Especially Corian Sumatris, a company captain of the Astral Claws Chapter. Although there was something odd about his company having nearly eight hundred men, his tactical style suited Forlorn's tastes perfectly.
Firepower suppression, veteran assaults, crushing every Enemy of Humanity with firepower and speed—those were the tactics Forlorn favored.
The Lamenters might have been a Chapter of old-fashioned good guys, and Forlorn was usually mild-mannered, but his enemies had given him the nickname "King of Destruction." On the battlefield, Forlorn loved to support with firepower before charging in to tear the enemy apart at close range.
That had something to do with him always having one foot on the edge of the Black Rage. Although the Lamenters had almost no problems with the Red Thirst, the Black Rage had always followed them closely.
There was no need to look far. During the Slaughterhouse Battle of the Corinthian Crusade in 698, dozens of Lamenters fell into the Black Rage after being surrounded by Orks, charging into the encirclement to buy time for their other Battle-Brothers.
Furthermore, because of their origins, the Lamenters were disliked by the other successor Chapters of the Blood Angels and were also unwelcome with the Inquisition. They suffered indignities wherever they went. Even a good-tempered Chapter like the Lamenters had moments when they could no longer endure it.
As Chapter Master, Forlorn naturally bore the brunt of it. As a result, he often teetered on the brink of the Black Rage in battle, relying purely on willpower to return to normal time and again.
Yet as he looked at the performance records in his hands, Forlorn could not help but smile.
These past six months had been the most comfortable time he had experienced. The like-minded Astral Claws Chapter, the Hive City residents whose lives were steadily