Afterward, everyone moved to Li Qinwu's reception room to talk. Gadriel and his two elite Astartes veterans wore robes, which Li Qinwu explained:
"My lords, you were gravely wounded and in a state of suspended animation. My Tech-Priest told me you needed medication immediately, or you might suffer permanent damage, so I had to cut your armor apart."
After sitting down on the sofa, Titus said he did not mind.
"It's fine. We have multiple sets of spare power armor aboard our warship."
If any Astartes Chapter could claim to be the richest, the Ultramarines ranked first!
With logistical support from the Five Hundred Worlds, plus the fact that Guilliman, the ruler of the Imperium, was the Ultramarines' own father, the Ultramarines Chapter positively swam in supplies!
They had as much power armor as a menswear store had clothes, with several suits for each man. If a recruit became a casualty, a replacement could immediately be brought up from the rear, keeping their Warhammer forces at full strength.
They had no shortage of warships of every description, and their selection of Astartes armored vehicles was downright dazzling!
Some dirt-poor Astartes Chapters, by comparison, knew only how to fight, not how to manufacture anything or find themselves a powerful patron.
After decades of fighting, a Chapter of over a thousand would be reduced to a few dozen or barely a hundred men. It took the parts belonging to two or three men to assemble a single complete suit of armor, and they had to count every bolt round they fired. They were utterly destitute.
In reality, though, every Astartes Chapter had basic production capabilities, and every Chapter had several Techmarines.
These Astartes had pursued further training on Mars, switched their allegiance to the Adeptus Mechanicus, and carried an enormous mechanical claw