difference is that the Empire has made continuous progress in water resource recycling by relying on the exhaustion of the Empire's hive worlds for thousands of years.

Although we cannot say that we can rival the wonders of nature, we can recycle the water in the human body with almost no consumption as long as we invest money.

Of course, Taylor still had to respect the Empire's stubborn class hierarchy, which divided people based on their diet and water intake, and that was normal.

To put it bluntly, it means giving more resources to important people.

Officers and naval officers are basically the highest ranking, and captains are equal to imperial lieutenants, at least in terms of supplies, but this is considered radical for the Empire.

Then NCOs were equal to enlisted men, and seamen were equal to mortal workers serving in the Imperial Guard.

Mutants are equal to the lower class.

The believers of Om Messiah are calculated separately, after all, the costs of oil and lubricants, fuel and electricity are difficult to calculate.

Secondly, some of them have a lower degree of transformation and need to eat to maintain their body functions.

Although Taylor really wanted to wave his hand and tell them, "There's plenty of oil to drink! Anyone who wants to eat, fill out the form!"
However, some of the oil men have a psychological hostility towards their human bodies, and after the transformation they cannot tell whether they are hungry or not, so it is common for low-level priests to suddenly fall to the ground and cannot get up.

For example, Taylor had seen a mechanical sage who was maintaining the engine of a transport plane. Because his priest had not eaten, he made a mistake in operating the ladder and fell to the ground and almost died.

The fate of that foolish member of the Mechanicus was obvious, and the servitor surgery had been scheduled.

As for the greenskins, they are Taylor's darlings. They work a lot and eat very little, and their wages can be paid in scrap metal and teeth.

There were only a few thousand greenskins on the battleship, but there were tens of thousands of them! On average, each greenskin could enjoy a lot of wealth, and they also had some "reserve" funds, which led to the greenskins here being extremely rich.

Taylor also thoughtfully arranged greenskin casinos, greenskin markets, and greenskin dueling arenas to make money.

As the banker, he is sure to make money and he only needs to be responsible for collecting taxes.

The teeth can be exchanged for military pay and rewards, which can be used to purchase the labor of the greenskins. It can be said that melons give birth to seeds, seeds give birth to beans, beans give birth to melons, and the descendants are endless...

Of course, this is not exploitation, but to maximize the use of the labor force of the greenskin race.

In several battles with pirates, the little green monsters performed far better than Taylor expected.

Anyway, most of the Chaos Pirates who are not smart enough will become the supply of the Damocles, relying on the excellent quality of soldiers and the ability to advance quickly.

When facing those arrogant star overlords who bully the locals, their bridges are usually destroyed by the greenskins before they can react to the situation.

The pirates' corpses and various miscellaneous materials of different qualities will also be divided into different grades and distributed among the fleet.

In short, the Damocles fleet now looks more like pirates than pirates.

This is also the reason why the Empire let the tiger go back to the mountains. After all, both the greenskins who are bound by rules and regulations and the imperial soldiers have the dream of getting rich.

Everyone wants more resources. Now that the empire won’t give them anymore, let’s just grab them ourselves!
Apparently, Taylor's choice had successfully forced pirates from several star regions to be more discerning when choosing their prey, as they didn't know if their warships would become someone else's spoils of war. Thus, this strange fleet traveled for a full two weeks before they finally sighted the lush, feudal world of Kamas.

Today, this place has become the core of the star zone. Countless giant ships shuttle here, and a huge starport stands in low-Earth orbit. Around Kamas are densely packed corpses of Chaos and alien warships from all over the world.

A large number of warships attracted each other, forming a satellite ring-like spectacle surrounding the star port, forming a very intimidating landscape.

This is both a deterrent and a source of income. Taylor can see many small transport ships mining metals and usable materials around the battleship star ring.

In other words, they are here to pick up junk.

Taylor looked at the satellite ring formed by starships and couldn't help but sigh.

"That's right, let those Chaos bastards die!"

"Beat them all!"

At this point, a message suddenly came into the battleship, and the captain answered the message after Taylor's permission.

On the dark green and unclear holographic screen, soldiers from the Kamas world warned them.

The soldier was wearing the standard uniform of the Imperial Guard, but with a symbol on his chest that resembled the Lion King emblem.

He said, "Ahead is the place where the Primarch returns. I declare this in the name of Tyler Kyle Anchor, Governor of the planet Kamas. I warn you in his name, in the name of those who defeated the demon Angron!"

"The strangely shaped and armed warship ahead, stop within our controllable range and remove the source power provided by its main reactor!"

Taylor was speechless at this moment. He never thought that one day his own name would be used as a threat.

Am I threatening myself?
Secondly, he hadn't heard anyone call his full name in almost two years. Although he knew that the guy's attitude was respectful and a warning, it still sounded weird.

However, Taylor had a very good temper. It was indeed his fault that he did not announce his arrival, so he naturally would not interfere with the soldiers.

Rather, the space station star ring formed by the ruins of battleships was simply too handsome, which surprised him more than made him feel uncomfortable!
Seeing Taylor didn't respond for a long time, the soldier emphasized again, "This is Tai..."

But before he could finish, Taylor stuck his lieutenant colonel certificate on the blind soldier's head.

It has actually only been five years since he left Kamas, even taking into account the waste of subspace travel. Taylor's perceived time is at most one and a half years.

The soldier looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, and his mind naturally stopped for a moment.

After a long and silent silence, he immediately changed his words and shouted.

"The procedures have been approved and the warship can dock."

"Sir, welcome home!"

Taylor said helplessly, "Call that Lion Guard girl over here and report the situation to me."

The soldier was not very old, probably having joined the army after the battle with Angron, so for a moment he had no idea who the girl was.

When he realized that this address was for his immediate superior, the Lord of the Planetary Guard, he couldn't help but answer at the top of his voice.

"Yes! Governor!"

(End of this chapter)