Warhammer 40k: Starting as a Rogue Trader

Chapter 178: The SCV is Badass!

The Eldar guards responsible for the slaves had not expected these ordinary humans to be able to break out of their cages. To prevent gene-modified humans from destroying the cells, the bars were made of a special alloy. But who could have imagined that among the spoils of war they brought back would be an engineering vehicle like an SCV?

And the SCV, having opened the cage, did not stop its actions. This warehouse was filled with a large quantity of various materials that these Dark Eldar considered useless. Although many of the metal materials were fragile, the Barracks built by the SCV was not picky about the quality of the metal. Under Lucan's control, this scrap metal became the material needed for the SCV to construct a Barracks. After all, when he had first arrived in this world, even the bed boards of the crew could be used as material.

All the humans who had escaped from the cages watched in shock as a Barracks rose from the ground. Even the soldiers of the Dynasty, who only knew that the production of combat suits within the Dynasty was terrifyingly high, had never seen this ability of the SCV. Only a few core members of the Cult of the Holy Machine were qualified to supervise the construction of such an STC.

"Burns, are you sure this thing belongs to your Dynasty? By the Emperor... this... this is incredible."

Burns really wanted to answer Gaspar, but he was in a state of shock himself.

As the SCV threw more metal materials into the Barracks, the building began to produce on its own. Now was not the time to be concerned with the quality of the combat suits. Even if the defensive rating was a bit low, it was still much better than bare flesh, and it could also provide strength enhancement and combat assistance from its servo-systems.

The first thing to be produced from the Barracks was a suit of Medic combat armor. The moment he saw this suit, Burns immediately reacted. The special nature of the Medics in the army was something he knew through and through.

Seeing Burns finish putting on the suit, Gaspar felt that his brain was once again not enough to process what was happening.

With the nano-healing gun in his hand, Burns began his work. He did not immediately use it to treat the wounded. The people present would not die for the time being; at worst, they would have to endure the pain a little longer. But without weapons, if they encountered the enemy, they could only wait for death.

"Quick! Help me sort out the weapons and equipment from this pile of wreckage! Combat suits, C-14s, bring the ones that look to be in the best condition over first!"

The biggest headache for the Eldar Corsairs in their raids in the Expanse had been the combat suits worn by the humans. This was why Kalrusion had also brought the combat suits back as spoils of war after destroying Burns's team. The suits that were still functional and in relatively good condition were not piled up here, but the ones that had been destroyed in battle and were beyond repair had been mixed in with this pile of supplies and casually discarded like garbage.

According to conventional technological means, repairing a combat suit would take a great deal of effort, but the nano-healing gun did not. A green nanite beam was shone on the damaged combat suits. The suits began to repair themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye. And on the side, the Barracks was still churning out a new combat suit every ten minutes. As a few more Medic combat suits were produced, the efficiency of the repairs increased significantly.

In a short period of time, Burns had already assembled four squads' worth of CMC combat suits.

Burns selected the most elite of his men and had them put on the suits. He also gave a suit to Gaspar; after all, he was the most familiar with the routes here, and he could not be allowed to die. The rest of the people grabbed whatever metal from the scrap heap that felt good in their hands as their own weapons. The Medics, having finished repairing the combat suits, once again began to repair the serious injuries of the crowd.

When his body had recovered and he had once again put on the familiar combat suit, Burns felt like he was back in business!

The Barracks did not continue to produce more combat suits because Gaspar had said that approximately every four hours, the guards would patrol and distribute food to them. They didn't have any more time to arm everyone.

Before leaving, the SCV dismantled the Barracks.

"Check your weapons, conserve your ammunition. If you can solve it with close combat, avoid using the C-14. We don't have the complete logistics of the Dynasty here."

Gaspar watched as Burns and the others skillfully put on their equipment and, as if by telepathy, began to take up guard positions. He knew that these people were even more elite than he had imagined. Only years of training and combat could produce such combat discipline. After putting on the combat suits, their entire demeanor had changed.

As a former member of a Penal Legion, he had seen many of the so-called elite Astra Militarum of the Imperium, but few could compare to the team before him. Although he had no sense of time here, he could only guess the approximate time from the number of meals he had eaten. He had been here for at most a little over a month. What in the world had happened outside?

"Gaspar, only you have left this place. No one knows the route better than you! I need you to lead the way for us!"

"Alright! But I've only been on one route. I can't guarantee that I can really lead us out of here..."

"May the God-Emperor protect us! Even if we can't escape the subsequent pursuit, it's worth it to kill a few more xenos! It's better than being toyed with to death by these creatures! Battle formation, soldiers! For the Dynasty, for our great Rogue Trader!"

Lucan was also watching all of this. To be honest, the survival and resistance of Burns and his team had exceeded his original plan. Burns had already given enough for the Dynasty. Lucan intended to do his best to let them live. Even if he couldn't rescue them from Commorragh for the time being, it didn't matter.

If the plot of the Rogue Trader game was true, then Commorragh was not a place where it was completely impossible to survive. In the lower levels of Commorragh, in the deep pits and forgotten places, there were still many humans and other xenos living a precarious existence. Commorragh was simply too large, so large that even the Dark Eldar did not know its true extent, nor could they know every ruin below. It was very similar to the underhive of a hive city.

As long as Burns and the others could reach there, they could survive. With the existence of the SCV, they could even help arm the others hiding in the lower levels. Not just humans, but many other xenos as well. When this force was armed and united, when the time was right, they could launch an attack from a place the Dark Eldar would never expect, in concert with the Zerg who had turned against their masters.

As Burns led the team forward out of the prison area, the xenos in the different cells also discovered the human team. They reached out their hands and begged in languages humans could not understand to be rescued as well.

"Open these cells! Let these xenos out! One more person is one more bit of strength! They can also draw the attention of the Dark Eldar for us!"

Burns, now sitting in the cockpit of the SCV, once again controlled the industrial clamp to open the cages. Various ferocious-looking xenos began to walk out of their cells. Among them were even a few T'au Fire Warriors.

Just as Gaspar had said, those imprisoned here were all beings with decent combat capabilities. And many of the xenos among them had low intelligence. Without even needing Burns's encouragement, they had already begun to charge out of the prison area like wild beasts, seeking out the Dark Eldar who had tormented them. These xenos were exceptionally brutal and extremely vengeful.

Their bodies were their weapons. In a short time, the sound of battle came from outside.

When Burns led his team outside, he saw a Dark Eldar being continuously torn apart and stuffed into the mouth of a troll-like xenos. It was clear he wasn't going to live.

The sound of battle here was also attracting more guards. When they thought all they had to face were some unarmed slaves, what greeted them was a group of burly men in combat suits.

Spike rounds from the C-14s easily tore through the thin armor of the Dark Eldar. And those without combat suits fought with crude weapons. The Dark Eldar were also carbon-based lifeforms; two solid whacks to the head with an iron rod, and they would die just the same.

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