The magnificent warship shuddered several times as large fragments of the space station struck it, sending brilliant ripples across its void shield.
The battle barge entered planetary orbit, and countless fragments were annihilated against its void shield.
The Eternal Mountain shuddered again, and then the Treasure-Seeking Psyker awoke.
This was his "first battle" with the Crimson Tide Chapter. He had to put on a good showing.
He pointed out the treasure's location, but also warned Evan that considerable danger lay there. He had seen many combat machines.
Evan's eyes lit up almost visibly.
Machines? Somewhere the Imperium had never been?
Transports, get to work!
"Reporting to the Chapter Master: the Reconnaissance Company, Sixth Company, and Thirteenth Company have deployed to the planet. The other troops are standing by."
"Good. Put Annos through... Annos! Is my motorcycle ready? I'm leading the team down myself!"
"Brother Evan, I'm afraid not yet. I need some time to replace the fuel and soothe the machine spirit."
"What's going on? All weapons should be on standby. They should have been ready while we were still in the Warp! Annos, this is a mistake! I need an explanation."
"Rogier stole and drank the alcohol-one of the organic ingredients I use to mix the explosive fuel... Now the machine spirit is sulking because the fuel formula I put in was wrong..."
"...Understood. I'll deal with this after the operation."
Evan slumped on the large sofa, his eyes lifeless, as though life had lost all meaning.
It was genuinely hard to say who had it worse: a son of the White Scars who couldn't move, or a Space Wolves warrior who couldn't get a drink.
Bored out of his mind, Evan went to discuss matters with a few of the senior figures.
Rogier had already fled down