"Who knew that after all the trouble of getting here, we'd be stopped by a Warp storm?" Lin Fan silently took a sip of the Fenrisian mead Kaiser Whitefang handed him, feeling rather troubled.
Kaiser Whitefang burst into laughter. "Kid, this sort of thing happens all the time in the Imperium. This isn't even a case of abnormal Warp currents. Otherwise, we might not get out of the Warp for hundreds of years. By then, whether Armageddon still exists would be another question."
"Alas." Lin Fan took another deep swig of Fenrisian mead and felt a little tipsy. These hard liquors, made from who-knew-what, were potent enough to knock out Space Marines. Under certain circumstances, they could even be used as tank fuel. Aside from the fairly pleasant aroma, Lin Fan had more than once wondered whether he was actually drinking Land Raider engine oil, or perhaps some other kind of rocket fuel.
"You really can drink, kid. No wonder you're the man recognized by that one. Even ordinary Space Wolves pups can't drain a whole cup like you without changing expression." The more Kaiser Whitefang looked at Lin Fan, the more he liked him. That was how the Space Wolves were. Once they acknowledged your fighting strength, the more you could eat and drink, the more favorably they regarded you.
Lin Fan also enjoyed hanging around with the Space Wolves. Though the orders delivered verbally were, "Those honored lords invite you to train with them," Lin Fan, envied by the other soldiers and officers, knew it was not training at all. It was really just a bunch of Space Wolves dragging him into their private dining hall to eat and drink to excess.
Lin Fan did not mind improving his meals either. The food aboard the ship was all