The Blood Knights began building up their new homeworld.
The new planet needed everything, so some of Bolomite's population was sent there to farm.
The Lamenters had a batch of construction equipment to spare, and it could be shipped straight over. Landing craft touched down one after another, bringing people, tools, and seeds.
With those three things, they had all they needed. They could farm, dig canals, build houses, and lay roads.
Humans were remarkably adaptable. Give them tools and land, and they would find a way to survive.
For most of those who landed on the new planet, it was their first time seeing a world where crops could actually grow.
The Hive City they had come from had never seen daylight; the mining planet had been barren.
Now they stood on brown earth and looked up at fields stretching to the horizon, with rivers and streams running through them.
They crouched and touched the soil. It was rich and fertile.
So this was land that could grow food...
Land this good would surely yield plenty of grain, right?
A residential district had been planned on the new planet. Water was drawn from the river and channeled around it.
The Astartes took off their armor, put on bodysuits, and helped the civilians build houses.
For ordinary people, building a house was hard labor. For the Astartes, it was more like stacking blocks.
The civilians bent over in the fields, transplanting rice seedlings.
Every so often, they looked up and saw the Astartes carrying things back and forth in the distance. Then they lowered their heads again, content.
Sentoyor stood on a ridge between the paddies and watched.
Puddles in the fields reflected the blue sky. The seedlings had been planted in neat rows, a stretch of tender green.