In the strategy chamber, Lion El'Jonson's gray-white mane trembled slightly with rage.
How could the heartland of the Imperium tolerate the ravages of greenskins? He sprang to his feet, his heavy armor clanking, his voice resolute:
"I'll lead the fleet there myself!"
But as his words fell, the logistics chief of the Privy Council stepped forward with a grim expression. "My lord... the supplies required to assemble the fleet... especially the survival provisions needed to sustain large-scale fleet operations and subsequent planetary landing campaigns, are severely lacking. The taxes have not yet been collected! The Indomitus Crusade nearly drained our reserves, while Terra's reconstruction and infrastructure upgrades also... also require enormous resources. Our current stockpiles... simply cannot meet the demands of both the expedition and homeland reconstruction at once!"
The air instantly froze.
Even Lion understood that a fleet without logistics was like duckweed without roots.
His gaze swept over the scarlet markers on the strategic star map, representing the rapidly expanding Ork WAAAGH!, then over the complex blueprints representing Terra's hive city renovation project. His brow furrowed tightly.
Kesha turned her cool gaze toward Luke, who stood nearby. "How are the Forerunner Fleet's reserves? Can we transfer some supplies in advance to support this war?"
Luke was about to speak when Liang Bing let out a mocking snort first, her voice carrying undisguised amusement. "Pfft! My dear sister, you truly are detached from the world!"
She elegantly crossed her legs, winding a strand of hair around her finger as she looked at Kesha teasingly. "The Forerunner Fleet? Their little self-circulating systems are more than enough to support the few 'people' aboard their fleet. But you should know that their total personnel only number in the tens of thousands. The rest are all synthetic intelligences! As for the survival resources