Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

Ajeta: "In such a dark environment, there is no room for negligence caused by closeness. In any case, this conversation should end. I will devote myself to wherever I am needed."

You: "Your fighting skills are excellent. We are heading up to the upper level to reunite with Edessaad. If you're willing to help, we can all go together."

Ajetta: "Go through this door." She pointed to the gate on her side. "I will go with you."

Narrator: You quickly reached the upper deck, but as you crossed a metal connecting bridge, the gas pipes below began to buckle under the weight and eventually burst, engulfing the path ahead of you and the survivors there in flames.

Narrator: The roar of flames fills your ears, and the choking smoke makes you cough and gasp. You instinctively avoid the scorching flames and wipe your face. A moment later, a shadowy figure emerges from the raging sea of fire.

Narrator: Despite the cacophony of noise and screams, you clearly hear the figure's footsteps. Then, you see the figure emerging from the flames and walking toward you. It's Theodora von Valancius.

"Theodora": Her expression was calm. For someone whose body was being engulfed in flames, her expression was frighteningly calm. She rested one hand on the hilt of her energy sword, the other raised high in an inviting gesture. "Are you lost, my heir?"

Ajetta: Ajetta froze in place like a statue, then slowly raised her weapon. "That's a ghost... a ghost summoned by sorcery! This is a trick of the Warp!"

Abelard: "Sister, put your weapons down!" Although Abelard's tone was full of command, his words did not seem to be very confident. At this moment, he was staring at the Rogue Trader. You noticed that the muscles in his cheeks were twitching. "Threatening the Lord Captain is a horrific evil."

You: “Aren’t you afraid of the fire?”

Theodora: "Fear is but a reflection of weakness, heir. Only by rejecting spiritual weakness and embarking on the path to greatness can one be worthy of the lofty status of a Rogue Trader."

"Theodora": Theodora's eyes follow you unblinkingly. Her gaze is like a snake, making you almost forget the flames you're in, the burning pain on your skin. "I can guide you out of this flame, heir. I can show you a way forward, erase your suffering, and grant you a weapon to defeat your enemies. Make your choice."

Ajetta: "Do not listen to the temptations of this monster! Captain, if His light is truly yours, if your faith is unwavering, then step into the sea of fire! The Emperor will protect His people, and the devout will not be corrupted by the deceitful whispers of darkness. As long as you hold faith in Him in your soul, not even the flames can consume you!"

Idira: "Let the void consume you. We must follow Lady Theodora! Otherwise, everyone will suffocate in this furnace!"

Abelard: "Those..." Abelard turned around and looked at the confused and coughing people around you. "My lord! They are all survivors from the middle deck! We must help these sailors, lead them out, and find a way to open a path."

Narrator: Amidst the raging flames, you hear many voices coming from afar, sounds of fear, screams... Those sounds are muffled and unreal, as if you and those people are separated by a wall of water.

Idira: "If we do that, we'll miss our chance to meet Edsad..." Before I could finish my words, Idira started coughing violently. Her knees gave out, and she looked like she was about to fall. "Boss, what are we waiting for?"

Darkness: The masked woman remained unfazed by her surroundings, neither sweating from the flames nor faltering from the shadows. Her gaze fixed on you, and you could hear her soft whispers, unnoticed by the others. "We believe you can handle this. Don't rely on anything, and don't let this hold you back. Prove to them that you possess hidden abilities, and become the master of the situation."

Narrator: Your choice is...

Veto: (Dogma) Through the Fire "The Emperor shows the way to those who are just!" You vetoed.

Denied: (Heretical) Accept Help "Take away my pain."

Veto: (Freedom) Take people off the bridge "I'm not going to put people in danger."

Affirmation: (Supremacy) Roar deep within your soul. "I do not need your help, let you and your flame disappear from here!"

Narration: "You and your flame will perish!" As you roar these words to Theodora, your voice changes, and you no longer speak in the crudest Low Gothic or the flashy High Gothic.

Narrator: Your voice was a roar, a roar of power, and frost formed from your words, causing Theodora to scream and disappear into the cold wind.

Narrator: Then, the cold wind brought by your roar continued to blow, freezing the gas pipe that was spewing flames. The heat and scorching heat dissipated from the air, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Narrator: Others looked at your strange behavior in amazement and confusion, not knowing what kind of miracle it was.

Narrator: This is neither a miracle nor a curse, but destiny.

You: “I am the overall situation.”

Narrator: You'd better get through the bridge quickly, because even destiny has a time limit, and that scorching ice won't stay melted forever.

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Humanitarianism (Benevolentia): (Yellow)

Belief in the value of human life and freedom. Belief in the power of goodwill, and in the ability of humans, unconstrained and unfettered, to spontaneously overcome the terrors and dangers of the universe. A desire to seek a common language and compromise with others, rather than unwavering destruction.

Imperialism: (Blue Faction)

Believe in the sanctity and infallibility of Imperial Law. Observe the commandments of the God-Emperor and the Chosen, and enforce His will upon those who disobey. Hate the enemies of humanity, whether they be traitors, heretics, xenos, or servants of Chaos.

Hereticus: (Red)

Pledge allegiance to the corruption of the Warp, succumb to the basest and darkest impulses of your soul, or worship the ancient gods of the Warp with devotion.

Hegemonism (Purple)

Follow the ruling impulse within you and walk the path to perfection. Your power comes entirely from yourself, and you must not be servile to other idols. They will all fall, and your victory will be certain.

1. Shattered Shackles

It all started from the day when a lucky player was given the "early trial qualification for the fully upgraded version of a certain space 4x game".

"This trailer is really confusing. Can a certain donkey company release the second part right now with its production capacity?" Our player was completely confused by all of this, but he didn't care much. Anyway, the game characters wouldn't jump out, and there was no harm in a free test.

He sorted through his favorite mods and opened the page for the remastered game. Everything looked so simple that it seemed as if nothing had been remastered at all.

"It's even more perfunctory than the War3 reset." The player complained while opening the new empire generation page according to the familiar process.

For the main species, purists chose the only acceptable reptile, a portrait of a dragon-like reptile known as the Cosmic Dragon. Clearly, the remastered version can't change Paradox's undeniable aesthetic, and purists who don't use cosmetic mods still have only a few pleasing options.

In terms of trait selection, the player scrolled through the extremely long gene menu due to the addition of the mod, and selected a series of very dragon-like genetic traits, including huge and strong and dragon breath.

When it comes to specific ideologies and national policies, players prioritize the pursuit of fun. "Shattered Shackles Origin plus Egalitarian Militaristic Materialism, Galaxy Free People, launch!" While no matter the system, he, representing the will of civilization, holds the final say in the galaxy, a sense of immersion is essential. Players set the New Stellar Empire to an egalitarian ideology that unlocks a utopian standard of living, preparing to establish a galactic golden age.

However, he still made a small concession to the intensity and added the Creation Guide to the national policy, preparing to use the supreme power of the Galaxy Wheelchair to create the great cause of the incarnation of natural disasters.

Then, in the end, after setting up a cool blue and red iron fist flag, all these creations became a reality: players enthusiastically gave this army damage +80%, and the race of space dragons with big heads that could tear apart gene warriors dominated the shattered shackles of the origin civilization, named it the Helka Star Alliance, and created a background for it.

After the fourth disaster, which set the highest difficulty and 25 times the disaster, this new civilization was thrown into a new galaxy.

As the game officially began, everything finally felt like a remake. The serious technical explanations and the suddenly detailed modeling delighted the player. "It seems their money was well spent after all," he said. "But the modeling and flag of this slave ship don't seem to belong to the Minamata Consortium. Never mind."

The war-crazy player is too lazy to think about it, he just wants to operate and then worship Doujiang!

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The glorious journey of our new nation began with the tempering of blood and fire.

Once we were like wild beasts, a species called the Drax, a proud and lazy race. When we arose from our long slumber, we allowed ourselves to squander the power bestowed upon us by nature.

We are beasts even in packs, and the language of dragons is of storm and fire, so we greet our own kind with sharp words, more concerned with argument than with duty.

We were so powerful that we didn't care about society or civilization, but we were eventually dragged into civilization, not by ourselves, but by visitors from outer space.

Those thorny villains hunted our people, depriving us of our freedom, imprisoning us, and then putting us in iron cages, deep into the vast blackness of space, and dragged us to the enemy's lair as trophies.

In fact, it is thanks to the bandits' actions that they have truly united the quarreling Drax, and we have forgotten our endless disputes based on the same hatred.

To show their gratitude, their end is coming soon.

When the dragons are in pain, tortured, enslaved, and destroyed by evildoers for their own pleasure, we realize how humble we were in the past. We do not have the capital to be arrogant, and we are just one of the countless living beings.

So we lowered our once self-proclaimed noble heads and made requests to the other enslaved. We whispered, trying to speak softly, asking for help from other weak creatures. They also harbored hatred, so despite many sacrifices, their efforts freed us from our shackles. We will always remember this act of loyalty.

Then the dragons unleashed their fury. We melted every prison and shackle, tearing apart the guards and their machines of torture with roar and claws. We reignited the rage of the many enslaved, overcoming their fear of torture, chopping wood for weapons and raising poles for banners. Our warriors share no common blood or bones, yet we all stand ready to fight for each other's backs. Whoever sheds blood with us today is our kin.

We fought with fury and fervor, advancing with songs of triumph, cornering the last slave owners. They tried to escape, but with nowhere to turn, so they sought to perish with us. The arks, imprisoning slaves and slave owners, slammed through the starry sky, eventually shattering into pieces, captured by the star's gravity.

When the dust settled, the wreckage of the former mobile prison lay across the land of the newborn star. The slaves who survived the fall opened their eyes again and saw how free they were now.

The alliance was victorious, and on this world we named Helka, meaning the newborn star, many species of different appearances established a new home and swore allegiance to their friends who had once fought together in blood. The prototype of the Helka Star Federation was born at this moment.

This is the beginning of our epic, written by Drax, Lizardmen, Humans, Zelvan, Turians, Treants, Sprites, Poison Pods, Fungus People, Squid People, Revenants, and Poison Swamp Thing, the first chapter of an epic created by these different species that once fought against each other.

Just as many myths begin with the creation of a paradise, the people of the Alliance used their innate abilities of fire, dragon breath, and magnetic field control to dismantle the nightmare remains of the old world's creations as materials for building new cities.

The completely shapeless wreckage was melted down and recast into materials for military plastic steel and consumer goods. Those that still retained some functionality were transformed: What had once been the engineering bay on the slave trader's ark was converted into a makeshift laboratory. A crude power plant was connected to the ship's old reactor. The staterooms once enjoyed by our masters were transformed into a hall where Alliance leaders convened for national affairs. Those unable to participate in these dismantling operations took up primitive agricultural labor, their hard work providing us with food. We should be grateful for their efforts.

In our newly built city of Shattered Shackles, we declare that we are capable of facing challenges and that nothing can stop us from gaining a foothold on this planet and growing stronger together.

2. Starting from scratch

On the blue planet also known as Terra, the Fourth Disaster is now in dire straits.

"These characteristics make all the production lines red." He felt that he should not be so obsessed with the sense of substitution. At present, two situations have exploded on the screen, namely famine and dissatisfied people, which are the result of cohesion and food deficit.

But he is the god of this virtual world after all. All the resources that are important to the people of the Helka Star Alliance are just water that needs to be added to the noodles, and noodles that need to be added to the water. All economic laws are not as reliable as his tangible big hand.

"We have quite a bit of electricity. I can sell it for food, then save up for mining and open agricultural zones to support it. Okay, the next step is to suppress crime and unlock more traditions. I'm going to be a little more cunning next."

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The beginning of all this was not smooth.

The participants of the Star Alliance are so different from each other that it is impossible to instantly integrate them into a highly centralized entity.

It was easy to unite against our former slave masters. With a common enemy, we could fight and resist as one. But with the advent of freedom, the rifts within the people only deepened.

We come from different worlds, and our perspectives are equally diverse. New factions with opposing demands are beginning to emerge, and more will follow. Whether we can properly address the demands of these diverse forces and unite as a united nation, standing tall in the stars, will determine the future of this interstellar alliance.

But there is always an alternative. Under the call of the most powerful Drax dragon clan, the independent species communities decided to reorganize the rebel alliance into a federal state.

This federal oligarchic state called the Helka Star Alliance is an alliance formed by a large number of countries with high autonomy. Although it maintains consistency in major powers such as the army and fleet, as well as the basic constitution, apart from that, the activities of each allied state have great flexibility. This compromise system construction will lead to internal quarrels, but it is better than breaking up immediately.

The supreme ruler of this alliance is elected by each ally and has a term of office of 20 years. He has very large powers, but cannot use them frequently, so as to ensure that the central power can operate efficiently without excessively infringing on the complex internal interests of each ally.

During the first 20 years of this system, it can only be said that it looked unruly. No one thought it could last forever, and it was indeed on the verge of collapse at one point.

In its early days, the Alliance faced severe food shortages, with each species complaining that their communities were threatened by famine. This led to a crisis for the entire country, and citizens expressed great distrust in the Federation's public power.

However, the first Supreme Ruler of the Federation, Ashadron, proved to be a wise leader. Through strong intervention by the Federation, he ensured the vertical distribution of basic supplies, ensuring that every resource was used where it should be consumed, rather than being hoarded.

For those individuals who were obsessed with the question of whether the hand should be so tangible, the Supreme Ruler carried out careful and patient persuasion, and the stubborn ones would try the breath that could melt the adamantine material.

So in the seventh year of the Red Dragon Archon's rule, when new agricultural zoning was established and the entire planet finally had a food surplus, everything became well organized, separatism, opposition factions and criminal activities were curbed, and Helka returned to the control of the Federation.

This has led to a stronger sense of belonging among many residents to the federal center. At this time, our social scientists proposed the theory of social cohesion, which holds that the higher the cultural literacy, national sense of belonging and degree of free development of citizens in the entire society, the more benefits they can bring to the society to which they belong, thereby enabling the entire society to develop at an accelerated pace.

This theory highlights his correctness. When many people admire the superior governance of the Federation and are willing to work hard for the new her, development will enter the fast lane.

When diverse but united ideas for a common good come together, no one can predict what achievements they can make. Our research team has joined a new non-dragon member, this wise man from the Zelvan tribe, who reveals new research results to us with his unique perspective from another race.

The question of what kind of traditions this new nation, formed by the union of different species, should possess in terms of social and cultural aspects was hotly debated. Ultimately, this question was determined by a vote of the Epsilon representatives, who recognized the importance of this capital planet.

The tradition of prioritizing the capital was established. Those who could govern a county could conquer the world; those who were proficient in their work could see the bigger picture. Starting from the ground up, the people of the alliance built their new home into a thriving and prosperous land. Advanced and efficient production facilities were established, and the scarcity of the past was a thing of the past. We even had enough to distribute the necessities of life according to demand.

This series of great achievements took 20 years, and in a quarter of a century, the people of Helka grew from refugees who were poorly clothed and hungry to wealthy people with a good life.

At the same time, the entire civilization has mastered the technology of escort-class spacecraft, industrialized scientific research methods, and alien linguistics that have completely solved the communication problems of many species.

But even greater achievements were yet to come. While clearing the former slave ships, we discovered that this planet had an even older history, containing treasures from a vast ancient era beyond our comprehension.

In that era, a super civilization emerged. The people of this civilization dominated the reality and illusion of the universe with endless power and became gods in the eyes of ordinary creatures.

But they vanished, and we do not know why. But we have inherited the mantle of these ancient saints, the "Origin Engine" they used to shape life.

This device contains the method of forging a powerful ship called the Ark of Genesis. The Ark of Genesis is not only an advanced colonization ship, but it can also automatically awaken new life potential and shape a sub-smart race that can be upgraded.

However, the heritage itself has a "requirement", which is a metaphysical inspiration: that we should inherit the "mantle", continue the work of the lost ancient saints, and spread positive influence in the galaxy.

His wish will surely come true, and the people of the alliance will treat the newcomers kindly, just as the relics of the ancient saints were generously opened to them. Countless eons have passed since the disappearance of the ancient saints, and the Ark of Genesis will sail into the distance again.

But the voyage encountered a big problem before it even began.

3. Long voyages and administrative expansion

"What do you mean by 'in order to restore the logic of warp jumps, warp speeds, and wormholes in parallel', it's now in an experimental adjustment state, so the commonly used warp jump engines are turned off?' Then who can fill in the gaps in my explosive power?"

Somewhere, the Fourth Calamity, feeling that the changes to the game were becoming increasingly bizarre, was furious about the new version of the FTL system.

The civilization under his command currently possesses a primary warp engine with a debuff of "jump charging time +2300%", which makes him even more desperate than before when he was in deficit.

After all, this is an environment with twenty-five times the natural disasters, highly hostile computers, and a 100% probability of the rise of the Void Realm. Who can guarantee that the veterans will not fail?

"As the saying goes, you can build a temple in a snail shell. I can also operate one or two balls. I might as well let the spaceship float slowly. When he arrives, I will have completed the ascension stage, and then upgrade the industry to the wormhole." However, nothing can stop the high-dimensional observer. As a player, he never gives up, and this will inevitably benefit his incarnation.

"Speaking of which, why is the human population increasing so rapidly? I'd be surprised if I didn't look at the species list. The color palette and population ratio each have their own unique characteristics."

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On the far edge of the galaxy, a nascent civilization is facing technological challenges.

At the same time as the discovery of the Origin Furnace, Helka's Interstellar Alliance also successfully achieved a technological breakthrough in space frigates.

However, at the current technological level, the starships built by the Interstellar Alliance based on the crashed slaver ships were still sublight speed systems. Using this engine, even traveling to the next galaxy would take at least two years.