Maybe Everything Would Get Better

Bolomite had been dragged out near the Maelstrom.

The Maelstrom had become the Great Rift, and Bolomite sat right in the Warp's doorway, wedged firmly between reality and the Warp.

Ever heard of a holdout who refused to leave?

Bolomite was the ultimate holdout.

A thorn in damned Tzeentch's side.

The Imperium had given Bolomite to the Lamenters as their home base partly because Lin En really had dragged the planet out, and partly because it wanted the Lamenters to guard the Maelstrom.

Tzeentch's domain lay inside the Maelstrom. Putting Tzeentch's stern father on guard at its entrance was a sound plan. [Thumbs-up

The Lamenters were already highly resistant to wavering resolve and psychic corruption, and Lin En had given them another layer of protection.

With those guys camped on Tzeentch's doorstep, Tzeentch was probably furious.

The High Lords Council had calculated that move well.

Would Lin En let them get away with it for free?

Of course not.

They wanted him to guard Tzeentch's door? Not a chance without paying extra.

The Night Goddess and the Mother of Tears returned to Bolomite.

The fleet had spent a good deal of time sailing back from Terra.

The black hole had vanished too, as though it had never existed.

Just look at Yellow Pelt's tact. :)

Luckily, Lin En was generous enough not to hold it against him.

If the famously difficult Perturabo had been here instead, he would have wondered whether Yellow Pelt had tossed them aside after he was done with them. :)

On the Night Goddess's bridge.

Once they reached orbit above Bolomite, Lin En tapped open the star chart.

A hologram of the planet floated in the air, slowly rotating.

The chart enlarged to display Bolomite's data.

Resource reserves, reconstruction time, industrial potential, orbital facilities,