Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

As the Warp portal's tremors subsided, the silver-white warship fully emerged, floating quietly near the spaceport as if it had always been there.

Seeing this unparalleled, never-before-seen vessel, the crowd finally reacted.

Cheers erupted, and some even knelt in prayer.

A divine miracle!

"Praise the Omnissiah! This truly is a warship from the Golden Age. Oh, what magnificent machinery!"

Kaul stared at the warship with a mix of awe and obsession.

In near disbelief, he almost shouted:

"How on Terra did you manage this?

Whether it was locating the ship or pulling it out of the Warp, both require an immensely high level of technological expertise! With Urth's limited resources, such a feat should be impossible!"

Damn!

Eden was startled by Kaul's outburst.

From the tech-priest's perspective, was he implying that, with the right resources, Kaul could also dive into the Warp to fish out a warship?

Classic Kaul—always the overachiever.

However, as a leader, Eden couldn't show uncertainty before his subordinates.

Maintaining a calm demeanor, he gazed at the warship and casually replied:

"It wasn't difficult, just a stroke of good luck. You could consider it a gift from the Omnissiah."

Without addressing Kaul further, Eden turned and left:

"This ship is yours now. Give me a full assessment and restoration report later…"

Eden trusted Kaul to handle everything efficiently. After all, nothing seemed to stump the tech-priest so far.

Watching Eden walk away, Kaul's eyes revealed a hint of respect.

This man truly can't be underestimated.

Beyond his generosity with funding, he clearly harbored numerous hidden strengths.

Quickly, Kaul's focus shifted back to the warship.

He boarded an anti-gravity platform and barked orders at the workers:

"You idiots, be careful! Don't scratch her!"

After an entire day of labor, the spaceport crew successfully towed the ship into the dock.

Kaul wasted no time leading his team onboard to begin a comprehensive evaluation and study of the warship.

The Dream would remain in the dock for a long time, undergoing extensive repairs and modifications.

Eden returned to his quarters and reclined on his chair.

With the matter temporarily resolved, he could finally relax.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he slapped his thigh in regret:

"If I'd known it'd work this well, I should've prayed for something like the Emperor's Dream or Mount Formation!

Oh well, it's not a total loss."

While not as massive as those legendary warships, this vessel was still a battleship-class.

Its core systems were incredibly advanced.

Once fully armed, its combat power wouldn't fall far behind those titans.

Now, what should he name this ship?

The Invincible Little Sun?

Eden mulled over it, knowing he wasn't great at naming things.

Eventually, he created a group chat on the Spirit Network and consulted with his top advisors.

After tossing around several suggestions, inspiration struck:

"Dream! Let's call her the Dream!"

One Month Later

At the spire estate, in the Governor's office, Eden received the Dream's assessment and restoration report.

The Dream was 8 kilometers long and approximately 4 kilometers wide. Most of its weapons had been destroyed.

However, the remaining wreckage contained valuable materials for studying and analyzing advanced technologies.

The ship's colossal and ancient plasma engine was far more advanced than anything in the Empire's current arsenal.

Its unique and extraordinary materials allowed the plasma to burn hotter, generating an endless supply of energy.

That engine alone could power an orbital fortress the size of a small moon, yet it was mounted on this warship.

The level of technology from that era was unimaginable.

With such an engine, the Dream could support any compatible equipment and weapons without energy limitations.

The shield systems were equally astonishing.

Equipped with a Geller Field, it could almost perfectly negate the effects of the Warp and withstand even severe Warp storms.

Additionally, it featured stasis fields and void shields to counter physical and energy-based weapons.

The stasis fields covered a 5-kilometer radius around the ship, effectively neutralizing torpedoes, missiles, and even ramming attacks from smaller ships.

The void shield system was even more extravagant—layered with a five-tiered array of shields capable of rapid regeneration.

Even stationary, the ship would be nearly impervious to damage from standard warships.

However, these systems consumed massive amounts of energy, turning them into voracious power sinks.

A standard Imperial battleship outfitted with these shields would immediately deplete its energy reserves.

For the Dream, the shield system's energy consumption barely made a dent in its reserves.

The Dream's original weapons were beyond repair, requiring new armaments to be installed.

Thankfully, Eden had salvaged numerous Golden Age ship weapons earlier, making them readily available.

Unrestricted by energy constraints, they could equip the ship with as many weapons as needed.

The main cannon was the Holy Nova Cannon, a weapon as large as a small ship.

Caliber is justice!

The Nova Cannon could fire highly compressed plasma macro-shells with devastating power, though its energy demands were enormous.

For the Dream, this wasn't an issue.

The secondary weapon systems consisted of Starfire Spear arrays spread across the hull.

These emitted massive beams of concentrated light, sweeping through everything in their path.

Imagine a dance hall's spinning lights or Godzilla's plasma breath, but amplified in a 360-degree assault.

Other notable systems included:

Deflection Shield Arrays for clearing debris and asteroids.

Invasion Bridges for precision bombardment of planetary targets.

Deep Space Multi-Frequency Scanners for reconnaissance.

Enhanced Propulsion Boosters for superior mobility.

Graviton Flare Generators for disrupting enemy ships.

Heavenly Veil Cloaking Device for stealth operations.

Wide-Band Hymnal Projectors for broadcasting psalms.

Teleportation Chambers.

Reading through the thick stack of reports left Eden dizzy.

He couldn't understand most of the technical jargon but gleaned one important point:

The Dream was immensely powerful.

Since he wouldn't be piloting it himself, knowing the basics was enough.

Flipping to the last page, Eden approved the resource application form.

This officially marked the start of the Dream's restoration, a project expected to take over ten years.

When completed, the Dream would become one of the galaxy's most formidable warships.

With the Dream's matters handled, Eden visited Moss's laboratory to check the progress of genetic engineering research.

The results were grim.

Without access to genetic seeds or foundational genetic engineering data, progress had nearly stalled.

"At our current pace, perfecting this technology could take at least a century," Moss reported while reviewing his data slate.

A century?

By then, the galaxy would have moved on!

Fleet development and Space Marine creation needed to progress simultaneously.

In galactic warfare, even the most powerful fleets required elite ground forces to prevent infiltration or decapitation strikes.

Eden frowned as Moss expressed his helplessness. Genetic engineering was a closely guarded secret among factions, unlikely to be shared.

As he left the lab, Eden brooded over the dilemma. Where could he acquire genetic seeds? Robbing Space Marines was out of the question—too risky and too costly if exposed.

"Governor…"

As he exited the research institute, Carter hesitated behind him, as if debating whether to speak.

"What is it?"

Carter clenched his teeth and said:

"I believe you could share the Forbidden Laboratory's data with Sage Moss. It contains detailed genetic engineering technologies…"

The suggestion was bold.

The Forbidden Laboratory was the Grant family's most closely guarded secret, the birthplace of the Imperial Guards.

However, Carter couldn't ignore the Guards' declining relevance.

With the King's Court's growing influence, the Guards struggled to protect the Governor adequately.

After much deliberation, Carter had mustered the courage to propose this.

"The Forbidden Laboratory?"

Eden was baffled—he had no memory of such a facility.

Another issue caused by memory loss.

This made him wonder—had the Grant family secretly acquired genetic seeds?

(End of Chapter)

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