Following his assistant, Forlorn soon found the warehouse Huron had prepared for them.
After the assistant entered the passcode on the warehouse door, the heavy metal door slowly slid open, releasing a faint wave of cool air. The lights inside the warehouse flickered on immediately, illuminating the interior and allowing Forlorn to see what lay within.
More than two hundred sets of gleaming, unpainted Power Armour, dozens of Melta, Plasma Weapon, and power weapons, and stack upon stack of ammunition crates.
"...Please convey my thanks to Chapter Master Huron." Forlorn had said these words many times today, yet besides thanks, he could find no better words.
In his eyes, the logistical supplies provided in this warehouse were worth no less than the previous "small gift."
To accommodate his brothers back in the Chapter, Forlorn had left all three hundred previous sets of Power Armour with the Chapter, meaning he and the two reinforcing companies wore mismatched suits cobbled together from Battle-Brothers.
Yet now Huron had unexpectedly provided them with another two hundred brand-new suits of Power Armour, alongside massive quantities of heavy weapons and ammunition, leaving him speechless save for his gratitude.
"I will relay your words, Chapter Master Forlorn." The assistant gave the Aquila salute. "Shall I coordinate transport to deliver these supplies to the Lamenters' encampment?"
"No, no... that won't be trouble, I'll just have them come pick it up themselves."
Perhaps having been startled by Huron's generosity too many times today, Forlorn intended to give the Battle-Brothers a small surprise of his own. He declined the assistant's help and sent a message to the Battle-Brothers:
"Come pick up your logistical supplies immediately. Do not bother with armour."
Well, Forlorn simply thought it would be easier if the others just wore their new Power Armour back, saving him