Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C188

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Chapter 188:

The campaign had cost nearly 600 supply worth of units. And that was just against the army stationed on a single planet. After one brutal battle, Tang Fang’d lost almost a fifth of his total supply worth of units. The Empire had thousands of planets like and countless fleets patrolling the stars. To think that his current forces could stand against such an empire was laughable.

Tang Fang felt the weight of the situation pressing down on his chest. If he wanted to build strength enough to rival the Empire, his immediate priority—after rescuing Tang Lin and Tang Yun—was clear: unlock higher-tier technology as quickly as possible.

, Science Vessels. , Carriers, Tempests, and Motherships. , Mutalisks, Corruptors, even the monstrous . Only by fielding Tier 3 units—and perhaps surpassing them—could he hope to compete with the powers that dominated this galaxy.

He glanced at the resource readout in the upper right corner of his HUD: 167,855 minerals, 10,115 gas. The recent deployment of fully maxed-out units from all three races had burned through nearly 130,000 minerals. Yet, instead of dwindling, the mineral count had skyrocketed—from around 50,000 at the start to a staggering 167,855. A quick mental calculation told him this battle alone had netted close to 250,000 minerals. Translated into human lives? At least 50,000 dead. Add those whose remains were left uncollected, and the death toll climbed closer to 70 or 80,000.

According to reports relayed by the Queen overseeing the defensive base, rebel casualties amounted to half their forces, with nearly 5,000 killed outright. Government forces suffered far worse—a grim estimate placed their losses at over 70,000. Though less than a third of the total 200,000 combatants involved, for Tang Fang, the numbers still weighed heavily, suffocatingly so.

Even armed with Tang Yan’s memories, these 80,000 deaths paled compared to fleet engagements where losses could easily reach ten times that figure. But Tang Fang wasn’t some detached observer; he hailed from a peaceful society, one built on harmony and restraint. Such staggering mortality rates left him reeling, grappling with disbelief and confusion.

“Hey, Tang Fang! Over here!” Grant’s voice broke through his thoughts. Looking down, Tang Fang realized he’d already reached the edge of the base.

With a gesture, he ordered the Overseer to descend lower before leaping off its back and joining Grant on the ground. It wasn’t until he saw the battered but jubilant faces of the rebel soldiers—their expressions a mix of relief and exhaustion—that Tang Fang managed to push aside his darker musings. He embraced both Grant and Walton tightly.

“You saved us again,” Grant said, his tone equal parts gratitude and exasperation. “I don’t know how we’ll ever repay you.”

By now, other frontline fighters had gathered around, each looking at him with heartfelt appreciation. Among them were familiar faces he'd shared drinks with, strangers he'd never met, young recruits barely out of adolescence, and grizzled veterans hardened by years of war.

In nearby trenches, medics clustered wounded soldiers around the Queens, watching in awe as they used to heal injuries. Nearby, some bold souls fed canned beef to zerglings, while others tossed beers to zealots who had helped mop up stragglers during the fight. One bottle landed awkwardly, sliced cleanly in half by a high-frequency psi blade.

Tang Fang rubbed his temples, overwhelmed. What kind of madness was this? These people had guts—or maybe they were just insane.

Pushing past Grant, he pointed toward the Zerg and Protoss units. “Aren’t you afraid of them? Don’t you have questions?”

Grant blinked, then gestured toward the Zerg. “Aren’t those genetically modified bio-weapons?” He chuckled, pointing next at the zealots. “And you… no wonder you’ve got such advanced tech. I didn’t expect you’d be commanding actual . Damn, live Epsilons! That’s rarer than dinosaur fossils. Just imagine the uproar when word gets out among humans. Biologists will lose their minds.”

Genetically modified bio-weapons? Epsilons? Tang Fang froze, momentarily stunned. Here he’d been worrying about how to explain the origins of the Zerg and Protoss units, only for everyone to jump to their own conclusions. The absurdity of it all made him want to laugh and cry simultaneously.

Fine. Why not let sleeping dogs lie? Tang Fang clapped Grant on the shoulder. “You’re damn smart, you know that?”

“Huh?” Grant raised an eyebrow. “So I guessed wrong?”

“Nope. Spot on.” Tang Fang cut him off before he could dig deeper. “That’s why I call you brilliant.” Without further discussion, he recalled the zerglings, zealots, marines, and other units into system space, then turned to head back toward the base.

Halfway there, Marion appeared alongside Virginia, Claire, and others, emerging from the ruins. Before Tang Fang could react, Marion pulled him into a crushing bear hug. Even through his powered armor, Tang Fang felt the pressure—but mercifully, this time there was no lingering stench of alcohol.

“Damn it,” Marion muttered, shaking his head. “This time, I really owe you my life.”

“Not happy about it?” Tang Fang teased. “Feel free to chase after the deserters. Next time, I promise I won’t interfere.”

Marion shot him a wry smile. “Kid, your mouth never takes a break, does it?”

Virginia rolled her eyes. “Enough bickering, you two. We’ve got cleanup work to do. Save the squabbling for later.”

“I’m old enough to be his grandfather,” Marion huffed, stroking his beard indignantly.

“Where’s Gabrilles?” Arroz interrupted sharply.

Everyone paused. Marion tilted his head, studying Arroz. “Why? Do you need something from him?”

Arroz nodded, his eyes glinting coldly. “Take me to him.”

Marion hesitated, glancing between Arroz and Tang Fang. Finally, he sighed. “Alright, I’ll take you.” Turning abruptly, he led them deeper into the base.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the missile silo’s lower levels. As the elevator doors slid open, two armed guards stepped forward, weapons raised. “Stop right there.”

“I’m here to see Gabrilles,” Marion said flatly.

“You can enter,” one guard replied curtly, eyeing Arroz and Tang Fang with disdain. “But they stay out.”

“They’re with me,” Marion countered, his face darkening. No matter how mild-mannered someone might be, being publicly humiliated—even by subordinates—wasn’t something anyone took lightly, especially not a leader like Marion.

“They may be your friends, but they aren’t ours,” the older guard sneered. “If they want in, strip off your armor and surrender your weapons.”

Arroz moved without hesitation. In a flash, he slammed into the younger guard, sending him sprawling. With fluid precision, he swung his upward, firing a single shot that obliterated the older guard’s skull. Swiveling, he aimed at the younger man, whose arrogant demeanor had evaporated, replaced by sheer terror. The trigger clicked, and a bullet buried itself in the guard’s forehead, spraying blood across the wall.

“Let’s go,” Arroz said calmly, his expression unchanged. Unlike the haughty arrogance of imperial nobles, this was the ingrained superiority of someone raised in a democratic state. He’d encountered plenty like them—and knew they only found humility in the face of death.

Marion nodded grimly and pressed onward. Two more groups of guards appeared along the way, all swiftly dispatched by Arroz. Soon, they reached the innermost room. Marion rang the doorbell. After a long pause, a voice laced with fury emanated from within: “Marion, how dare you harm my men? Have you lost your mind?”

“Gabrilles,” Marion growled, his beard quivering with rage. “Did you ever think this day would come when you locked me up? If not for your mistakes, tens of thousands of our comrades wouldn’t have died!”

“Admitting fault doesn’t change the facts,” Gabrilles spat back. “You’re nothing but a pawn—a dog—to the . Without our support, you’d already be dead. Who are you to question me? To accuse your master?”

“Gabrilles,” Marion enunciated slowly, every syllable dripping with venom. “Open the door. Let’s talk.”

Tang Fang stepped forward, staring at the smirking middle-aged man displayed on the monitor. “I hear you’ve taken an interest in me. Well, here I am.”

Gabrilles ignored him entirely, continuing to mock Marion. “Have you gone mad, choosing some wet-behind-the-ears kid over the Federation’s aid? Are you senile, old man?”

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