Stuck in Warhammer 40k(isekai)

Hubris: part 1

3rd person

Orion had a feeling he had a hard time describing... he felt relaxed? This feeling became borderline foreign for such a long time and now having it back felt weird. Orion stood in the council chamber, menial ran around caring materials, Orion did have a bit of distaste in wasting materials for a needless improving, functionally the chambers functioned well enough, Fives responded with: "I fear lord that not all of us have such a logic driven minds, thus will require to be... I think the menials refer to it as 'neat'."

Ceremite was being placed and decoration symbols were being built, soon the chambers were expanded so all the members would have a seat, each one with devotional symbols and the imperial Aquila above his own place(not seat, he could not sit in terminator armour... to his knowledge). To one side stood a seat with the symbol of house Donha, represing Markus, the other with the symbol of the adeptus mechanicus, with a lot of cables sticking out . A bigger chair had a tapestry of a fine winged sword, Barsabe's seat. One of them was white, Maximon seat.Another one being built for the astra militarum, Jael earned a seat at the table. Richal had earned a seat(proverbial) for being the one in charge of defence, making his input critical and the final seat being Nell's, representing the voice of the ecclesiarchy(by the merit of being the only one and overall showing the workers conditions). All in a round table of vat grown wood, Orion smelled it and it smelt like real wood.

Soon the first meeting would begin . Orion felt pride in what he accomplished, he made it possible for them to survive, but once more something was nagging in his mind: the night lords... where did they go and what was he thinking when he did recruit them? This made him feel concerned, the bounty they found of astartes wargear was but a fraction of what was originally... meaning the night lords must have some new tools of war...

"Wow... this is amazing" Jael's voice brings Orion out of his thoughts, all of the members of the council of the Lernaean. All of them took their seats, there was a bit of silence until Theta spoke.

"Since our engagement on the highway 5 weeks ago, my skitarii forces have increased to 60 warriors, mostly because I was able to repair more vats, but their quality is... below acceptable margins. The next batch will now consist of 25 skitarii" Theta says the last part with curses in binary chatter.

"Maximon, what is the progress of the Luna wolves?" Orion asks as he turns to face the apothecary, his face seems to contain... Amusement?

"Well lord... since they are already it the Haemastamen, Larraman's Organ and now the Catalepsean Node, meaning more time for training, but as you know they have also increased in height and I soon recommend moving them to power armour, they will not be as effective with it and might fall face flat, but they will soon go accustomed dot it and Theta does not need to rebuild the carapace armour everytime they grow. Though there was a recent incident..." Maximon said the last part with a little bit of laughter.

"What do you mean?" Barsabe raised an eyebrow at this, his helmet was at the table.

"Well do you remember that Neophytes that was pestering Richal about his new suit of power armour?" Maximon inquired

"Yes, the one with black hair." Barsabe says.

"Well since now a lot of them are in eye level with Wilmeta and he commented how he 'will no longer be the smallest and weakest link of the astartes'. As you can imagine Wilmeta took this the wrong way and threw a wrench at him... he broke his nose." Maximon concludes his tale with a few chuckles from the council.

"Well he is a good teacher, which is good, though sometimes I wonder if he temperament

makes him... too tough." Richal comments, but no more is said.