This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 225 Human Federation
Surface - Human Federation - Mobile City Golden City
Brilliant particle beams pounded against the towering alloy exterior walls, and the dome shield rippled with blue light as it was bathed in the beams.

The holographic projector in the conference hall projected a constantly flashing star map onto the center of the long table, casting flickering light and shadow on the austere faces of the attendees.

"Contact has been established with the unknown space fleet, Executive Officer Russell."

A Space Force general submits materials at the Human Federation Conference.

"Our combat forces had a brief meeting with the space forces in Wasteland No. 27. They called themselves the Wings of Dawn. Specific information needs to be exchanged between important representatives of both sides. The preliminary meeting place is the mobile city of Jincheng."

Inside the conference hall, executives from various core cities exchanged glances subconsciously, then nodded to each other.

The situation on the planet's surface is critical. The shortage of population and the harsh surface environment prevent the Human Federation from deploying troops. In repeated asymmetric battles with the green-skinned orcs, even the top guards in various cities are feeling the pressure increasing.

However, the array of preservers storing the consciousness of their ancestors has been taken over by foreign raiders, and they have not received any news for a long time.

Now is not the time to hide anything; they happen to be meeting here under the organization of Executive Officer Russell, so this is the best outcome.

"Can you determine their identities? Are they disguised raiders?"

The Director of Strategic Services, Wade, spoke in a low voice, his legs crossed under the table leaning slightly forward, revealing his restrained sense of urgency.

Despite the abundance of video information, they still need confirmation from eyewitnesses.

"Probably not."

The name tag on his chest, which read Chang Wei's name, was used by the Space Force general to reply.

"According to the images transmitted back by the remaining satellites, their ships were decorated with extremely ornate religious ornaments, which made extensive use of rare elements such as gold. I think even in the interstellar age, unofficial forces would not be so extravagant."

That's a rare element that can only be created by a supernova explosion.

"At the same time, the language they use differs from the six mainstream languages ​​used by the Federation. Analysis shows traces of a combination of Latin and English."

There seem to be a bit too many elements.

"How interesting. If they are missionaries, then were the previous group of raiders pirates?"

Russell smiled, then turned to another executive, who was also a technocrat, and said:

"Bill, do you have a sense of déjà vu? Does this place remind you of your hometown?"

"I really hope not."

Lontinim CEO Bill Hines looked up, then sighed and replied.

The air purification system in his chest cavity increased its power at this moment, blowing a strand of gray hair in front of Bill's eyes. When he raised his hand to brush the hair away, his body, which was mostly replaced by nano-metal, was revealed to his eyes.

This is a memorial left behind by an orbital bombardment by raiders twenty years ago.

If he could, he truly didn't want the current human regime to inherit the style of that cruel colonial era.

Just thinking about being the initiator is exhilarating. Sweeping across the land, establishing hegemony—even the poorest vagrants in London would involuntarily straighten their chests when they heard of Victoria's glory.

But for the victim, it's pure disaster.

They've already been attacked once. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Greenskins causing trouble, the various mobile cities would probably be suffering from railgun bombardment to their hearts' content by now.

"Perhaps this is an inevitable stage that must be experienced in the process of pioneering."

Russell said optimistically, his voice carrying a deliberate lightness, then he glanced at his watch and stood up.

"Let's go see what humans are like nowadays."

Seeing that the CEO had made up his mind, the executives all stood up, some disappearing after a series of flashes, leaving the conference room in unison. As the last trace of activity faded, a group of small creatures resembling upright cats began to move through the empty hall, starting to maintain the equipment that had been running for tens of thousands of years.
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The Federation of Humans has been established for over 36000 years.

On January 1, 2110 AD, with only one hundred years left before Earth's traditional resources were exhausted, in order to solve the energy crisis and preserve human wisdom amidst the violent upheavals caused by the energy crisis, humanity pooled its remaining resources to create several space exploration spaceships.

It includes a large number of scientists and technicians who are placed in hibernation pods and, under the control of artificial intelligence, are heading into the depths of the galaxy using different types of experimental engines.

One of the ships, driven by an experimental subspace engine, traveled for thousands of years to reach the interior of a star system located on the other side of the Milky Way, 60,000 light-years away from Earth. After being awakened by artificial intelligence, it began to establish a regime on a habitable planet there.

They discovered the technology of an unknown civilization and advanced its technological level to an extremely exaggerated level in a short period of time, even replicating the existence of the solar system on the other side of the distant starry sky.

Then one day this glorious regime suddenly collapsed, planetary orbits shifted, planetary cycles became disordered, geological activity surged, and the entire galaxy fell into extraordinary chaos.

Only one group of humans remains, struggling within a mobile city on the surface.

This is the origin of the Federation of Humans.

The original regime, led by scientists, has fallen. Their consciousness is preserved in a vast collection of artificial intelligence known as the Preservators, where they perform unknown calculations day and night.

The remaining inhabitants living on the surface in those mobile cities, although they inherited the history and some technology of their ancestors, found it difficult to carry out space exploration due to the geological chaos and extreme environment.

Fortunately, the frequent disasters within the galaxy brought them together.

Floods and thunderstorms are just appetizers; super earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, unusual radiation bursts, and asteroid impacts are all too common.

Under such living conditions, only an efficient, progressive, and powerful government can lead humanity to survival.

For tens of thousands of years, they have survived tenaciously, and their history and culture have been largely preserved in their stable internal environment.

Space exploration technology has not made significant progress due to frequent disasters. In fact, due to extremely limited living space, the population has been limited to around 400 million, making it difficult to support a large-scale space program on a planet with a harsh environment.

But humanity has never taken its eyes off the sky.

On the helipad in Jincheng, Russell gazed at the sky. The plains during the bountiful season were clear and the outline of the giant ship in the sky was visible with just a glance.

One hundred and forty-three years ago, this was a place full of hope.

At that time, the dome above their heads was polished to a shine. After tens of thousands of years, the port, which had been used to transport raw materials to outer space bit by bit and build protective devices to prevent them from being destroyed by randomly flying asteroids, finally began to operate amidst the expectations of countless people.

The space fleet began to be established, and they began to colonize two other habitable planets in the system with slightly better environments.

But everything was destroyed when the pirates arrived.

As the Federation excitedly sent messages to their fellow humans, they slaughtered the inhabitants of the colony, then greedily announced their takeover of the planet, followed by the deployment of ground troops.

However, the raiders' ground forces were too weak and were easily resisted by the various mobile cities, but the subsequent railgun bombardment proved too much for them to bear.

Until the arrival of the green-skinned orcs, which disrupted the space fleet and dragged the entire planet into a protracted war of attrition.

Today, the land that belonged to our ancestors has been occupied.

The pirates fixed the lava landscape and sealed off the First Men's ruins, and the Federation lacked the technology to enter the lava area, and small forces were insufficient to reclaim the First Men's legacy.

Moreover, the planet is also experiencing frequent Orks threats, and these warlike races won't let you choose their enemies.

Hopefully, the other party can communicate.

Russell let out a soft breath. No matter how relaxed he appeared in front of his colleagues, he couldn't deny his nervousness.

The Federation of Humanities can no longer afford another war.

(End of this chapter)