Miscellaneous Matters at the Space Station (1)

"This is unfair!"

Facing the roar of an Astartes head-on was terrifying, especially for a mortal.

However, the Departmento Munitorum official Heralul had long since grown used to it. He sighed, patted his ear to get the modified organ inside working again, and then spoke listlessly.

"Chapter Master Vino, the Sons of Aular have already received three hundred sets of standard-specification weapons to go with the Walking Titans. Weapons such as the new-pattern bolters will be delivered to your station immediately after manufacture is complete."

Heralul paused, then continued, "So I don't understand where, exactly, the unfairness lies. The accusation you're making is rather serious. We have been extremely strict about internal corruption lately. By The Emperor, please don't slander me."

"Then why were the Nova Warriors able to receive five hundred sets?!"

Vino Tekrios glared at the official, who was extremely slight by his standards. Though roaring was indeed somewhat impolite, broadly speaking, the current situation was still within the normal inquiry process.

The guards standing at the door showed no reaction at all. Over the past few days, they had long since gotten used to it. According to the statistics of some busybody, two out of three Chapter Masters would roar over equipment matters, while the remaining one had something wrong with his throat.

When it came to a critical issue like equipment, no Astartes could remain calm.

"Because four hundred and seventy-five of them came, Chapter Master Vino. Issuing five hundred sets was somewhat against regulations, but you should be communicating with our logistics department about that matter, not coming to me. After all, that decision was not made by me."

"Your logistics department told me to come to you!"

"Ah, then that was an error in their work—very well, Chapter Master Vino, do you have any