Stuck in Warhammer 40k(isekai)

Hubris: Part 2

3rd person

Orion looked on with disbelief, he knew that policial games were common in the imperium, especially amongst nobility, but the outright destruction of Hive Lethan surprised him beyond belief.

"How did it fall? Tell me Theta, now." Orion says, now fearing to see if his position has been compromised.

".... we do not know.... We picked up a massive energy spike across the planet and then nothing at all... from what Markus told me from the vox, he intercepted communication of house troops attacking hive Lethan. Then nothing but static. From my calculations, the house troops should not possess the necessary equipment to destroy the hive. Yet it seems I was mistaken." Theta says, even his metallic voice was with a tinge of disbelief.

"Then... there must have been survivors ?" Orion questioned.

"Indeed, we have been picking up signals, many have been braving the gauntlet of death to reach us, the hive with the angels of death. Already there are rumours about you." Theta says.

"Well at least we can now understand how hive Lethan blew up... secure this position and contact Maximon,tell him to have the luna wolves armour up and prpeare for thier future surgeries. "

Timeskip of one week

Buzz filled the manufactorum as menials went back and right, mood was a mixture of celebration and terror... for the lack of better words. They have captured the water recycling plant, meaning no longer diehare and Maximon taking care of many of the population and now they will receive more survivors. But the most important: news. No matter how hard Markus tried to stop it, the news of destruction of Hive Lethan spread like wildfire and fear of what lies out there and that it could come here.

"Apoc, get your claws off me!" Sariel hissed like a child.His half burned hair was now short, no longer the glorious black mane. His face is half scared, his once clean and noble features now with burn marks and his heavy eyebrows gone, burned away.He was on the operating table and Maximon chuckled.

"I will, just let me fix your bloody face, soon they will arrive and you will need to be on your best manners." He says in a condescending tone, clearly enjoying every second of it.

"I am not a child!" He says and brings his makeshift servo arm to hold the apothecary's hand and yet Maximon just laughs.

"To me you are, I am of one of the first batches of luna, a true lunar wolf in that sense. I have seen the world burn and xenos so terrifying which drove marines insane. You were born on Caliban and this is your first time off-world. So let me fix your face so that you can go forward and carve your legend with a proper face. " Maximon says, genuine as he got his scalp to cut away burned tissue and to replace it with vat grown. Sariel grumbled.

"Fine... do you know how to knit?"

Meanwhile,

The squad of lunar wolves stood watching from the lower level. They were bored. Betrad du Gaulai, or Betrad was put in charge by Wilmeta's decision, he was running back for some supplies so he picked him for being the oldest of what he called the 'luna boys'. He chuckled as he now stood bigger than his teacher. Clad in mark IV Maximus power armour. He took off his helmet and breathed the air, it was nor recycled. It was tainted by industrial filth and poison and yet he feld fresh air run across his messy black hair, his face grew paler by the day and his features matched more of Maximon. He looked more by the day like the arch tra- no, stop thinking of him. Betrad cursed that man, but he looked to the open. As his squad was stationed on to one of the gates which still could work(with some astartes brute force). The gates were big enough to allow imperial knights to stride without problem. It still possessed the scars of the previous assault.