Huh?
An emergency transmission from the Adeptus Mechanicus? Nothing's happened to my order, has it? Evan snatched up the communications report. Eh?
They want my support? To catch a sea creature over ten kilometres long? And salvage a wreck that's been bitten in half while I'm at it?
What the hell is all this?
Evan was utterly baffled, especially by the line, "Name your price—Priest Mapus." That left him even more confused.
Is this a personal request? Nothing about this sounds like something "just one" ordinary priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus could ask for.
He waved a hand. I'll take it.
Stolov's been researching some pretty wild stuff lately. This job sounds interesting.
Evan selected twenty warriors along with the recruits nearing graduation, almost sixty men in total, and planned to take three Lunar-class Cruiser Squadrons to support Priest Mapus.
Underwater combat. Now that's rare. Even I could use some practice. We don't see much of this kind of warfare.
The recruits, accustomed to boarding actions in space, were suddenly told they would be fighting underwater. For a moment, they were at a loss. Even the seasoned Techmarine was surprised by the news; throughout his long service, only a handful of his battles had taken place in the deep sea.
The person aboard with the most experience in ocean warfare might well have been the Night Lord in the prison, both his arms severed. His kind apparently often chose to hide in the deep sea, especially when first infiltrating a new planet.
The Techmarine passed on as much of his remembered experience as he could to Evan, then went looking for equipment suitable for underwater combat. These antiques were scarce. The warship had originally been given to them by the Dawn Angels, but perhaps the Dawn Angels had thought those