If the Lunar-class Cruiser were counted as an Astartes warship too, the Crimson Tide Chapter now had the assets of a newly founded, "wealthy" Chapter.
While Maturio was still marveling at their rescue, a space-based communications network centered on the warships came online, and Evan successfully contacted the troops on the ground.
Ina and Cancero-whose knowledge reached the stars, though his legs were paralyzed-were also sitting in the operations room, listening with relish as old Captain Agar directed the fleet.
"Greetings, faithful sons of the Emperor, worthy sons of Sanguinius, brothers of the Lamenters. I am Evan, Chapter Master of the Crimson Tide." It was an unremarkable greeting, but to the Lamenters, it was already an exceptionally friendly transmission.
"By the Emperor and Sanguinius, thank you for your support. I am Maturio, the current Chapter Master of the Lamenters."
"Then Chapter Master Malakin has returned to the Throne?"
"I am afraid so. Did you know our former Chapter Master?"
"The tales of his valor and your Chapter's deeds have spread across the galaxy. We respect every Astartes warrior who fights for humanity."
The Lamenters appreciated praise like this, though they did not believe they had fulfilled their great responsibility to protect humanity.
The Lamenters were somewhat wary of friendly overtures from other Chapters. After all, the last good friend who had called them brothers was named Huron, and he now commanded a major Chaos faction.
"Let us discuss the current situation first. We have only just arrived and know little about it. What happened to this world?"
"Chaos has corrupted it. In my judgment, this place is beyond saving. Our current mission is to evacuate the last humans, then declare Exterminatus."
"Understood. We will leave command here to you. Just ask if you need any supplies. Our transports will deliver