40 Thousand Reasons Chapter 38: Bed story

My fleet didn't depart as one from Estaban, because there was no reason to and good reasons against it.

The Litany and 4 destroyers were almost in perfect repair, and the sa for the Antax-made corvettes, so Finona took that fleet and left for our ho in the fringe as soon as possible, with extra servitors and tech-priests supplied by Estaban.

Another squad of 5 destroyers and 200 more corvettes departed once the ground battle ended, filled with weaponry and tanks and a few regints in better shape.

And once the promised year of dical torture had finished, the Canticle and 200 more corvettes were repaired, supplied and ready to go.

The last batch of destroyers and damaged corvettes stayed behind with my brother Veryon in command, waiting for longer and difficult repairs, as well as a promised s and also ship repair facilities and supply depots, garrison and armor transport and even a huge defense platform to anchor at in safety.

There was enough volu inside the huge spaceship to fit 100 Litanies with room to spare.

Of course, for all that, my chanicus priestly friends were my only hope.

I unloaded two dozen more templates with various utility, from agriculture and mining machines to trains and crate lorries. I wouldn't credit myself for inventing the cargo container, but 40k seed to have forgotten this useful artifact.

Sure, the container was larger and better armored, but the Fabricator General soon understood its usefulness. Standardized containers were a perfect fit for the order obsessed Cult chanicus.

I also expected the Imperial Guard would soon adopt them as campaign shelters for their guardsn,

beside the logical use as weapons and ammunition transport and storage.

I nad them Standard Transport Containers, to frustrate all the Farseers and precogs searching for any notion of an S.T.C. among nebulous futures.

It was also hilarious, just waiting to see who will get the heretical abbreviation the soonest.

My Rose just snorted and shook her head in exasperation. "Stop doing foolish things like that, dear Pef. One day there will be an invisible assassin waiting behind your door."

I glanced at the marked corner and drew my weapon. Nothing sprang out, this ti.

Then I decided to shoot anyway.