"We will assist in defending your Divine Machines."
A communication image appeared on the bridge, displaying the faces of an Eldar man and a young Eldar inside a heavy knight helmet.
Most people on the bridge could not identify them both.
Guilliman had met the man piloting the Eldar Titan before. He remembered that fellow was called Sal, someone with considerable ties to the Tyran Sector.
During the Plague War, he had fought in an Eldar Wraithknight. Combined with his distinctively miserable-looking face, he was easy enough to recognize.
As for the armored Eldar, no one present besides Qin Mo recognized him.
"Tukalon, is that you?" Qin Mo's memories drifted back many years.
During the final stage of the Battle of Commorragh, in the operation to send Commorragh's core into the cosmic explosion, Qin Mo and Usulan, a Harlequins seer, had been transported by Commorragh's defensive mechanisms to an unknown savage world.
That savage world was called Pandora, and it was home to some Savage Eldar.
When the peaceful lives on that planet were shattered by news brought by survivors from Aisha's Prayer Ark World, the Savage Eldar had to face the threat of the Tyranids.
After determining that this people deserved to survive, Qin Mo had lent them a hand and helped Pandora weather the crisis.
And the armored Eldar Dragon Knight, who rode a Megalodon comparable to a Castellan-class Knight, was the young leader named Tukalon.
"I salute you." Tukalon offered an Eldar salute.
Lion stepped before the image and said to the two of them, "Since you're here to provide support, I won't seize your command. Let the Harlequins command you. After all, you're of the same kind."
"We accept the command only of the noble." Sal glanced at Lion, then turned his gaze back to Qin