StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

"But we are Camorians," said a member of the Swann family.

"In my opinion, there is no difference." Augustus spread his hands.

Swann glanced at several of his tribesmen, and one of them, who looked like Swann's brother, said, "We were born here, grew up here, and never thought of leaving Meinhof."

"Even if you can really do it, the elders in the family will not agree. Camorians, only our homeland and tradition cannot be abandoned. Only in the most desperate circumstances will we choose to leave our homeland."

Swann also found it strange that this Tyron officer, whom he had never met before, thought too highly of him. Suddenly, he had the illusion that he was really, really powerful.

But isn't the other party really trying to trick him?

Just based on a resume that cannot be proven to be true, he is deemed worthy of recruiting at any cost... Even if the above is true, Swann's achievements are not outstanding. He believes that there must be many people in the Tyranid Federation. Much more powerful than a miner who has never received higher education.

This is so weird.

Maybe this officer is really the noble son of the Mengsk family, but often such people will overestimate their abilities before they have experienced a severe beating, and do some earth-shattering things that actually cannot withstand scrutiny. There are nearly two thousand people in the Swan family. Even if they can no longer survive, they will not place their fate on a hairy boy without a beard.

"Of course these are just some of my personal thoughts, and they are not mature enough. But my family does lack talents like you, whether in the mining industry or military technology." Augustus didn't expect Swann to agree immediately, nor did he. Expect him to follow you now: "I hope you can consider this invitation carefully. No matter when, the Mengsk family will have a place for you."

"The reason why I did this was not a sudden move, but something I had thought about for a long time. Mr. Swann, staying in this Meinhof mine will only bury your talents. Koprulu's eagle should spread its wings." Fly high."

Augustus thought about this problem, that is, if Korhal IV wants to revolt, the development of military industry is inevitable. In this regard, Korhal's foundation is much weaker than that of Tarsonis.

It's not just Swann, he needs talents from all walks of life, the more the better. Regardless of origin, regardless of cost.

"Your talents are far beyond your own imagination, Mr. Swann. Your future lies in the sea of ​​stars and the Milky Way, not in this rock and wasteland." Augustus finally said: "While the human race is still here, In ignorance, when the first imaginative primitive man sat by a campfire and looked up at the stars and daydreamed, mankind's conquest of the universe had already begun."

Swann realized that Augustus was serious and wasn't wasting his time joking with him, but it was hard for Swann and his brothers not to attribute this to a young man's overly imaginative mind and his wild fantasies. .

Maybe Augustus compared himself to Alexander and Caesar and wanted to be a conqueror to conquer the universe, but maybe he was really capable of great things?

"I don't know what I can do to help you." Swann was a little moved, but he still doubted his ability: "Speaking of repairing machines, repairing some scrap metal, or adding wheels to the robot. , I’m very good at this. Seriously, what other great things can you expect a miner to do.”

"Many, many, new types of power armor, new tanks, new giant walking armor, and new battlecruisers, and you are the founder of these great inventions." Augustus' cold gray eyes flashed Staring at Swan without blinking, he began to draw a pie: "A huge technology group called Swan Engineering will be born in your hands."

"I never thought about this." Swann's eyes widened: "Go on."

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"Imagine that the rapid development of science and technology will eventually be used to improve people's livelihood, and you will be a great person who benefits mankind." Augustus continued: "Many, many years later, children will dig stone statues for you and erect them. monument."

"I like this." Swann stroked his dark beard: "But I have to think about it carefully. There are too many things to worry about when traveling far away. I have never heard of Korhal, let alone Forget about Korhal’s Mensk family.”

In fact, if Swann wanted to, he could immediately leave Meinhof and find a good job on the core planet of Kaimorian. But he stayed on this desolate planet until 2500 years ago. It wasn't until he couldn't stand the exploitation of the Kaimorian bureaucracy and rebelled angrily that Swann joined the Raynor Rangers.

But before that, there was no wealthy noble son who suddenly came over and said that even if it is not for money, you must realize your ideals and ambitions.

"Of course. It doesn't matter if you don't make a decision now, we can sign the contract one year later." Augustus showed a bright smile.

"What?" Before Swann could say anything, his cousins ​​were able to talk quietly - very quietly, they thought.

"A contract of sale? We should not be slaves to Tyranid entrepreneurs."

"This is protected by law," Augustus said.

"No problem, no, I haven't agreed yet." Swan thought for a moment and said, "I have almost forgotten what I am here to do after talking for so long. Aren't you going to hire me to modify your spaceship?"

"That's right, I'll take you to see her." Augustus stood up and took off his coat from the hanger next to him: "Lisa, you can take a rest."

Augustus led Swann and others out of the supervisory office, walked down the stone stairs step by step, and walked into the open industrial park through a gate guarded by demon guards from heaven. About a squad of resocialized soldiers were running past Augustus, and they all stopped to salute him. Their discipline amazed the people of Camorion.

On Augustus's way to the temporary hangar, all the factories and workshops were already in operation, and the workers were busy. And he seems to be very motivated. After Augustus' troops leave, they may go back to the time when they didn't have enough to eat.

The temporary hangar was converted from a raw materials warehouse, and the walls were painted black and gray. The two warehouses next to the hangar were filled with boxes of cut and weighed Adeen crystals. About four-fifths of them were to be handed over, and the rest was put into Augustus' pocket.

After opening the air valve in the hangar, Swann finally saw the "Little Devil" transport ship painted in black and gray.

"The new upgrade plan. Installing a new invisible force field transmitter is not cheap. I always speak straightforwardly." Swann looked at Augustus and said.

"Boss Mengsk, do you have enough money?"

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