A hundred warriors arrived here, along with the Biological Annihilation Fusion Bomb. The value of this superweapon needed no explanation. The Imperium believed it had vanished when the biological Hive Ship exploded. One day, we would give the Emperor's enemies a surprise.
Nine hundred Primaris left the Great Thousand World. The Parent Chapter had been drained dry.
Originally, it had numbered a thousand. Three hundred left for the Trade Fleet, and three hundred Neophytes entered service, keeping things roughly balanced. Now nine hundred had left at once, before the Neophytes had finished training. Even the warriors of Xiao Lan's Eleventh Company had been sent out.
Only a hundred remained here. Apart from a few members of the Beiwei Army, they were all sons of the Space Wolves.
Rogier was practically becoming captain of the Light of the People.
No Space Wolves unit had participated in the fighting against the Tyranids, so they had no need to leave and disguise themselves. That made life miserable for our Chef Ternos.
As the inventor of Kolan Wine, Chef Ternos now doubled as chief brewer, working around the clock every day.
In anguish, he asked Chapter Master Evan whether he could assign a Techmarine specifically to guard the wine cellar door. Some "people" kept smashing the lock and plundering the place. Their noses were exceptionally keen, too: they only took the properly fermented batches. Keeping any "ten-year vintage" or "century-aged reserve" was utterly impossible.
The wine cellar's lock broke every two or three days. Eventually, locking it became a token gesture: a bit of rope tied around it would do.
After several fruitless protests, Ternos tried another approach. Holding his nose, he visited the Ogryn quarters of the Imperialis Militia.
Everyone knew Ogryns: big, stupid brutes with physiques and strength like Ork bosses. Their