Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 313 - 314 – T’au Empire: Total War Against the Savior – Exterminate Them!

As the delegation ships of the T'au Empire lifted off and hastily departed, within the Savior's temporary residence, Eden received the latest document from the Department of Military Affairs.

They, along with the Weapons Research Institute, had analyzed the information and spoils sent back by Volradi's Third Fleet, discovering that the T'au Empire's bipedal war machines were extremely formidable—and, critically, showed great potential for human application.

"T'au Empire's infantry battlesuits?"

Eden glanced over it and immediately understood what the Department was talking about.

He had been somewhat coveting the T'au's battlesuit technology for a while, but wasn't sure if it could be adapted for human physiology. After all, the genetic and biological differences between species were often greater than those between humans and bananas—making adaptation extremely difficult and time-consuming.

At that point, it might have been more efficient to develop a whole new system from scratch.

In fact, humanity already had power armor designed for mortals: the feedback-powered armor suits.

However, these suits were prohibitively expensive and couldn't be mass-produced. They also lacked neural linkage systems, meaning their effectiveness largely depended on the wearer's individual physical strength—making them elite equipment reserved only for the best.

As such, for the millions of regular foot soldiers, they were practically useless.

Eden had once gritted his teeth and spent lavishly to equip some elite troops with powered armor—but it was pure financial bleeding.

Even if a mortal power-armored division was deployed, without exceptional personal prowess, they wouldn't withstand high-intensity warfare. Casualties would still be catastrophic.

In a few battles, the territory's economy would collapse on the spot.

It was better to equip everyone with light armor and a melta weapon—killing even one enemy was a win.

This was, after all, the way of the Death Korps of Krieg: little to no heavy equipment, but with suicidal bravery and melta weaponry, they could even bring down high-tier enemies through sheer attrition.

Of course, this was purely a matter of necessity.

From Eden's perspective, if the Death Korps could be equipped with proper neural-linked battlesuits and relevant gear, they would soar.

Thus, developing a mortal-grade battlesuit project remained a top priority.

Currently, his domain's mortal armor project was based on existing power armor technology, focusing on reducing costs and enabling neural linkage capabilities for regular humans.

Unfortunately, progress was slow.

Eden continued flipping through the document about the T'au battlesuits, pleasantly surprised.

The report showed that the average physique and nervous system strength of the T'au was significantly weaker than that of humans—explaining why they relied so heavily on drones and auxiliaries.

Yet, their various types of battlesuits granted them superior strength and firepower, easily capable of defeating human soldiers.

With sufficient numbers, T'au battlesuit teams could even engage Space Marines.

More importantly, the T'au Empire could manufacture large numbers of battlesuits with just a few star systems, proving that production costs were relatively low—certainly within the Savior's territory's capacity.

"Hiss—"

Eden sucked in a sharp breath.

"If those frail T'au can become so formidable with battlesuits, imagine our elite Storm Troopers equipped with them! They'd be unstoppable!"

At the end of the report, the Department of Military Affairs concluded:

If the Weapons Research Institute could develop human-adapted battlesuits based on T'au technology, it would greatly enhance the Storm Army's combat power.

Such a precious opportunity could not be missed!

"Looks like the Department is sharpening its knives already..."

Just as Eden closed the report, he found another stack of plans: operational schemes targeting the T'au Empire, along with redeployment orders for the Savior's fleets.

The excitement within the Department was palpable.

Originally, the Department had no real appetite for a major war with the T'au Empire despite their provocations—at most, they had planned to push them back and teach them a lesson.

Conquering a few alien worlds seemed like too much trouble for too little gain. Most T'au worlds were filled with xenos architecture and populations, meaning any conquered planets would need thorough cleansing—maybe even "glassing" the surface.

The cost of rebuilding afterward would be enormous.

Moreover, widespread slaughter would tarnish the Savior's radiant image.

But now—

The allure of T'au battlesuit technology had them itching to put a blade to the T'au's throat.

"Such good tech shouldn't be wasted on the T'au. We really should... borrow it."

Eden had no objection to the Department's plans to wage war against the T'au and seize their battlesuit tech.

After all, it was the T'au who first provoked the conflict.

If they retaliated righteously, pushed into enemy territory, demanded reparations, and confiscated their technology, there would be nothing wrong with it.

According to the plan, once the Savior's diplomatic mission returned with updated intelligence, they would formally launch the counteroffensive.

Besides, Eden suspected the T'au also harbored aggressive intentions toward his domain.

The extent of military commitment would depend on the results achieved by Volradi's Third Fleet.

Given the Savior's forces were stretched thin, they couldn't afford reckless deployment.

Eden skimmed through the detailed strategic files: ship formations, weapon loadouts for T'au warfare, advancement schedules—dense and exhausting.

After glancing through them, he shut them down.

Such brain work should be left to the Department of Military Affairs.

As Savior, his job was only to decide whether to fight and to authorize deployments.

He wasn't a regent like Kaes who had to personally micromanage every cannon shot!

Thinking of Kaes, Eden decided to help him once things calmed: sending specialists to streamline his front-line systems and ease his burdens to prevent an untimely death from overwork.

For now, he dared not meddle.

The frontline was too fragile—any tweak could collapse it.

Having noted this down, Eden packed away the dataslate and headed out.

He had a meeting to chair: summoning planetary leaders across the Charalton sector to a conference to boost their ideological commitment.

As for the T'au matter—let the Department of Military Affairs handle it.

They were far more professional than he was.

Only if the war against the T'au ended in disaster would Eden personally step forth—to stabilize morale, rally the people to fight to the death, and lead the army himself.

...

T'au Homeworld

Inside the grand banquet hall, the Savior's diplomatic mission continued interacting with their T'au hosts.

The overwhelming abundance of the Savior's domain left the T'au officials stunned—and turned their own earlier boasts into a joke.

After a brief, awkward silence, Creekwhisper switched topics to societal systems, describing the greatness and glory of the "Greater Good."

"Under the guidance of the Greater Good, each T'au caste fulfills its role, creating a splendid civilization..."

Creekwhisper spoke passionately, contrasting it with humanity's flawed systems and showing projections of the T'au Empire's supposed achievements.

However—

As Aleman and the others listened, they grew increasingly uneasy.

According to Creekwhisper's description, T'au society was rigidly caste-based:

The Earth Caste handled science and technology.

The Fire Caste served as warriors.

The Water Caste acted as merchants, administrators, and diplomats.

The Air Caste were pilots and navigators.

The Ethereals ruled over all, directing the other castes.

Everyone had a fixed role from birth, predetermined by caste.

Street cleaners would clean streets for life. Officers would remain officers. Marriages were arranged through strict genetic and bureaucratic assessments—no freedom to choose partners.

Any inter-caste marriage or hybridization with other species was a grave, unforgivable crime.

Thus, Ethereals forever remained at the top, enjoying the best resources, while the common masses lived repetitive, predetermined lives with little hope of change.

Worse yet, individual property barely existed; everything belonged to the collective.

Personal ambition was almost nonexistent—people were conditioned to accept their lot from birth.

In contrast, the Savior's domain, while also authoritarian, was dynamic and meritocratic.

There, individuals could rise through contributions and excellence. Everyone had a path forward.

Eden's system, reinforced by omnipresent AI networks and later expanded through mass education and gradual economic liberalization, had created a vibrant society.

In the Savior's territory, prosperity soared year after year.

In comparison, the T'au Empire was a dystopian nightmare disguised as a utopia.

Creekwhisper noticed Aleman's strange expressions.

"You don't find this society beautiful?" she asked, frowning.

"This is the most civilized and ideal society in the galaxy!"

Aleman didn't argue—doing so would be dangerous.

Instead, she calmly began explaining the Savior's societal achievements, showcasing the thriving cities, diverse educational paths, and upward mobility available to all.

The banquet hall grew silent.

"This can't be true... It's fake!" Creekwhisper thought desperately, yet she couldn't refute it.

Some T'au officials like Laiswen grew bitter—wishing the Savior had come to their world first.

But most T'au remained indifferent, thinking the Savior's domain too chaotic compared to their own "order."

The banquet ended in heavy silence.

Creekwhisper arranged for the Savior's mission to rest, though her heart was no longer at ease.

Both diplomats agreed:

"We must stop this war."

...

Elemental Council Hall

At the throne, the supreme Ethereal convened the council.

A full-scale war was ordered against the Savior.

Creekwhisper and Xiyu were crushed—they had submitted all the evidence, yet the Ethereals still chose war!

Creekwhisper courageously stood up:

"Supreme Ethereal, have you read the information we provided?"

The supreme Ethereal, his gaze deep and serene, answered:

"I have. The Savior's civilization is excellent—and that is precisely why we must destroy it."

The council had concluded: the Savior's ideals were too dangerous, threatening the very existence of the Greater Good.

Thus, no matter the cost, they would wage war to annihilate the Savior's civilization.

Even when Xiyu broke down and shouted about the Savior's terrifying power, it made no difference.

The Ethereal simply projected distorted footage—showing a primitive, barbaric version of the Savior's domain, where crude war machines lumbered about.

The council, deceived, roared in unison:

"For the Greater Good—exterminate the Savior!"

Creekwhisper realized in horror—the real images had been tampered with!

She tried to warn them, but it was too late.

Xiyu cried out:

"Those are fake! The real Savior's forces are even more terrifying!"

But no one listened.

The two diplomats were arrested, labeled as dangerous heretics awaiting re-education.

The Savior's diplomatic mission was also deliberately delayed to prevent them from leaking information.

Meanwhile—

In a remote sector of space, wreckage from T'au warships floated in burning debris fields.

And lurking in the void...

Was the colossal, shadowy form of a monstrous ship...

(There may be some mistakes on names... but who cares dead Tau's names...)

(End of Chapter)

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