"Corax, does living like this feel more human? Before I came, everyone in The Saviour Camp was like a walking corpse," Swain said to the Primarch beside him, watching his companions cheer.
"Yes, only at this moment can I truly feel their heartfelt yearning and hope for freedom. Although everyone's lives had greatly improved before, I could feel their inner apprehension; they were afraid, afraid that the days that had just found a direction would suddenly revert to their original state. Now, that fear has completely dissipated," Corax said, also looking at his cheering brothers and sisters.
"So, Swain, The Saviors still need your leadership in the future," Corax said.
"Let's work together. The power of an individual is limited; only by gathering the strength of the collective can we maximize the improvement of the current situation."
"Nekser, take your people and join the celebration. You all have worked hard these past years. Tonight, the camp's vigilance will be left to me and Corax," Swain said.
"Swain, let the brothers and sisters enjoy the light. Shadow Assassin is destined to be your hidden sharp blade," Nekser said firmly, a fleeting look of envy in his eyes as he watched Arendi, Medan, and the Neff brothers on the city wall. As the earliest established unit, Shadow Assassin's mode of operation had long been set; too much exposure was not conducive to their future actions.
"Go. Even those who walk in darkness occasionally need to bathe in the sun. This is my order," Swain ordered Nekser and the other Shadow Assassin members very seriously.
"Yes, Swain," Nekser gave Swain a deep bow, then led his unit into the darkness. Tonight, there would be no Shadow Assassin; there would only be ordinary members of The Saviour Camp. When the sun rose again, a brand new Shadow Assassin would become even more deadly!
"Corax, the goal of changing the material exchange ratio has been achieved. What are your plans next?" Swain asked, looking at Corax, who was sitting with him on the highest roof of the camp. Although the miners had caught the Tower off guard this time by uniting, there was no doubt that Agamemnus would not let it go. The two sides had merely made a compromise in the face of their respective interests. And class struggle is often extremely cruel, with all advantages undoubtedly on the side of the Tower.
"I plan to merge the smaller camps into the larger ones nearby. These small camps have too little ability to resist risks. Although they have a lot of passion, in the face of reality, that courage is useless," Corax said, expressing his well-thought-out plan.
"Consolidate? That's good. Ideally, there should only be one or two large camps in each area. This will greatly improve their ability to withstand risks, and the overseers wouldn't dare to be too lenient with the Tower's subsequent targeting," Swain strongly agreed with Corax's idea.
"The rest of the matter is to train the non-productive miners from other camps into a real army. One year is enough," Corax revealed a confident smile.
"Yes, one year is indeed enough," Swain looked up at the dome of Lycaeus, his gaze seemingly penetrating the dome's obstruction and casting towards the vast galaxy, where the true cradle of power lay.
The miners' celebration slowly drew to a close with a hearty meal. While called a hearty meal, it simply meant everyone received an extra ration and a small piece of dried meat. Miners, who had long been accustomed to hunger, clearly understood the preciousness of food, and given the scarcity of resources on Lycaeus, such a reward was already quite good.
As dusk rose again, the miners' lives returned to their normal rhythm, and Corax also left The Saviour Camp with the first rays of morning sunlight. He needed to check on the casualties in other camps and propose the merger of camps to other leaders.
Although The Saviour Camp achieved a great victory, neither Corax nor Swain were very clear about the losses in other camps. To prevent communication between miners, each communicator provided by the Tower had a fixed range of activity and limited numbers; a host could only be paired with a few communication devices, and contact was impossible if outside the 10-kilometer radius of the host's signal. Communication between miners in different camps could only rely on human messengers.
The communication devices that Corax had conceived would take some time to be manufactured and would then be distributed to different camps. Once the communication problem was solved, many things would become much easier.
"Communication is a big problem," Swain said, his brows furrowed even deeper as he looked at the communicators produced by the workshop.
"Swain, haven't the communicators already been made? Is there a safety hazard?" Medan, a burly man beside him, asked with a puzzled expression. Since being saved by Corax's psychic power, Medan's physique had become increasingly exaggerated. Swain sometimes wondered if Medan had Ogryn blood.
"The communicators are not only fine, but they are very good. That's not the problem I'm talking about," Swain said. What he was concerned about was naturally not Lycaeus's communication problem, but the problem of inter-stellar communication that had plagued the Imperium of Man for tens of thousands of years in the future.
The Imperium of Man's scientific technology had become fragmented after the Iron Men rebellion, and the ability for inter-stellar communication had long been lost. The Imperium of Man's long-distance transmissions relied on psychic power for contact, but psychic power meant that all important communications of the Imperium of Man had to pass through the Warp, soaking in a cesspit before reaching their respective targets. This meant that most of the Imperium of Man's intelligence was transparent to Chaos, and the Imperium of Man knew very little about what happened in the Warp. This was extremely fatal for a vast race.
"Swain, I'm a simple man, I don't understand your perspective, but I think, who cares? We'll always find a way to solve it then," Medan said, patting his chest. For Medan, if the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up. His tall ones were his boss and Corax, who had saved his life. Anyway, these two Bosses were omnipotent, and not being able to solve it now didn't mean they couldn't solve it in the future.
"It was I who was too attached to appearances," Swain laughed. Indeed, if the Imperium of Man's sky fell, the Emperor would hold it up. Why should he worry about it?
Medan, beside him, also laughed when he heard his boss using such profound terms again. He didn't understand, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel the meaning conveyed by Swain's tone.