The Regiment Commander, Headquarters Is Ready

The neighboring mining site echoed with the ceaseless sound of excavation. Servitors equipped with crushing drills, under the orders of Tech-priests, continuously sent the soil and rock of Planet 0-B1 to the processing plant for grinding and pressing.

This planet had no knowledge to offer, only useless stones and stupid servitors. To a Tech-priest, being assigned here was no different from exile.

One still-hot brick after another slid out of the furnace and was neatly stacked upon the compacted ground.

Tovens, regiment commander of the Vostroyan Rough Riders, looked up as an Adeptus Mechanicus cargo ship sucked millions of tons of bricks into its hold before turning away.

Those bricks were headed where they were needed most: Agripinaa Forge World. Yet the Vostroyan Rough Riders still had to waste another half month on this barren planet.

Who was to blame for that? The warship engines for not being up to the task?

Tovens did not dare say that aloud. Though the Vostroyan Rough Riders had earned great military honors, they could not speak recklessly before the Adeptus Mechanicus. He had no desire to be targeted by Mechanicus assassins over a careless remark.

He was only a regiment commander. Plenty of people were waiting to take his place.

Watching the shadow of the ship in the sky, Tovens regretted that the Vostroyan Rough Riders could not arrive in time for the parade and welcome ceremony organized by Cadia High Command.

Fortunately, Cadia High Command had also sent an observation delegation for friendly exchanges. Though it was not large, the importance it conveyed still greatly pleased Tovens.

Command Post No. 1 was a bunker dug into the ground and supported by prefabricated steel plates. Its surface was covered by half a meter of reddish-brown soil, making it indistinguishable from the surrounding wasteland