The aircraft formation entered the wasteland where the Vorian Storm raged.
The storm was so vast that it could be clearly seen even from beyond low orbit.
The moment the formation entered the atmosphere, every communications system and electronic device suffered interference. Even the cabin displays filled with static.
"A sea of blood red."
"There are vortices within it."
The Rune Priest Chapter Master's voice sounded in Genos's ear.
Of course, the man was not in the cabin. With the storm severely disrupting every other means of communication and all electronic equipment, only a powerful psyker could transmit messages through psychic power.
"Go easy on the psychic power, Brother Heimdall." Genos knew the Rune Priest Chapter Master was listening.
"Thank you for the reminder, Brother Genos. But I must observe how the enemy might exploit the Vorian Storm."
Space Marines from the allied Chapters also addressed men outside their own Chapter as battle-brothers.
This custom had endured since the Chapters held a joint memorial for the fallen after the Battle for the Navigation Tower—shared suffering, honor, and pride bound them together as closely as brothers.
"See how the fighting is going down on the wasteland," Genos said. "Brother Heimdall."
"Of course, Brother Genos."
"Thank you, Brother Heimdall."
"You're welcome, Brother Genos."
After surveying the area, Heimdall gave a verbal report of the situation on the ground.
Genos learned that the Planetary Defense Force, a small contingent of Adeptus Mechanicus Adepta Sororitas, the Titan Legions, and Astra Militarum armored forces committed to the war by Lion were fighting across the wasteland.
Their main enemy was not Chaos, but the Orks.
The only Space Marine forces present were the half of the Seventh Company previously deployed by the Fierce Angels, and the White Scars' Blitz Motorcycle Company.
The White Scars had already