So they had benefited from someone else's commander looking after his subordinates.
The Star Guardians' Chapter Master was filled with respect. He turned and shouted into the bridge, "We found ammunition! Push out with the Flesh Tearers reinforcements!"
"Yes, sir!" came the answer from inside the bridge.
The Star Guardians took up their weapons again.
They had retaken half the ship and regained access to part of the armory.
Mortal crew members emerged from corners dragging ammunition. They set the crates down and opened them, revealing stacks of Bolter magazines. They pulled out the magazines and handed them to the Astartes beside them.
Once the Healing Aura had mended their wounds and they had weapons in hand again, each of them was a Space Marine back at full strength!
Other people's commanders were incredible. They wanted one too.
But the entire Imperium had only a handful of Living Saints. A Living Saint outside the Ecclesiarchy who was also willing to serve in the military? There might be just one.
Better not dwell on it.
Maybe they could work with the Flesh Tearers and Blood Knights more often. They might catch a little of that aura. T T
Emperor, this isn't fair!
Could commanders take turns?
They weren't asking to keep him forever. Surely they could take turns? Granted, the Imperium had a lot of Chapters, but not that many would be willing to come under Lord Lin En's command... probably?
If they took turns, they might get him for a few days each year...?
Gabriel and Sentoyor had no idea what their cousins were thinking.
If they had known, their aim might have slipped.
Across the three Battle Barges, from bridge to stern and upper decks to lower compartments, Space Marines and mortal crew fought side by side to