"You should count yourself lucky that you only have internal injuries, with no open wounds." The young woman from the Registration Department's worried eyes held a trace of pity.
The Astartes could not hear her clearly. It was far too noisy beneath the vehicle. Although this old tank, "back in employment after retirement," had a high-clearance off-road chassis, its engine had far too many problems.
He only caught the gist.
Conditions here were terrible. They had factories but no raw materials, and almost everything shipped in was military equipment. There was practically no medicine.
So...
First, this hospital had limited medical supplies and could not treat too many different illnesses.
Second, the bacteria carried by Ogryns were extremely potent and could fight poison with poison, wiping out most bacterial infections.
As luck would have it, this hospital specialized in treating all complications arising from infections caused by Ogryn-carried bacteria.
In other words, on this fortress world, they could still save you if you were wounded. If you fell ill, your fate was in heaven's hands.
It sounded as though they would struggle against an offensive by the Plague Legion, but this planet's blazing environment was a natural barrier against Nurgle.
The warriors rode farther and farther with the medical vehicle, waited for everyone to unload it, then followed it into the power supply area to recharge.
There were few people here. Most of the guards had been drawn away by the empty drop pods.
The two warriors seized their chance to slip out from beneath the vehicle and infiltrate the Energy Supply Zone. They advanced along the upper surfaces of enormous energy pipelines, leaping through blind spots and moving close against the metal walls of spherical power distribution ports.
Even contemplating infiltrating the void shield area was daunting.