"Please, Captain Soap." General Westad turned to Soap, who was seated beside him, smiling.
Commissar Yarrick also nodded, signaling for Captain Soap to continue.
General Westad and Commissar Yarrick valued Soap's combat capabilities and felt it was necessary to let him sit in on the war council.
If the Departmento Munitorum's appointment had not yet been delayed, Soap would already have become a colonel in the 37th Regiment. As things stood, however, his 3rd Company was practically disconnected from the rest of the regiment.
They had discovered that it was not the 3rd Company that could not keep up with the 37th Regiment's operational efficiency, but the 37th Regiment that could not keep up with Captain Soap's.
Westad simply waved a hand and gave Captain Soap leave to act as he saw fit from then on. If anything came up, he could report directly to him.
And in this first wave of airborne operations, Soap had performed exceptionally well, wiping out the greenskins with crushing force.
Once the battle for Armageddon was over, General Westad intended to press the Departmento Munitorum properly. Promotions could not keep moving this slowly.
Lin Fan stood and saluted the others. "I think we could ask Priest Delia. She's done a great deal of research on Orks."
"Priest Delia? Isn't she that girl who went from being an acolyte priest to shouting that she wanted to become an Enginseer?"
General Westad remembered her at once. In all his experience, he had seen very few acolyte priests clamoring to become Enginseers. It was a highly respected position in the Imperial military.
But within the Adeptus Mechanicus, it was worth practically nothing—perhaps only a little better than being a servitor. That was why Delia had left such a deep impression on Westad.
And he also remembered that