"Primarch, where are you? Communications have been restored. No danger alerts detected in your vital signs, but your coordinates are off the planned assault route. Do you need support?"
Lorgar had just finished clearing an area with his newly acquired nanoclaw. He was savoring the exhilaration of efficient slaughter and studying the subtle shifts in the silver sheen flowing across his armor with keen interest.
A deep, hoarse voice, thick with barely restrained emotion, abruptly cut into his private combat Communications Channel.
It was Cassios.
Lorgar's claw paused slightly, and the pleased expression on his face froze for a tenth of a second.
He blinked, the scene before boarding flashing through his mind.
He had hurriedly issued orders, selected his men, and then...
It seemed, perhaps, probably...
He had forgotten to notify a certain ill-tempered Former Thunder Warrior who had just been "assigned" to accompany Hercules?
"Fuck..." Lorgar muttered. He had been so caught up in testing his new equipment and enjoying his feast of "punching bags" that he had completely forgotten about Cassios.
According to the original plan, the man should have been operating alongside Hercules. But now that Lorgar had sent Hercules to "clear the way," Cassios was most likely still waiting around in the Law of Faith's deployment bay, or clearing the Fortress exterior with the main force.
"Uh... Cassios," Lorgar said, clearing his throat.
"The situation here is... a little complicated, but under control overall. Hercules has another assignment. You..."
"...Stand by at the designated rally point for now, or follow the subsequent landing forces and clear the outer areas. We don't need... well, any extra hands here at the moment. Next time. I'll definitely bring you next time."
With that, Lorgar decisively cut the transmission before Cassios could question him.
He let out a soft