[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor":3,"chapter-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-282":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1681202,2147,"Chapter 282 - 283 – A Birthday Bash for Mars?!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-282",282,"\u003Cp>Mars. Outer Atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive red-and-black mechanical ark tore out of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a Mechanicus Ark, part of the Adeptus Mechanicus' endless pursuit of knowledge across the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was colossal—far surpassing even the ships of the Imperial Navy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its immense mass generated its own gravity field, like an unstable satellite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more terrifying, this Ark carried the finest technology the Mechanicus could offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its weapons exceeded those of the Navy in both power and range. Its defenses were in a league of their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ark was so precious that even the destruction of an entire Forge World to awaken its machine spirit was considered an insignificant cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the red-and-black Ark \"Oudia\", plowed brazenly past the Solar Navy's orbital defenses at the Iron Ring, ignoring them completely as it approached Mars' atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gravity field it carried disrupted Martian weather systems—whipping up sandstorms across multiple hive cities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a bold, overwhelming display of force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was only the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As space around Mars rippled, more Mechanicus fleets emerged from the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were fleets from over thirty conservative Forge Worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They paraded their power brazenly before the Imperium's garrisons, before Holy Terra, and the rest of the Forge Worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temple of the Omnissiah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you see that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oud Oudia Raskian stared fanatically into orbit, admiring his Ark flagship and the armada behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was immensely proud: \"This is the will of the Fabricator General of Mars!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was only the vanguard. Dozens more Forge World fleets were still en route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force he had gathered rivaled any Imperial military arm—perhaps even surpassed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the strength of the Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For days, Oudia had been furious—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many Forge Worlds had dared to send protests, harshly questioning him—demanding his resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How utterly arrogant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mars HQ's long-standing peace had made people forget to fear him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd forgotten that he, the Fabricator General, was one of the most powerful beings in the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He commanded unfathomable destructive might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was intolerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to punish these rebellious upstarts to maintain his authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia browsed through a growing list of protesting Forge Worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dangerous trend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn't strike back, the criticism would only escalate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some fool might even dare to challenge Mars directly—causing the situation to spiral further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no choice now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to unleash his wrath and crush them completely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a supreme sovereign, Oudia scanned the names on the list—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>choosing several unfortunate Forge Worlds for punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go forth, in the name of the Omnissiah— Make them kneel to my will!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed the names to his subordinates, ordering the fleets to launch a brutal crackdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dissenters would learn how laughably weak and pathetic their resistance was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fleets, freshly assembled, fanned out and launched attacks on the protesting Forge Worlds—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All under the guise of purging heretics from the Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orbital defenses were destroyed. Titans, Imperial Knights, and Cybernetic Guards were deployed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The defenders were overrun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rebels—especially the Forge Directors—were captured and sent to Mars for judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their holdings and assets? Swiftly carved up and claimed by the conservatives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're a blight on the Mechanicus, Oudia!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can kill us, but not our pursuit of knowledge!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Omnissiah, punish Oudia!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your end is near!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mount Arxia, Mars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Atop the mountain stood the Tower of Penance, soaring into the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless metal cages lined its height.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were imprisoned rebels, left under the harsh Martian sun as punishment\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for their disrespect and betrayal of Mars and the Fabricator General.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Day and night, they cursed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their voices would never reach Oudia's ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the situation stabilized, he would host a grand trial—and personally execute these fools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After brutally quelling several Forge Worlds, Oudia issued a new edict—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Announcing the fate of the traitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To remind the galaxy of Mars HQ's authority—and his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He warned the other Forge Worlds to obey Mars' orders,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and not to follow the path of the heretics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or they too would suffer Mars' wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temple of the Frictionless Pistons. Oil Pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia soaked comfortably in sacred machine oil, maintaining his cybernetic body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subordinate approached:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, our fleets request permission to suppress more rebels!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the conservative faction, this was a golden opportunity\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to divide and claim their rivals' worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were eager—hungry for expansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia, unsurprised, handed over another list:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let them go. Let the will of Mars and the Fabricator General be fulfilled!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It allowed the conservatives to expand and seize more territory and tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps... we can get even more...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in a very good mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His iron-fisted tactics had stabilized the situation. Protests were dwindling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once things calmed further, he would offer a few select Forge Worlds knowledge\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>from Mars' secret vaults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A token of goodwill—to pacify the masses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the conservatives would grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Oudia's power within the Imperium would only deepen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he only had to wait on Mars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The safest place in the galaxy—even more so than Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the heart of the Mechanicus, Mars had defenses rivaling the Throneworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For millennia, it had crushed every invader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the mighty Necrons had suffered a catastrophic defeat here—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>adding to Mars' ever-growing defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, some radical Forge Worlds might try to rebel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mars could never be shaken by them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as he remained on Mars—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the galaxy had already bent the knee to Mars and to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They no longer dared to speak out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia sank deeper into the oil bath, basking in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dissenters had already lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edge of the Solar System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In deep space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stealth vessel from Urth's Mechanicus moved silently beneath the Aetheric Veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh! When the hell is the Mecha Forum coming back?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul was agitated. \"Savior, why don't we just bring in the army and blow Mars to bits?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feels like we'd win easily!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden replied coolly: \"We can't. If we act, we'll draw the ire of both the Imperium and the Mechanicus...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But if we wait any longer, that bastard Oudia is going to win!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden took a sip of cola and shot him a glance:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who said he's winning?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn't he?\" Kaul complained. \"We've waited so long. Not a single fleet has come to attack Mars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus cowards don't even dare to protest anymore. It's dead silent...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's good. That silence is what we want—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It means the fight has entered its most dangerous phase...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had a different perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ever heard the saying: 'One either erupts in silence—or dies in it'?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to intel—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise from the Forge Worlds was fading. Protests dwindled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many assumed Oudia had suppressed the rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden believed the opposite—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd lost control completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fiery anger of the Tech-Priests had gone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Replaced with chilling silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't submission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such times, silence was the most terrifying thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia, lost in his power games, likely didn't understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden had experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Urth had once gone through a resource crisis, a time of constant riots and chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, as planetary governor, had personally handled many protests—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And read far too many frontline reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One conclusion stood out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The louder the protests, the less dangerous they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People screamed and cried because they still hoped to be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meet a few of their demands—and they'd quiet down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a token gesture was often enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because their goal was never violence—only to be acknowledged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the crowds fell silent—that's when things turned deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that silence—rage and bloodlust fermented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant people had given up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They no longer hoped for justice. They weren't even asking for solutions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were only thinking—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who deserves to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And by the time it reached that point—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No amount of apology or action could stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only fire and steel could answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any official with experience would know:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deploy all troops immediately—or run for your life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you're lucky enough to get the chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or else, the crowd would rip you to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the Forge Worlds had fallen silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant their fury had crystallized into murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mars' ancient prestige could no longer suppress it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all—for Tech-Priests, knowledge was everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Oudia had banned the Mecha Forum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sin worse than murder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone dared make a sound now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That pent-up fury would explode, washing away everything—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Fabricator General. Even a High Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul, after hearing the Savior's logic, rubbed his hands in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already planning his test run on Mars, to see how his new armaments performed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted his dad's skull—a heavily armed super-heavy servoskull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, when we get to Mars, we'll show those crusty old conservatives the power of the Sally family!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Sally family had plenty of old grudges with the conservatives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Kaul asked an important question:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How long before the Forge World fleets reach Mars?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smiled slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let the bullets fly for a bit...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stygies VIII.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole Forge World was eerily quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Operations continued as normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tech-Priests neither protested nor demonstrated. They kept working—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally glancing coldly at the closed Mecha Forum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between tasks, they quietly upgraded their augmetic weapons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outfitting labs and vehicles with heavier firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed to be waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forge Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the central hall, high-ranking members gathered for a meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director, we must unite with other Forge Worlds and remove Oudia!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes! We must take a stand!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two deputy directors were firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Mecha Forum's shutdown, their Forge Director had taken no position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike other worlds, he had not opposed the edict or condemned Oudia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leadership was getting restless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Protest? And what good will that do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director raised a brow:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can curse him all we want—think he'll step down?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You still don't get it. Oudia's already seized total control of the Mechanicus Council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it's his word that rules.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter how loud we protest—it's meaningless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly Magos sighed, \"Then what can we do? Are we helpless?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've been bound by Mars' illusion of authority for too long.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why must we follow official channels to solve our problems?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Omnissiah... you mean we should start a rebellion and kill Oudia?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder Magos turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had dared think such thoughts in millennia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mars was the strongest firepower hub in the Mechanicus—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and guarded by the heart of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What rebellion? Who's rebelling?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director feigned innocence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're going to support Mars. To root out the heretical elements hiding in HQ.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is justice. No one is more loyal than us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clunk... Clunk...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood and walked out. The others followed—onto the palace balcony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gentlemen, I've already made preparations. Today—we depart for Mars!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others looked—and saw a massive Ark Mechanicus approaching Stygies VIII—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocking out the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd arranged everything in secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To get the upper hand, they had to strike fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin boarding. Take all available firepower!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His command was resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-robed deputy wasted no time issuing orders to the entire Forge World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZZ—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the command was issued—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheering erupted across the world, echoing up to the palace balcony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tech-Priests everywhere rushed to arm themselves, dragging out their biggest guns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In orderly fashion, they moved to designated locations and began boarding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director... is it just us?\" asked the elder Magos, still uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... Stygies is only one of many.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director replied slowly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know for a fact—many Forge Worlds are coming. Far more than you can imagine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mars. Temple of the Frictionless Pistons. Oil Pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seems like those cowards on Terra really fear the will of Mars...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia stretched his mechanical limbs, sneering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his crackdown, Holy Terra had sent letter after letter—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asking about the state of the Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They begged him not to push further—lest more chaos erupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even pleaded with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium had just launched the Indomitus Crusade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't afford more Forge Worlds being destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia could picture the arrogant High Lords, gritting their teeth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as they begged him in writing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They feared the Mechanicus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't live without him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned at his subordinates:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Reply to them all. Tell them that under the Fabricator General's will, the Mechanicus is at peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We don't need their fake concern.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, there's one letter that needs your personal attention...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was from the Regent of the Imperium, Primarch Roboute Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh? A letter from the Primarch? I should enjoy this...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The parchment had been relayed by astropath and inscribed by a shrine-bound automaton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, Guilliman sternly rebuked him—warning him to deescalate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, the Primarch is upset...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia sighed—without a hint of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch cared deeply for the Imperium, for his crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was a strict politician—one who played by the rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a mad butcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as he stayed rational—there was nothing he could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would Guilliman really tear up the Treaty of Mars?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or assassinate a High Lord in broad daylight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could risk the wrath of the Fabricator General if they failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia tossed the letter aside and returned to his oil bath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't planning to respond anytime soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd wait until the situation was completely under control—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let Guilliman stew a little longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then would he respond—at his leisure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the Imperium see just how vital the Fabricator General truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Primarch had to respect him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bathed in this fantasy—already picturing himself revered across the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"MY LORD—BAD NEWS!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A messenger burst in—tumbling into the oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia yanked him up: \"What is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Reb—rebels... they're attacking Mars!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHAT?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled out of the oil and onto a conveyor platform—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rushing to a balcony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reactivated the comms he'd silenced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of alerts poured in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stygies VIII, leading a rebel fleet, has arrived in Martian orbit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia looked up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive Ark led an enormous fleet toward Mars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned furiously to his subordinates:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Recall all fleets! Reinforce Mars!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This rebel fleet was large—but not unbeatable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as the conservative defenders held out—reinforcements would crush them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Omnissiah... my lord...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subordinate's electronic voice trembled with fear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... I don't think we'll get reinforcements in time...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oudia roared—then followed his subordinate's gaze—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IMPOSSIBLE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lost his balance—falling clumsily onto the conveyor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just moments, more rebel fleets had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the naked eye—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless warships, like stars, burst from the Warp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So dense and layered they blotted out the skies around Mars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Check Out My Patreon For +20 Extra Chapters On All My Fanfics!!][[email protected]\u002Fzaelum]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[+500 Power Stones = +1 Extra Chapter]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thank You For Your Support!]\u003C\u002Fp>",2480,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","dd871071058589c5c561f59a99ae7c7364f1a5af9fbe619dfc05b45623b00997","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-283","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-281",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]