After the cleansing of the orbital lance bombardment, much of Pandora's malice had dissipated. The storms across hundreds of kilometers were fading, and the constantly flashing lightning had vanished without a trace.
Lox arrived at the open ground outside the open-air base. The air was filled with a scorching heat, while the Space Marines continued using promethium flamers to clear the remaining fungal plants within the base.
Having lost the support of the entire ecosystem, these once-formidable plants had lost most of their vitality. With everyone's efforts, the entire base finally eradicated that detestable green plague.
Hill was tallying the casualties. The Cogitator had already listed the damaged base structures and defensive fortifications, and without needing another order from Lox, the automated robots had begun repairs.
Having learned from the lesson, the intelligence had used big-data simulations and exhaustive calculations to design base structures capable of withstanding extreme natural disasters.
If those Feral Aeldari dared to repeat their old tricks, they would discover that such actions were utterly meaningless.
To the Cogitator, an error would only be made once. The next time, the flaw would be patched.
"Sixty-five auxiliary soldiers are missing. Sixteen died when extreme weather caused building collapses and hazardous-material leaks. Several dozen more mortals are receiving treatment."
"There are no Astartes casualties to report. The joint reconnaissance team of White Scars and Space Wolves we dispatched has already sent back intelligence. They were merely trapped in a flash flood and have now escaped."
Lox was not particularly worried about those Astartes either. As the designer of Stara-pattern power armor, he knew full well its defenses and safety features. If casualties occurred because of a disaster of this scale, then he would need to seriously reflect on his work.
"Tell the warriors to remain vigilant. We still have