After listening to Archmagos Etna ramble for another half a Standard Time along several main passageways on the outskirts of the Furnace of the Fire God, Lorgar finally lost his patience. The report covered specific bottlenecks in the Cissel production line, the delicate balance of the material supply chain, the difficulties of coordinating production capacity with neighboring Forge Worlds, and several technical improvements that sounded rather ingenious but that Lorgar privately judged to be of no use for now.
At heart, he was a man of action, a battlefield commander who made decisions and carried them out. He had little interest in excessively detailed technical matters or the convoluted maneuvering involved in resource allocation.
When Etna began explaining the same heat-dissipation problem for the third time, using different data models to outline three possible optimization paths and their effects on the overall production cycle, Lorgar shifted his gaze almost imperceptibly toward the enormous exhaust vent at the end of the passage, which kept belching purified steam. The message was clear enough.
Even Hercules, who had been following just behind Lorgar like a faithful stone statue, could no longer help himself. He opened his mouth wide enough to fit a fist inside and let out a deep, utterly undisguised yawn.
He rubbed his eyes. To him, listening to data analysis filled with unfamiliar jargon, complicated figures, and words like "possibly," "perhaps," and "theoretically" was probably no less torturous than being forced to listen to Imperial tax reports read aloud for an entire day.
Rather than stand here listening to this incomprehensible drivel, he would have preferred to return to the training deck of the Law of Faith, find a few recruits who wanted to challenge his nickname of Hercules, and have a good "sparring session" to stretch his muscles. Now that