There is a kind of magic in logistics.
There really is. Armies without water will simply die of thirst. Food and ammunition matter as well, and then there is fuel and spare parts and dical treatnt.
You may use trenches or tanks as shelter, but bunkers and shielded forts are better.
And while the Chaos did bring so supplies...they wouldn't last years and years. Plus the armies that invaded Estaban were very diverse, from traitor Astartes to corrupted humans and xenos, mutants and psykers, demons and daemonic engines of all sizes.
That ant they wouldn't support each other, as every Chaos Lord, Sorcerer or Warmaster had conflicting agendas and would rather see a competitor fail and die.
The fleet they had brought was still large and dangerous, but consumables were mostly depleted.
And thus, my arrival hasten their defeat because I had supplies, and the traitors didn't.
Estaban could still manufacture so equipnt, especially for the for the first ti. The first woman to et was a Hospitaller Advance from the rank of the Sisters of the Ordos Hospitaller, who serve as physicians and offer care in the Imperium's war zones. Such as Estaban for example.
"Who are you? Who let you in here?" the sister demands loudly, an angry hand patting her hip, where she carried a laser pistol.
I step aside to let Ludvaius deal with the loud woman, and I go to examine one of the wounded. The Canticle provides his na and origin, then the dical prognosis. Crippled for life, if he survives the next week. Third degree burns didn't heal so easy.
The rows of beds go for hundreds of ters, and they are stacked high too. Damn hellish galaxy.
I check a few more, but everyone I see has a chance to survive. Then again, triage is quite brutal in the regints. A corpsman or nurse checks the injury, and sends the wounded to hospital or grave, on the spot.
Then I turn and leave, running scenarios in my mind. Perhaps a biokinetic psyker? So kind of regeneration serum? A saint with healing aura?
Not very likely. Then my eyes fall on the Scythe Astartes. "That place is the most fertile recruiting ground I have ever seen. Trained soldiers with mortal wounds for bravery. How co there aren't a hundred Chapters implanting them?" I ask in an innocent voice.
The Astartes Captain blinks confused and turns towards his brothers. They stare at like I had grown a few more heads.
"So injuries will not heal, even after the geneseed. But...the Iron Hands don't mind missing limbs." he muses to himself and glances at Ludvaius for support.
"Lord Pef is always right, brother. But when he isn't, it's always fun to watch." the veteran Astartes proclaims in a confident tone.
I just sigh and head for the bridge. That isn't what the word 'always' ans!
Anyway, I need to call a few Iron Hands to visit . It's ti to end the carnage now.
I find Rose and her Deathwatch installed comfortably on the bridge, her retinue a bit larger and even includes a tech-priest and another guy with red hair and huge muscles. Not a marine, but obviously very strong.
"We et again, Lady Inquisitor. And retinue." I announce while waving my fingers at Justine. She replies shyly. "Captain"
I stop myself from sighing, as it's not the place. New officers and crew and all that.
Then I pat Victor's shoulder and yank him from the Captain chair. "Go rest Victor. I am here."
He nods with glowing eyes and hurries away, hopefully to sleep.
Then I lean into the seat and delve in my new Machine Spirit, to figure out how to end this siege, without too many loses.
Won't be easy, I know.
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