Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

Chapter 341 - 342: Whoa, Explosive Lord Rogg on the Combat Satellite!

Webway Space.

The construction base echoed with the clang of hammering steel.

Eden stood atop the deck of an Ork ship, overlooking the steel fortress in the void—

The combat satellite: Fort Rogg.

In the surrounding space—

Hundreds of transport vessels zipped back and forth, hauling building materials for the fortress.

His Ork ship swooped down toward Fort Rogg and crashed violently into the docking bay.

Once the ship inevitably fell apart—

Eden stepped through a gap in the wreckage and finally felt the true scale of the satellite.

The base of this massive construction was a hollowed-out asteroid roughly 100 kilometers in diameter.

The Orks had stuffed a stellar core and a pile of fusion reactors inside for power, while the outer shell was covered in mechanical constructs.

It had become a massive aerial fortress capable of holding billions of Orks.

Of course—

Fort Rogg wasn't meant for living. Its purpose was warfare.

So everywhere Eden looked, towering gun turrets jutted out of the surface, stuffed with every kind of oversized artillery.

Weapon arrays and defensive grids crisscrossed the structure.

Even the smartest Mekboys didn't know how many guns there actually were—

Because when they were feeling good, they'd install another Waaagh-style megagun in some random corner.

"Damn… I really underestimated the Orks' artistic talent…"

Eden stared at the core region of the fortress and drew in a sharp breath.

Lately—

He had been busy with preparing for the battle at Baal, leaving the construction of the satellite unchecked for a while.

And to his surprise, the Orks had gone and made something this wild.

"Savior above!"

Big Barrel's voice rang out from behind him—he too was stunned by what he saw:

"This… this kind of madness… How the hell did they even build this?!"

Before them—

A massive mechanical structure, over ten kilometers tall and occupying a fifth of the fortress, stood like a steel mountain:

A towering, explosive half-body statue of Lord Rogg, sculpted from metal, rising proudly from the heart of the fortress. (TL: I kinda forgot... again the Ork name of Eden... so lets leave it as Rogg.)

But—

This muscle-bound monstrosity wasn't just for show. It was a terrifying war machine.

Its eyes housed concentrated las-lance arrays, and each arm was fitted with kilometer-long supercannons—

One that fired projectiles bigger than meteors, and the other an unknown form of energy cannon.

Most strikingly—

Emerging from beneath the statue's waist was an enormous, drill-like ram.

Clearly designed for ramming enemy targets.

"Great and explosive Sneaky Lord Rogg…"

A loud, sycophantic Ork voice called out as a green-skinned figure strutted over in a wrinkled, mossy tuxedo, taking self-important "elegant" steps:

"It's an honor to have you here! All the Orks salute you!"

Eden turned toward the voice and saw Torklaw making his grand entrance.

Smiling warmly, Eden asked:

"Torklaw, have you completed your task?"

Torklaw lowered his head and gave a loyal bow:

"We collected half the junk from the tinboy tomb world and gave it all to the little cogboys in the Mechanicus!"

Eden nodded, clearly pleased.

For Torklaw to lead an Ork fleet and strip half of a Necron tomb world's tech was already an enormous gain.

Those items should now be in the hands of the Necron Re

Dealing a deathblow to Leviathan, maybe even eradicating the hive fleet completely.

But that was a last resort.

If Eden proposed that strategy—

The Blood Angels would never agree.

They'd rather die defending their homeworld than abandon it.

Having reviewed the progress of Fort Rogg's construction—

Eden issued a new order to the Orks: accelerate final integration and move to the Baal system as fast as possible.

Battle was coming.

Once orders were given, he returned to the Dreamweaver.

Next—

He needed to personally head to Baal, where he would organize a stronger defense against the incoming Leviathan hive fleet.

The war in the Underworld system had been rushed—

Many defensive measures hadn't been properly established.

But this time—

Eden was determined to fight with precision, and crush the Tyranids so thoroughly that they'd fear the name of mankind.

...

Dreamweaver, Savior's Sanctum.

Eden sat behind his desk as his aide, Tako, delivered a report.

He'd received a new update:

Besides Regent Guilliman, many other Astartes Chapters were being deployed by the Imperium to defend Baal against the swarm.

Eden thought for a moment and said:

"These brothers came all this way to aid us—

We must receive them properly."

The Imperium was waging war across the stars more than ever before.

Resources were stretched thin.

Many Chapters were running low on supplies and gear.

Some had already been wiped out, or were barely holding on.

So—

If they were willing to come fight by his side, Eden wasn't going to let them suffer.

He turned to Tako:

"Start compiling the inventory.

Get out every piece of gear and vehicle we have for Space Marines…"

(End of Chapter)

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