Idealism

One day earlier.

Planetary Defense Force command center.

The bearded supreme commander Valtov stood with his adjutant around the planetary holographic map. The dense red dots showed that the situation on the planet was far from optimistic.

"We need reinforcements," Valtov said calmly. "The Orks and the Tyranids do not even need to decide a victor. The aftermath of their war alone will be enough to destroy us."

"But we will not receive reinforcements. The invasion Macragge is suffering is the most severe one, even worse than the Tyranid War three hundred years ago..."

"The Emperor..." Valtov shook his head. He had already fallen into despair, but his duty would not allow him to lay down his burden so easily.

"General!" A delighted cry came from one of the communications officers in the command room. "We have successfully connected with an Imperium force! They are requesting to speak with you!"

"Good! Put them through!" Hope flared in Valtov's eyes. Whether the people of this planet could survive depended entirely on this reinforcement fleet.

"This is the Idealist Fleet. I am Anjeflod, the fleet's supreme commander."

"Hello..." Valtov wanted to explain the situation to Anjeflod, but the fleet commander clearly had no intention of wasting time. He waved a hand, signaling Valtov to be quiet.

"From this point onward, command of the planet is transferred to me. You have the right to report this to the Departmento Munitorum and the Ultramar Sector Government, but under such urgent circumstances, you have no right to refuse. That is all. I will dispatch the first wave of troops to take control. Clear a sufficiently broad and level area to receive the reinforcements. For the Emperor."

The transmission ended. Valtov had received too much information all at once and did not react for a moment.