Time: M42.012 Location: Oclumara Sector · Strike Cruiser Righteous Fury Perspective: Ultramarine · Lieutenant Titus

  ■ Strategic Center: Oclumara Sector Topography

  Inside the command room of the Strike Cruiser Righteous Fury, amber holographic light reflects on Titus's power armor. The air is filled with heavy combat readiness atmosphere besides the smell of coont.

  Titus stands before the strategic table, eyes quickly scanning several key intervention points in the Oclumara Sector. The Librarian Machine Spirit, based on existing chaotic signals, has marked four coordinates with strategic value:

  ? ● Node: Hestyr Orbital Station ? Estimated Initial Intervention Success Rate: 61.2% (High) ? Tactical Weight: Data Hub. Restarting this station can establish a regional data link, eliminating sector communication noise floor. It is the only fulcrum to stabilize the tactical border.

  ? ● Node: Castor VI ? Estimated Initial Intervention Success Rate: 32.8% (Low) ? Tactical Weight: Industrial Core. Orks have established rge-scale "Scrap Factories" here. Although enemy supply can be cut, forced nding without intelligence carries extreme risk.

  ? ● Node: Novamagnor Moon ? Estimated Initial Intervention Success Rate: 44.5% (Medium) ? Tactical Weight: Energy Anomaly Zone. Source of Archmagos Ocht's pulses. Necron energy signatures here are extremely high; intervention highly likely to trigger third-party armed conflict.

  ? ● Node: Ultramar Prime (Oclumara Prime?) ? Estimated Initial Intervention Success Rate: 18.4% (Extremely Low) ? Tactical Weight: Political and Symbolic Core. Sector administrative center. Currently directly impacted by fragments of the Ork Hulk Haggard Twin, reduced to ruins.

  Titus stares at these bels turning from green to red. Losing Hestyr means losing sight of the entire system. Without data navigation, this recmation operation will turn into a blind sughter.

  ■ Resource Verification: The 95% Reality

  "Sir." A Departmento Munitorum official walks into the command zone, footsteps sounding stiff on the metal deck. He presents a dossier with the Munitorum seal. "Regarding the resource quota for the Oclumara recmation operation... the final result has been handed down."

  Titus takes the datapad, gaze resting on the total resource settlement field.

  "95%."

  The logistics officer's voice is low. "The melta ammunition, orbital scanning instruments, and heavy weapon establishment for the Auxilia we requested... only 95% was satisfied. The Imperial reply is: current resource allocation has reached strategic cap; the rest must prioritize the Sol System Defense Sphere."

  Titus looks at that gap. For mortal officials, this 5% is just a depreciation on a table; but for a commander, this means in the most critical moment of the assault, the originally projected fire coverage will have a fatal vacuum period. This is the current state of the Imperium; resource exhaustion and rigid allocation are the norm.

  ■ Decision: Path Selection

  Titus offers no emotional comment on this incomplete supply list. His brain quickly adjusts the combat rhythm, substituting this 5% resource gap into the Hestyr assault model.

  "Since resources are limited, we cannot waste troops in meaningless attrition warfare." Titus's voice is calm and decisive. "The system recommendation of Hestyr is correct. If we cannot restart the data array, all subsequent advances are merely blind suicide."

  He reaches out, pressing heavily on the virtual image of Hestyr Station.

  "Command confirmed: First wave strike target set as Hestyr Orbital Station." Titus turns to his adjutant, voice ringing through the command room. "We will utilize existing resources for extreme speed breakthrough. The system estimated success rate is based on standard configuration; we will use tactical execution precision to compensate for that missing 5%. Only after data monitoring restarts do we qualify for the next step in Oclumara."

  ■ Embarking

  The airlocks of the Drop Pod bay open with dull pressure release sounds. Titus passes through the preparation bay, automated mechanical arms locking his jump pack magnetically for the final time. He looks at those brothers waiting in silence; everyone knows the resources for this war are stretched to the limit, and knows Oclumara has become a testing ground for xenos and Necrons.

  He steps into his Drop Pod, feeling the mechanical vibration from the impact mount.

  "For the Emperor."

  Titus's voice rings steadily in the helmet vox channel. This is not only an oath, but absolute obedience to the power structure. The hatch closes heavily with a hydraulic sound. With a low explosive sound, the Drop Pod detaches from the hull, turning into a faint streak of fire, falling toward that dark and chaotic Oclumara system in the distance.

  ......

  Titus moves a few steps, pace neither fast nor slow, every step nding on areas where function can no longer be distinguished.

  Here once carried flow, sound, and rhythm, but now only simple load-bearing remains.

  His gaze sweeps the distance; no towering structures, no vertical lines; everything that once tried to go "up" has been pulled back to the ground.

  This is what a battlefield looks like.