The Ark Fringe Cluster had no official designation, only Shadow of Order's internal designation as World 11-11-57. It was the fifty-seventh world discovered by the 11th Chapter.
Third Company Captain Kirkland wore a hooded black robe as he walked through the swamp.
Before landing, he had checked the Auger Matrix scan report on his Data Slate and knew that seventy-four percent of this world's surface was covered in swampland, with life signs scattered across the region.
A key piece of information from the data issued by the Black Emperor flashed through Chambers's mind: the many worlds of six star systems were connected to one another by trade corridors.
If I want to carry out my lord's command, I must start with trade.
As he pondered, Leman's Ear twitched slightly, and he followed the rumbling sound forward.
The roar of machinery gradually grew clearer, and Chambers stopped.
He stood and watched as the mechanical arms extended by two machines swung circular saws, buzzing as they cut open the outer layers of the gray-white trees.
Then, one mechanical tube after another extended from a fire engine-shaped tanker and struck the gray-white trees.
Chambers's eyes narrowed as he stared at the long, slender white hoses being filled.
What they're collecting isn't timber, but sap.
Chambers silently retreated a kilometer and came before a great tree that would have taken three Astartes to encircle, then raised his right hand.
Bang!
His huge hand dug into the trunk, and amid a burst of cracking, splinters sprayed down.
A chill touched Chambers's fingertips, and when he pulled his arm out, he brought gray droplets with it.
He stared at the gray liquid that had splashed onto the ground and was flowing out, shrouding the surroundings in a thin layer of mist.
"Natural coolant?"
Chambers gazed at