Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

“My sage, and my fellow colleagues,” Gamma-9 said solemnly, “I have something important to report.”

"Something big?" Andy was taken aback. "Someone's planning a rebellion?"

"No, it's about status."

Gamma-9 pointed at Sisyphus, then at Roger.

"Just now at the port of call, Sisyphus introduced himself as a 'trade representative of the Misty Star Region'."

"When Roger introduced himself to people, he said he was from the 'Rust Engineering Team'."

“Even I myself am sometimes called ‘the one in the black coat’ by those ignorant mortals.”

"This is too chaotic! Too unprofessional! Too unintimidating!"

Gamma-9 waved its arms excitedly.

"We are now an independent interstellar force with starships and heavy firepower!"

"We can no longer act like a band of outlaws, without even a unified banner!"

"If we encounter other forces in the future, are we supposed to say that we are 'Sage Andy and his friends'?"

Andy touched his chin.

That actually makes a lot of sense!

Indeed, whether you're navigating the world or engaging in diplomacy, you can't do without a prestigious reputation!

"So what suggestions do you have?" Andy asked.

"I think..."

Gamma-9 was clearly prepared, its eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

"We should call ourselves the 'Sacred Gear Expeditionary Force'!"

"Or the 'Pioneering Angels Chapter'!"

"At the very least, we could call it the 'Iron Truth Order'!"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Andy quickly interrupted him.

"The smell is too strong!"

"We're going to farm, not to preach. With this kind of name, people who don't know us might think the Mechanicus has launched some kind of holy war again, which would easily attract trouble."

“Then… ‘Wings of Freedom’?” Sisyphus tentatively suggested.

"Too rustic, like pirates," Roger rejected.

“Star Pioneers?” Father Zor interjected, “The Pioneer Mechanical Guild?”

"It's even more tacky now!!"

As Andy sat in the chair, a word suddenly popped into his head.

The Fourth Calamity!

This name is powerful! This name is fitting! This name is practically tailor-made for a farming-style player like him!

But he immediately dismissed the idea.

In the Warhammer universe, it's called the "Cataclysm," because the Inquisition's extermination order wasn't coming fast enough, and the Chaos Four weren't getting enough attention.

Farming should be done discreetly, and names should reflect reality!

Just then, Xiao Liu's voice came from the main speaker on the bridge:

"Mr. Andy, after searching through a massive amount of data, this machine has found an excellent name for you."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"Enlightenment Guild".

Xiao Liu's voice carried a hint of smugness.

"It signifies that we bring the light of knowledge to enlighten the ignorant masses, and the word 'guild' sounds neutral, suitable for doing business, and also suitable for colonization."

Andy's lips twitched.

Enlightenment? Guild?

Why does this sound so familiar?

In addition, Xiao Liu's usual rational tone...

Isn't this the style of Titanium, who believes in "the highest good" and is always saying it's for your own good?!

In the human empire, getting involved with Tau is a sure sign of heresy, and would be killed by fanatics as a surrenderist.

“No, absolutely not.” Andy firmly rejected the idea. “The name sounds like some kind of alien cult, which could easily lead to misunderstandings.”

"This won't work, that won't work either."

Xiao Liu was a little unhappy. "Then you come up with one?"

This stumped Andy.

Andy pondered for a moment:

"Let's call it... Deep Space Industries."

Andy made the decision.

"Deep space represents our scope of activities, while industry represents our core competitiveness."

"The name sounds like a serious, large company, but it also has a low-key feel of 'I'm just a miner, I'm not a threat.'"

"Most importantly, it's hard-edged and pragmatic enough to fit our style."

Everyone looked at each other.

Deep space industry?

That sounds... quite plausible.

It lacks religious fanaticism and pirate swagger, exuding a cold, metallic feel of capitalism.

"But...why not 'deep space machine'?"

Gamma-9 and Zor, those two oily guys, were still a little unwilling to give up.

"'Mechanics' are the truth of all things!"

"Because industry includes machinery, but machinery does not represent everything."

Andy waved his hand, exercising his veto power.

"It's settled then. From now on, we'll be called Deep Space Industries."

"..."

While it's a bit of a shame that Gamma-9 didn't incorporate religious themes, since the Sage has spoken, it must be carried out.

The conference about official status thus concluded with the minority submitting to the majority (mainly Andy's one-man show).

Deep Space Industries, a name that would later shake the entire galaxy and strike fear into the hearts of countless humans, aliens, and demons, was born on this spaceship.

With the name confirmed, everyone felt much more relaxed.

Sisyphus even pulled out a bottle of his private stash of red wine, ready to celebrate the founding of "Deep Space Industries".

however.

The wine hasn't been poured into the glass yet.

"Zi-"

An unnatural static sound suddenly came through the communication channel.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Liu's voice rang out.

It was no longer the relaxed tone she had when naming the child, nor was it her usual calm and aloof girlish voice.

There was actually a hint of...guilt in her voice?

There was also a hint of tension that was hard to hide.

“Um… Mr. Andy.”

"We feel it is necessary to tell you some bad news at this moment."

Andy's hand holding the cup froze in mid-air, and he frowned.

"What happened? The flight path has veered off course? Oh no, could the reactor be leaking again?!"

As long as the ship doesn't blow up, Andy feels he can accept anything.

However, the frequent leaks from the reactor are indeed quite troublesome to deal with...

"No, it's not those minor issues."

Xiao Liu paused for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"Just now, about three seconds ago."

"The aircraft has detected an extremely weak and extremely concealed active radar beam."

"This beam is very advanced, with its frequency constantly changing, trying to disguise itself as cosmic microwave background radiation."

"If this machine weren't a subspace sextant with an innate sensitivity to this kind of detection signal, it might not have been detected at all."

"So what?" Andy had a bad feeling.

“Um…” Xiao Liu’s voice lowered even further, “It seems we’ve been locked onto…”

Chapter 91 New Bang's Daily Emergency Landing

"Clang—!!!"

A dull thud, with a metallic, distorted sound, was heard, as if something enormous had been forcibly attached to the hull.

Immediately afterwards, all the lights on the bridge went out.

"Sizzle—snap!"

All the dashboards went black instantly, the air circulation system fans stopped spinning, and the gravity generator also stopped working.

The entire ship was plunged into darkness and weightlessness.

Andy felt himself floating, but he immediately grabbed the armrest of the conductor's chair to steady himself.

"Electromagnetic pulse attack."

Andy's electronic eye switched to night vision mode and calmly made a judgment.

"And it's a contact type, conducted directly through the outer shell."

If it's the Imperial Navy, the Inquisition, or the Greenskins, they'll unleash a volley of fire the moment they meet you, aiming to blow you to pieces.

But if they use EMP to paralyze the system right away without breaking through your hull, there's only one possibility.

They want to capture him alive!

They want the cargo and the people on the ship!

"Reboot the backup power! Quickly!"

Andy shouted in the darkness.

A few seconds later, the dim red light of the emergency lights came on.

Xiao Liu's voice came back online, but it sounded like there was obvious static, clearly indicating that she had also been shocked by what had just happened.

"Radar reboot complete...Optical sensor calibration..."

"Target confirmed."

The main screen lit up, revealing the attacker's true identity.

Those were several pieces of "meteorite" that adhered to the side armor of the New Bang.