"Another world lost." Muttered the Chairman of the Confederacy Senate. He glanced at the bickering of his peers that is squabbling.
"We should bolster our men!"
"How the fuck we do that! Our finances are cratering! We don't have the money to pay them off!"
"Then use the convicts as cannon fodder!"
"The quarterly report is looming in the red!"
"Why the nerds are not here?"
Both side are quarreling on both finances and deployment of troops.
After the pirate news of their actions made by Alexander Solair leaked out.
The confederacy is already in chaos and strife is the norms.
Planets that is bordering the fringes of their territory joined the Sons of Korhal or even this so called "Celestial Imperium".
While the sons of Korhal taken the viable men and women to fight against the Confederacy. And they disappeared like a ghost.
This Imperium...
They taken planets and guard the people within it. Fortify it and the population remained compliant, making the planet worth more than under their control, as if they are blatantly saying that the government have no longer jurisdiction.
The Senate have no explanation on how does Alexander managed to gathered the amount of manpower to hold down the controlled planets. Especially spy ships have confirmed that Kilometers long Ships is arriving in their territory.
Most of the Confederacy ships were just 960 meters long, and how did a System Governor have made kilometers long ships under his disposal.
He sighed as he saw the financial income is staggering low.
A military that is running out of funds, procurement is getting expensive, due to rising cost of materials and strikes.
And what make matter worse, is that the Xenos is invading their territory.
These mouthless greyskins scorch planets and destroyed any chance of negotiating, and the supposed xenos, the Zerg that the scientist claimed, that they could controlled using the psychic Emitters, is now flooding into the Terran Confederacy by the trillions. Every world they captured is turned to a infested nightmare and all he ever signed the death warrant of abandoning the people.
The streets outside is clamoring for the people demanding the accountability.
And in the halls of the government, the noble three houses of Tarsonis is bickering.
There used to be four, as Mengsk was a noble, until his father wanted to succeed from the Confederacy and in retaliation of such a thought, He ordered the Execution of Mengsk family and eradicated them... The account was that he failed to kill the last remaining two survivors of the Mengsk house.
Acturus mengsk and Dorothy Mengsk...
A planet prospector now turned vengeance incarnate and a Student under Alexander education institution.
He looked at the flag beside him.
It was as if the government would fall with him.
As if... He was the last Chairman before the government went into collapse.
"Blake, you sure about that?" A mid level official looked at the group of peers surrounding a meeting room.
These were many like this that held in closed doors behind their coffee breaks.
Ever since the pirate broadcast. Many was shaken of the fact on the brutality of the government they followed...
And days after, more pirate broadcasting videos was shown to the people of the Confederation.
A life under the Imperium.
A place to work, as long as they prove themselves as competent enough they could rise through the ranks.
A giant fleet of ships defending their home...
And their children would not be looked down on.
Many of them were mostly disgruntled office workers and managers, they seen the nepotism and the corruption that plague the administration. They would never stand out.
Even the children were looked down upon by the supposed "nobility" children that took the cushy jobs before them.
And their pay was little to barely afford the rent and the rising cost of living. Especially major agriculture planets were either consumed by the zerg, scorched by the Protoss or just under Imperium control.
Even the smugglers make a killing of bringing back food shipments to the ailing confederacy.
With some of them that were screened without sins, paid by the Imperium for spreading the news of their rule without paying their cargos. Making them a broadcaster for the people on the fence.
Alexander made a concession to these types of beings. As long as they don't smuggle people or engaged in slave trafficking or even bringing military tech back, then he would just ignore them.
Each day, the news spread faster than the martial laws handed out.
Until one protestor in Tarsonis, the Capital planet of the Confederacy rushed out and bore a crudely made flag of the Imperium
"So, did you guys explain to your families?" Chris spoke as the leader.
"Honestly, this is my home...but after what is being shown... My wive agreed that we should head to the imperium, Already took my kids out from the school, it was like a ghost town. And paid the ticket to exit that place."
"Same here, Hell, my extended family wanted to join us as well."
Many agreed but one.
"Hank, what's the problem?"
"I just can't do it... Tarsonis is my home..."
"I understand, may you live well. Group hug?"
This was the last time they saw Hank.
As the Zerg was Attracted by the Psi Emitter placed By the Sons of Korhal.
Billions died that day, despite the fact the imperium shown a broadcast what's on happened to the ground.
The skies of Tarsonis became dark by the sheer numbers of the Zerg and the image of the Imperium attempted to save the people of Tarsonis etched their minds. Their lasers and explosion were like glimmer of light in the storm of darkness. As they attempted to bring the remaining survivors to the shuttles away from the godforsaken nightmares.
Many of them remember the one that remained.
Later that week, they applied for resignation and left the planet via smuggling.
Thousands of ships, whether it was wealthy or not, is fleeing the capital.
Those that remains are rioting on the streets, now without a lack of purpose, but to commit anarchy. Burning cars and building were a daily occurrence.
The confederacy began to gunned them down.
The lucky officials and their families were grateful that they left.
Their families arrive at a fleet of ships that awaited the smuggling fleet.
Many felt panicked that they would be captured by the Confederate patrol fleets, but the smugglers assured them that they would be taken in a more safer place.
As the ships that escape from Tarsonis arrived in the hangar of the capital ships.
The captain or the commander of the fleet awaited their arrival.
"Welcome, I am Faust, I understand the hardship of you tracking to this place, welcome to the Salvation Fleet, we are here to escort you to the Imperium.
Come now, we shall give you food and water that would sustain you as we head back.
I do hope that you have your proper identification?"
Many nodded as they walked past the hangar.
The smuggling captain approached Faust.
"Umm, about that payment?"
Faust sighed as he handed a briefcase of Kel-Morian credits to the smuggler.
As the war raged on, the Confederacy Credit were as good as toilet paper. Many turned to the Umojan Dollar, the Kel-Morian Credits or the Imperial Thrones that was minted at Mars Sara, now turned to a galactic currency.
Black markets at popping up to the point that even the law enforcement just gave up closing them down as they only focused on keeping order in the black markets.
Even some in the military paid their men with thrones as it was the more stable currency.
"My crew already fueled the ships and you have to go back to Tarsonis and gather more of the people willing to leave. The more you get, the better you are paid off."
"Of course boss... Oi! Get the loisy manges at the ships now. We got business!"
Faust stared grimly at the horde of barbarians, chortling as they made their way back.
He understood that the high Lord needed to siphon the population away from Tarsonis from public eye. And he couldn't do so blatantly.
And he along with other commodores were given a timetable.
It would be at least 6 months before Acturus Mengsk did something beyond morality.
Planting a Psi Emitter to let the Zerg Consumed Tarsonis.
At least Alexander gave those a choice to leave or stay.
The refugees across the Confederacy, found themselves at a processing station.
It was quick, as the officer that was in charge by the documentation was accompanied by a Psyker.
"Name and occupation" a Officer stared at the dataslate as his companion is staring at the refugee.
"Karl Brauser, Brewer of Confederate Kissma ass."
"Interesting, do you have a desire to work as a brewery manager?"
"Of course, my family is a brewer for almost 20 years. Where shall we start."
"Stare at my companion eyes please." The officer pointed his pen towards the blindfolded person at the corner.
The person removed her blindfold and eyes were as black as the night.
Karl felt like he was staring at the void. It was like eternity until the person place her blindfold back.
"What is this?" Karl shuddered.
"Just your everyday friendly psyker, she can read minds so that there is no lies." the officer spoke without adding. "She can see your soul as well."
The blindfolded woman spoke.
"He is clean, though his mind is conflicted."
"Any documentation?
"Here..." Karl handed the documents as he stared at the woman at the corner. She noticed his gaze and smiled.
"Looking at me won't make it go any faster." She giggle as she pointed him back towards the immigration officer.
"Karl, if you have a choice, would you return to your planet and stay there after this conflict ended or you wished to work where you are station in?"
"I would prefer my family to work here."
"Alright, Mr. Karl, you are designated to the refugee planet of A-7-89 for the duration of 5 years, until we assess your capabilities is worthwhile, then you will be a civilian to the imperium where you enjoy the benefits of being part of a society that cares, please wait at the corner of the exit while we process the remainder of your family. Welcome to the Imperium and may the Emperor light guide your path."
Karl walked out as he stayed at the exist as his family is being processed.
He stand beside a red giant robot with a red robed person that was attending the machine.
He just ignored it as he might find some hope in the future.
Many walked out with faces of hope or some semblance of comfort.
Until he noticed one of the rooms that housed the processing, a man rushed out.
And he saw one of those psykers that was similar to the one that saw him.
Pointed to the fleeing man.
"He is Unclean! He is a heretic! A Human Trafficker in our beloved imperium!" The psyker cried out as they pointed the perpetrator.
The atmosphere became chilly. As many of the people surroundings gaze upon the man, he stopped as the gazes were like hunters and he was the prey. As if the word Human Trafficker was like a sin.
"I am innocent!" The man screamed.
The officer that the man was running from stepped outside his room.
"Your identification is forged from a Kel-Morian smuggler, you lie and you ignore your sin. And I heard there's a bounty on your head. Apprehend him!
The red robot beside Karl, suddenly came to life as it lumbered, forward and using it's hands to apprehend the subject.
"++Target apprehended++" it spoke as the policeman surrounded the man as he was being shipped off.
Karl asked a soldier nearby.
"Where is that guy heading to?"
"He is going to be servitorized, High Lord Alexander orders states that people like them should be useful as a slave miner till the day he dies."
"Isn't that too harsh?" Karl was surprised, because confederacy would just stuff criminals to the planet prison of New Folsom,
But a slave? That was beyond his understanding.
"Tell me, what is harsher if your family is being trafficked and used as a sex slaves or organ harvesting and you want to protect the monster that ruined your life? All crimes against the people of the Imperium is tallied and kept.
If his crimes was just stealing a fruit, he would be lashed on the public square, live on the Holonet and they will never gain citizenship even if they join the military that promote a faster way to citizenship for a hundred years. But if it's higher like, murder, trafficking and harm against the Imperium and its ideals. They would be like those servitors that would spent a eternity in high risk mines. Unless they got the Emperor pardon or the High Lord himself that intervene. They so frakkin dead." The soldier shrugged as he moved away from Karl.
Karl made a note of seeing the imperium have a more safer place compared to Tarsonis and the inner planets that is undergoing anarchy.
He met his family and escorted to another fleet that is protected by escorts that is bigger than the confederacy.
To the normal people it was like they wanted them under the floating fortresses of guns surrounded them, it felt like it is more safer, but in Karl perspective, it was like they were expecting to see their value is meant something to be worth going to all this trouble to get them out of the confederacy.
They were escorted to a planetary system that was untouched by human hands.
The refugees were surprised as they landed.
There was large quantities of food and tents, with outhouses that awaited them.
"Hey, this isn't what we signed up for?!" One of the refugees yelled.
One of the officers approached the crowd.
"If you want to prove your worth and not be a leech, this is a planet that is abundant with resources, use your talents and skills to make your home and we would oversee how you done it.
We would provide you with food and medicine for a year, but you should be self sustaining by that years end. Those that have contributed would be allowed to own land and we would buy your produce, you will not be taxed for the duration of 5 years. But if you failed, well, is that all you got after trekking from confederate space?"
"This is a chance that you are proven to be more worth in the imperium, than being a nothing in the shadow of the confederacy. The High Lord gave you this planet to see if the People of Tarsonis, the inner planets have got what it takes to form and mold this planet by their own hands. Those that worked would be given 3 acres of land and those that refuse are just civilians. We don't want leeches, but humans that worked for their goals."
After seeing the people stopped rioting.
The officer smiled.
"Anyone that good at lumberjacks and farming go to my left side and anything that is proven useful later on head to my right.
We would provide the materials to make this place your home. And we would station guards to defend you. So if there anything that you need, approached me or my associates of your issues. And that is all."
Karl watched as his brother smiled as he took to the left side.
"Take care brother, I hope that i taste your ale soon! I am going to have a land of my own and you get my wheat brother!" He smiled as he got a chainsaw as he followed the team into the forest nearby.
By the end of the day, the refugees made a clearing of the forest. The farmers sowed their seeds in greenhouses given by the Imperium and Karl opened his brewery in the newly formed colony.
And it was popular as it was the only place that offer alcohol to get by, until the tavern and inns were propped up which he supplied his goods with.
Geologist's that joined the refugees ventured out to find materials such as marble and granite to build a proper housing.
Factory workers joined the factory that made steel for their homes. And got paid by the day.
Administration staff that used to worked for the confederacy joined the outpost to check the logistics.
But seeing there no where to buy other than beer, they spend their money on ordering item from the imperial galactic stores that was delivered in a day. Making their lives more bearable.
Unaware that they are becoming reliant to the Imperium unconsciously.
The priests sent by the church that preach the God Emperor, raised up a building made from wood that the lumberjacks made, as if to give a moral compass to those that are lost. And a sense of solidarity.
By the end of the week that refugee camp turned to a proper town. Perhaps in a few years this planet would be converted to a proper imperial holding.
The officers that oversee this planet from orbit, watched at the progress of the refugees. And remember the speech Alexander spoke to them when they prepare for colonization efforts.
"I assured you that this new refugees would be lazy as hell, if we just give them what they want.
If you give a fish to a man, he would be dependent on you, that's no different from being a slave, Teach a man to fish, he would be grateful to you. And they would rather die with you. Anyone got a question? I don't bite."
One of the officers raised his hand up
"Yes?"
"It seems like you know about refugees, High Lord?
"There was a ancient nation in Terra known as America, a superstate before the age of strife, me and the God Emperor saw how it collapsed, not from outside threats, but from within. It was a nation that would have been our starting point to begin our unification wars... But there was a problem.
Their politicians turned nobility, and bureaucrats that followed them were ungrateful to their nation and flooded the state with illegals across the world, because they believed they were a nation of immigrants.
But by then, the immigrants that they spoke of, created that superstate, created a identify and culture of their own. And the new illegals have ruined the state, they weren't there to make it proper, but to undermine it from within. Heretical religion that advocate death to the native and brainwashed zealots of ideology that was self harming, inflicted by the nobilities to keep their power.
By the time the population realized, they were in bed with the terrorist and crime syndicate that imbedded within those that flood the country. And those that advocate free borders were the first to die by their own policies. Their children were raped on the streets, morality was rotten, by the time I took over that place, the decay rotted that superstate.
And having more of this refugees and immigrants that refuse to abide by our culture and identity is bad, so we would simply guide this refugees with incentives to be part of the Imperium.
I don't give free stuff, out of the kindness of my heart, I see potential of them.
If they ran from the confederacy and use all sort of method to get here. They have my respect.
But that is just how they enter our imperium, after that, is a different conversation if they demand the stars and the moon to cater to their needs, we would end up like that Ancient nation of Terra.
We have a Entitled, Narcissistic and rotten apples that ruined the imperium from within and our image.
And my father image as well... Now go forth to your station and oversee the people if they had what it takes to be part of our imperium."
(A/n): Life in the north of china is freezing and I can reach Russia Vladivostok in just 8 hours of driving...
Kvass is nice. Vodka? Might as well be emergency coolant. That stuff burns my throat.
Reading some other comments on other books, I noticed there is not much ordinary people perception in their novels. So time to time I just add people perception chapters than focusing all about Alexander.