Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 851

Chapter 845, Brotherhood

Batchel opened his mouth as he watched the troops disembark from the transports, unsure what to say.

Was this still the familiar ‘Iron Fist Ambassador’?

Batchel was the Chapter Master of the Cyborg Butchers. Their Chapter, descended from the Punisher Legion, was homeworld located in the Forward Sector.

The Iron Fist Ambassadors enjoyed a close relationship with the Cyborg Butchers, as their own Chapter was also a descendant of the Punisher Legion. Their relationship was strong, not only because they were both descendant chapters of the Punisher Legion, sharing a bloodline, but also for another reason. The Iron Fist

Ambassadors were a fleet-based Chapter. Their primary area of activity was around the Forward Sector and the Magray Sector, operating extensively.

Like any other fleet-based Chapter, their primary reliance was, of course, on spoils of war, war commissions, and rewards from the Empire after achieving their war objectives…

but it was clear that it would be difficult for an average fleet-based Chapter to achieve the same level of success as the Black Crusaders. The Iron Fist Ambassadors lacked such a powerful background, and their lives were not particularly prosperous.

During this challenging period for the Fleet-Based Chapter, another brother Chapter, the Steel Butchers, provided significant assistance.

Sharing a common bloodline and boasting a relatively well-off recruiting world, the Steel Butchers provided significant support to the struggling Fleet-Based Chapter, the Iron Fist Ambassadors. From recruiting troops and replenishing equipment to encountering challenging missions, the two sides would invite each other to fight side by side.

In this sense, the Steel Butchers were the Iron Fist Ambassadors’ benefactors. The Steel Butchers provided numerous assistance to the Iron Fist Ambassadors, and the Iron Fist Ambassadors, in turn, were loyal and forthright, readily responding to the Iron Butchers’ challenges and fighting alongside them.

The two Chapters, sharing a common bloodline, fostered a close bond of mutual support.

Of course, in this mutual support, the Steel Butchers were the dominant force, the helpers and the leaders, while the Iron Fist Ambassadors were the recipients and the subordinates.

This relationship persisted until the Cataclysm.

When the Cataclysm cut off information and navigation, the two sides were unable to communicate.

For a long time, Batchelor was deeply concerned about the plight of his brother chapters.

In fact, the Cyborg Butchers themselves were in a difficult situation. Cut off from external support, facing a mortal rebellion within, and even an invasion by greenskin Orks. After finally repelling the enemy and reestablishing contact with the outside world, they encountered the events of Ohmgeria.

They were fortunate that they had not yet dispatched their forces when the first fighting broke out within Ohmgeria, thus avoiding the first devastating annihilation. However, when the greenskin forces within Ohmgeria subsequently overflowed and threatened the outside world, the Cyborg Butchers fought tirelessly against these enemies.

They suffered heavy losses in the years-long war, and the impact of the Cataclysm hindered their ability to replenish their forces. Recently, they were reduced to just over 400 warriors.

However, Batchelor was more concerned about the Iron-Handed Ambassador.

His own situation was already difficult, but as the Iron Fist Ambassador of the Fleet-Based Chapter, the situation was likely even worse.

At the time of the Cataclysm, the last news Batcher had heard from the Brothers was that they had accepted a request for assistance from a planet in the Magray Space, where a serious rebellion was taking place.

At that time, the Iron Fist Ambassadors had only around 400 soldiers, and their equipment was far from ideal.

Batcher couldn’t imagine how the Iron Fist Ambassadors, already engaged in a war, would manage to survive, suddenly cut off from all contact with the outside world, unable to resupply troops or equipment, and still trapped in the battlefield.

Even if they could resolve the planet’s problems with their own forces, what would the Iron Fist Ambassadors do in the aftermath of the Cataclysm, when demons and monsters were rampant?

Even the Cyborg Butchers, who had their own home planet and were in far better shape before the Cataclysm, were struggling, let alone the Iron Fist Ambassadors, who had no foundation at all.

However, Batchel soon found no time to think about his brotherly Chapters. Their own wars, along with the Ork challenge to their region, were becoming increasingly severe.

It wasn’t until the Alliance’s forces arrived near Omgeria, providing a strong anchor, that the situation began to improve.

It was then that Batchel learned of the latest news about his brotherly Chapters: during the Dark Side Crusade’s arrival in the Magrayne region, the Alliance had contacted Ambassador Ironhand and rescued them. Ambassador Ironhand had joined the Alliance even before Cyborg the Butcher.

While joining Taishichen’s forces to fight the Omgerian crisis, he also took time to inquire about Ambassador Ironhand’s well-being.

He learned that, after being rescued by the Alliance, Ambassador Ironhand had received support and aid, and was currently replenishing his forces and recuperating, awaiting further missions once the Chapter had recovered.

However, Batchel hadn’t anticipated that the time would come so soon for him to reunite with his brotherly Chapters and fight alongside them once again.

After the Alliance formulated its grand strategy for the invasion of Omgeria, Cyborg Butcher naturally joined in, participating in a series of preliminary battles before recently taking on a new mission: the assault on Syrwind.

The planet is home to a large number of Orks, serving as a crucial logistics base for the decisive battle between the Zerg and the Orks. Its “Greenskin Farms” hatch countless Orks daily, which are then transported to the front lines.

Such a crucial location naturally harbors a large number of Orks, making it a target that requires the participation of Space Marines.

This time, Batchelor brought only 270 Cyborg Butchers. Even with their full complement, combined with the Alliance Army, achieving the mission objectives would be difficult.

When progress on the surface proved difficult, he reported the situation to headquarters, and

the Alliance decisively dispatched reinforcements.

They were a Chapter sent from the main force of the so-called Western Expeditionary Force, accompanying Governor Gu from the Magray Space.

It was none other than Batchelor’s old friend, the Iron Fist Ambassadors Chapter!

Watching the warriors, painted iron-gray with orange-red arms, disembark from the transports one by one, Batchelor was struck.

To him, these fellow Chapters seemed so familiar yet so strange.

Familiar in their paintwork

, yet strange in the sense that he didn’t recognize them. A full thousand Space Marines descended, far more than the Iron Fist Ambassadors should have commanded. Their battleplate wasn’t the Skyhawk type, the common armor worn by the Iron Fist Ambassadors, but the rarer and more expensive Majestic type. They were fully equipped with the more conventional Space Marine weapons, such as chainswords, chainsaxes, and bolters, but also boasted a sufficient supply of more advanced power weapons, plasma guns, and Terminator armor.

Not to mention the various “small gadgets” these warriors possessed. Those blessed Seals of Purity, those sacred emblems; the heavy armor carried by the mortal auxiliaries fighting alongside the Space Marines…

These things seemed so unfamiliar to Batchelor.

This was the equipment his impoverished old friend should have?

How did they have so many men?

Batchelor knew it was funding and support from the Alliance. But how much would it cost? Could such support be achieved?

He even had some lingering doubts.

But these doubts were dispelled upon meeting his old friend.

It was Owe, Chapter Master of the Iron-Handed Ambassadors. The two of them had a friendship spanning over one hundred and forty years. Even before either of them were Chapter Masters, they had represented their respective Chapters in swordfights and fought side by side on life-and-death battlefields, forging a deep friendship. After each of them became Chapter Masters, they furthered their cooperation, forging a bond of mutual support between the two Chapters.

Now, when old friends reunite, it’s inevitable that a deep bond will form.

The burly Owe disembarked from the transport ship, spotted Batchel, removed his helmet, and approached with a hearty laugh.

Batchel, recognizing his familiar friend, cast aside any slight doubts and embraced him with open arms.

“I never thought I’d be fighting alongside you again so soon, brother Batchel.”

“Neither did I,” Batchel hesitated, then couldn’t help himself. “You’re looking very good now.”

“Yes, thanks to the Alliance,” Owe’s words were filled with unconcealed emotion and relief.

He briefly recounted the previous situation to Batchel.

The Iron-Fisted Ambassador had nearly been wiped out. At their worst point after the Cataclysm, their total strength had fallen to less than a hundred men.

But the Alliance’s arrival changed their fate.

Not only did they rescue their remnant from dire straits, but after they signed an agreement to join the Dark Side Crusade and fully submit to the Dark Side Space Marine Association’s management, they received the Alliance’s full support.

Equipment and other things were easy to deal with; it was simply a matter of productivity and resources. The Alliance’s wealth was something these distant people had heard about even before the Cataclysm.

Most importantly, it was new recruits.

Ambassador Ironhand had surrendered his entire gene-seed bank, which actually only held a little over 400 seeds. Yet, in less than two years, the Alliance had replenished them with over 900 warriors, bringing them to full strength.

Ouwei was deeply shocked, even to the point of doubt: “Even if your new blood center’s training is exceptionally high, with a 100% success rate, I’ve only given you a little over 400 seeds. How are you going to replenish my 900 warriors?” Where did the extra 500 seeds come from?

The Space Marine Management Association provided a clear answer to this question: As High Lord, Gu Hang maintains custody of a portion of the Space Marine gene-seed bank. This bank contains a wide variety of seed types, and the extra Space Marines are using the Punisher gene-seed, the same origin and bloodline as Ambassador Ironhand.

If any Chapter has concerns, they can conduct their own screening to verify that they are all using the same seed.

The Iron Fist Ambassador would certainly investigate, and the Alliance’s nonchalant attitude almost foreordained the final outcome: it would be exactly the same.

So what else could be said? All one

could feel for the Alliance was gratitude.

They were proactive in providing such comprehensive support, from gene-seeds to recruits to equipment, a one-stop service.

In the past, if the Empire had said their chapter was about to be finished and asked the Imperial Center to use some of the gene-seed taxes previously paid to fill the chapter’s shortfall, it would have been an extremely difficult task. Without a strong background and undisputed merit, forget it.

Having said this, Owe patted Bachelor’s shoulder with emotion and said, “You’ve had a tough time lately, but it doesn’t matter. When the war is over, no matter how great the losses are, they will be made up under the Alliance’s leadership. The Steel Butcher will also, like us, return to the level of the chapter’s heyday. In the future, our two chapters will have countless opportunities to fight side by side!”

(End of this chapter)