Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

Sub-Hive 1 of Urth

At the peak of Sub-Hive 1, Overseer Orchi Cotton grappled with mounting despair. Rebel activity had grown increasingly rampant, threatening even the uppermost levels.

Adding to the crisis, famine plagued the sub-hive.

Every day, countless citizens succumbed to starvation.

As a loyal steward of the gubernatorial family, Orchi bore the heavy weight of responsibility for the sub-hive's fate.

This vital charge had been entrusted to him by the Governor.

Should the hive fall, even survival would not spare him from judgment.

Orchi found himself powerless to reverse the tide.

The sub-hive's armed forces were crumbling under the rebels' relentless assaults, and dwindling food supplies left even these forces barely operational.

The warp storms made cross-regional communication nearly impossible.

Repeated attempts to contact the central hive yielded no response. The one time he succeeded, the message was clear: hold out. Reinforcements were not coming.

No further messages followed, leaving Orchi to feel utterly abandoned.

Now, the rebels had begun attacking the upper gates, signaling the hive's imminent collapse.

The Defense Corps' captain rushed in to report:

"Overseer, the rebels are attacking again! The upper gates won't hold much longer… we need reinforcements!"

"I understand. Tell the soldiers to hold out a little longer. Reinforcements from the central hive are on their way and will arrive soon!"

Orchi delivered the words with unwavering calm, as though the outcome were assured.

Once alone, his exhaustion became evident.

He had been lying to the soldiers to buy time. But now, the charade had run its course.

Desperate, Orchi approached the communications terminal for one final attempt to contact the central hive.

Static filled the channel.

His last hope extinguished, Orchi turned to a hidden chamber, where he donned long-stored battle armor and armed himself with an ornate laspistol.

There was only one option left: to die fighting.

Fleeing was never an option, nor was it in his nature.

To return to the spire would mean severe punishment, bringing disgrace to the Cotton family.

As Orchi prepared to face his fate, the comms terminal suddenly came alive.

A message from the spire—a direct transmission from the Governor's residence.

Nearly frantic, Orchi rushed to answer.

"Governor, this is Orchi Cotton, Overseer of Sub-Hive 1!"

The calm and reassuring voice of Eden Grant greeted him:

"Orchi, you and the soldiers of Sub-Hive 1 have endured much hardship…"

Hearing the Governor's words of compassion, tears streamed down Orchi's face.

They hadn't been forgotten.

Reinforcements had arrived.

Eden informed Orchi that forces from the spire had reached the gates and were ready to assist. Food convoys were also en route to alleviate the famine.

Following the central hive's liberation, Eden had ordered immediate deployments of reinforcements and supplies.

These included Heavy Armored Genestealers, elite guards, and defense forces, divided into three groups to reinforce the sub-hives.

Overwhelmed with relief, Orchi expressed his deepest gratitude and loyalty before carefully ending the communication.

Moments later, a report arrived: a large assault ship from the spire had landed at the docking bay.

The arrival of the Governor's elite guards signified his direct authority.

Donning ceremonial robes, Orchi led his subordinates to welcome the reinforcements.

As the assault ship's ramp lowered, murmurs of shock rippled through the crowd.

From the shadows emerged a massive, heavily armed alien beast. Its eyes glowed coldly, and faint embers flared from its nostrils.

"Stand down! Show respect!" Orchi commanded, halting the panicked guards.

The beast bore the Imperial Aquila and the golden lion insignia of the Grant family, marking it as the Governor's own.

A guard captain stepped forward to explain:

"Apologies if the creatures startled you. Fear not—they are loyal to the Governor and will not harm you."

The reinforcements included elite guards and several Heavy Armored Genestealers. Their presence ensured the security of the upper levels and showcased the might of the Governor's forces.

Orchi announced the good news to the defense forces and sub-hive officials, reigniting hope among the citizens.

Under the reinforcements' command, the upper-tier soldiers quickly routed the rebels.

To consolidate control, Eden ordered drones equipped with loudspeakers to broadcast his message across the sub-hive:

"Citizens of Sub-Hive 1, I am your Governor, Eden Grant…"

Eden's message promised an end to suffering and offered amnesty to rebels who surrendered and pledged loyalty, along with food and work.

However, he issued a stern ultimatum:

The rebels had until sunrise to disarm.

After that, anyone still bearing arms would be deemed a traitor and executed.

By dawn, most rebels surrendered.

Yet, a defiant few refused to yield.

At sunrise, the gates opened, and tens of thousands of armed Genestealers entered the sub-hive.

The slaughter was swift and brutal.

The remaining rebels, unwilling to surrender, were torn apart. Even latecomers attempting to surrender were shown no mercy—the Governor rejected their loyalty.

The Genestealers also purged the sub-hive of mutants and chaos cultists, removing hidden threats.

Governor's Residence, Spire District

In his office, Eden worked on a new citizenship hierarchy for his subjects.

Soon, reports arrived confirming the successful liberation of all three sub-hives.

With the enemy eradicated, Urth was finally free.

Eden could now proceed with his grand plans for the planet's future.

(End of Chapter)

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