Send Them to Slaanesh

Biel-Tan's food production facility was Eighth Company's to destroy.

The facility was a vast, multilayered Wraithbone Dome that housed a complete simulated ecosystem.

Eighth Company specialized in jump packs. They could cut straight in through the top of the dome and plant Melta Bombs inside.

The Aeldari's Wraithbone Dome was impressive.

Psychic lights simulated sunlight inside, and different crops grew on different levels. The entire dome was an Agri World in miniature, with an extraordinarily high yield. Most of the daily rations for the hundreds of thousands of Aeldari on Biel-Tan Craftworld came from it.

Under other circumstances, they might have seized it. They would have retaken the place while doing as little damage as possible.

Unfortunately, the dome belonged to the Biel-Tan Aeldari.

Bad luck. They didn't want it.

They could always obtain the technology later through trade with other Aeldari. First, they would make Biel-Tan watch its entire Craftworld blow apart.

Biel-Tan's garrison at the agricultural dome reacted quickly enough, but the bombs were faster.

The Melta Bombs' anchoring spikes punched into the wraithbone, and their countdown lights immediately began to flash.

From the top of the dome to its lowest level, Eighth Company planted more than sixty Melta Bombs in the blink of an eye.

Once they were done, everyone withdrew.

After all, they had set the bombs to detonate in just ten seconds.

Ten short seconds. Five, four, three, two, one.

Boom! A deafening blast rang out.

Everything went to zero.

The Biel-Tan Aeldari's multilayered dome collapsed level by level. Ripe and unripe crops alike were buried beneath layers of wraithbone rubble, while dust from the collapse blotted out the artificial sky above the Craftworld.

On the bridge of Macragge's Honour, Calgar stood before a holographic tactical star map and studied the reports coming in