The Chapter's homeworld brimmed with life. There might not have been many battle-brothers, but there were plenty of recruits. Between training sessions, the Astartes watched the "Power Armour" wandering all over the monastery, their hearts full of delight.
The Imperial fleet lingered above the Crimson Tide Chapter's homeworld. The warriors boarded transports bound for the ten Chapters' homeworlds. As for the five hundred warriors assigned to the Crimson Tide...
From up in orbit, they felt they had been swindled.
What kind of Chapter was this? Did they not even have a Chapter monastery? Or had they built it underground?
Neither possibility sounded particularly promising.
Very few warriors were stationed on the Chapter's homeworld. After all, they had so much territory to defend in the Great Thousand World that they could spare no more troops.
The two Sons of Guilliman stared in bewilderment at the five hundred Primaris Warriors who had suddenly appeared. Guilliman had been wonderfully considerate: after learning about the Anti-psyker Armour, he had not issued any armour at all to these "reinforcements," not even scout armour. They had arrived wearing nothing but cloaks.
The two veterans were unsure what to do. They had no idea where these recruits had come from.
"You... get some rest first. I'll contact the Chapter Master immediately. We're on a crusade, and our main force is some distance away. For now, you can train with us."
One recruit raised a question. "Where is our Chapter monastery?"
"The monastery... well, that... hasn't been moved here yet."
"Hasn't... hasn't been moved here?"
"Ah, yes. During the IV Legion's last major invasion, the Chapter monastery was damaged and made an emergency warp jump to evacuate. It hasn't returned yet."
The veteran had nerves of steel. He did not give himself away in the slightest.
"How many