Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 517 Unification Plan

"So you killed Butch even though you knew his powers came from the devil?" asked the mustache man.

"I killed Butch first, and then I realized his power came from the devil." Constance looked at Butch and said, "I'm so sorry, little Butch. I really didn't know you well at the time, and I thought you were a terrible person. I thought killing you was fine, and if you want revenge on me, I won't resist."

Butch just shook his head.

"When I found out about that, I thought about making a deal with him. I'd do him a favor and he'd let me go," Constance said. "But obviously, that deal fell through."

"So in the end you are doing this for yourself," someone else said.

"Yes, I am doing this for myself." Constance did not shy away from saying, "But, for my own freedom, I need to unite your forces, and in the process, you will also have the opportunity to gain freedom."

"Then what are you going to do?"

When asked this, Constance became interested. She clapped her hand on the map and said, "I actually have two plans. The first is to wait for the supply ship to arrive every month to deliver resources, eliminate some of the guards, and then disguise myself as a guard to sneak into the supply ship. From there, I can use this as a springboard to reach the planet's surface or other spaceships. Once I achieve this, with the chaotic management system of the Empire's spaceships and planets, they'll never be able to find me."

"This plan was actually what I considered at the beginning. It only required a few people to execute, but now that I've decided to bring you along, this plan is of course no longer feasible." Constance continued, "A few days ago, when I was put in solitary confinement, I was locked in the ship's former maintenance room. From there, I discovered that the ship's subspace engine is still there."

The subspace engine is the underlying structure of a spacecraft, so even if the Mackerel removes the cannons and Geller force field, the engine is still retained, because removing the engine is equivalent to dismantling the spacecraft.

"You're crazy!" The mustache man's eyes widened. "Even if the warp engine is still there, what's the use? We don't have the navigator and the Geller force field. What's the difference between performing a warp jump and committing suicide?"

"Please be patient, please be patient," Constance soothed. "I didn't say I was going to activate the warp engine. What I meant was that this ship still has the warp engine. As you said, this ship has the ability to self-destruct."

Then the mustache man suddenly became quiet.

"My second plan is to completely occupy this spaceship. I've observed that the number of guards on this spaceship is far smaller than ours. It's entirely possible that we can control the entire spaceship before reinforcements arrive."

"This ship has no artillery, and even if it did, it would be no match for the warship." Someone else spoke up: "Your plan is meaningless."

"Stupid!" Constance glared at the man with disdain. "To win with a small advantage, the weaker side doesn't necessarily need to completely wipe out the stronger side. As long as they know that continuing the fight will not be worth the loss, then they will have bargaining chips."

"Everyone, myself included, are precious cargo. They've spent decades collecting those of us who have undergone genetic sequencing, so we are by no means cargo they can casually discard. They absolutely do not want to waste their decades of effort," Constance said. "At the same time, I also know that many people disagree with my ideas and plans. I won't force them to join me in pursuing freedom, but when the time comes, these people and the crew on board will be our hostages. We'll use them as bargaining chips to exchange for a small ship capable of subspace navigation, and then leave here."

"I heard that the one controlling us is a Rogue Trader family. Rogue Traders prioritize profit above all else. They should agree to either start all over again or keep some of our achievements," Constance said. "Furthermore, if the situation truly gets out of hand, you can hand me over, since I orchestrated all of this. You might even be forgiven that way. Obviously, this plan carries risks, and they're not small, but in pursuit of freedom, we must face these risks."

Then Constance leaned back, spread her hands, and said, "I have finished explaining my plan. Now it's your turn to express your opinions, whether to participate or withdraw, or if you have any additions to my plan."

"Why are you doing this?" someone asked.

"I think I've made it clear. For freedom and dignity, I'd rather die for both," Constance replied. "So, no matter how great the risk, even if I'm alone, I'll try."

"That's a nice thing to say." The mustache sneered, "Then why didn't I see you resist when you were still on the transport ship before you came here?"

"The number of guards on the transport ship at the time was dozens to one times ours. And they spent most of their time navigating the warp," Constance said. "And how do you know I didn't resist? I was planning to escape when I was attacked by space pirates, but those pirates killed everyone they saw. If they had shown some sense, I would have joined them."

"You said that if the situation gets out of control you will take the initiative to take responsibility for everything. Why should we believe that you will keep your promise and not start the subspace engine and drag us down with you?" Someone else questioned.

"If the situation gets worse, you can control me and keep me away from the start switch of the subspace engine. Then you can decide whether to hand me over or start the engine and end it all." Constance said indifferently: "I am a very selfish person. To be honest with you, if I can sacrifice you for my own freedom, I will not hesitate. However, if you want to sacrifice me to ensure your own safety, I will not complain. Now I need you to gain my freedom, and I will definitely not abandon or betray you."

No one asked questions or raised any doubts, and the room fell into silence.

Constance's plan was rough and lacked details. When it was actually implemented, there would definitely be many problems and it would require continuous improvisation. There was no telling how successful it would be.

However, the success rate of this plan does exist. Although no one can calculate the specific probability, it does exist. It may be very high or very low.

Finally, the mustache stood up:

"I can't risk the lives of my brothers. Some of them just want to live this stable life for a while longer. I'm quitting."

Constance didn't stop him, but simply said, "You don't have to participate, but don't leak anything about what happened today. There are some of my people I've been hiding. If you leak the secrets, even if I'm eliminated, maybe one day in the future, someone will slit your throat in your sleep."

But the man with the mustache just snorted coldly. He didn't pay much attention to Constance's threat, walked straight to the door, and planned to open it and go out.

However, the moment the door was opened, the man with a mustache was stunned.

Because at some point, a well-behaved girl with a falcon standing on her shoulder appeared outside the door.