Deathstroke and the Dark Angels' Grand Master had a private, secret conversation over the communicator. No one knew what deal the two had made, but things were clearly still proceeding according to Deathstroke's plan, because when he returned, he continued eating and drinking with a smile.
Orpheus, on the other hand, put away his communicator and hurriedly led his people out.
"What's wrong with them? They look rather nervous."
The Battle Sister blinked, still holding a half-eaten piece of bread. She had heard too many secrets earlier and had even forgotten to chew.
"Grand Master Azrael is fighting a Space Fleet battle against Chaos within the sector. A new Chaos Warband has arrived in the sector, and both the Angels' and the Wolves' fleets need to temporarily 'advance elsewhere.' In other words, the Space Marines won't receive reinforcements or supplies for the next few days."
That was right, they were merely advancing elsewhere for the moment, allowing Chaos to clash with the Eldar fleet. It was a strategic necessity, avoiding the enemy's edge rather than retreating.
After hearing that, Efferal put her half-eaten bread back into its plastic bag, as though intending to save it for her next meal.
"Which warband is it?"
She seemed both expectant and worried, her fist tightening on the tabletop.
Su Ming looked at her with amusement, then took out several more pieces of bread for her. "Eat without worry. My supplies can keep us fed here for at least three months. Although the Grand Master didn't tell me the specifics, I have a guess. The Chaos Warband originally on this planet worships Slaanesh—the Emperor's Children—so there aren't many who could come to their aid."
The relationships among the Chaos Gods were not very good. They were evil gods, after all; no one could expect