#recaf

Brother Va'Rreath and Brother Fox Face could only stare at the seemingly endless supply of cargo boxes being unloaded from the unweildingly large transport hanger. Never had either of the young Salamanders imagined so much supply could be stuffed into a single vessel.

Or it could all just be grounded recaf leaves.

Fox Face gave a shrug of the shoulders, his voice light and unbothered as usual, "Well, I suppose Lord Guilliman is planning to anchor here, if he's going to such measures. That's a good thing."

Va'Rreath pulled up the supply order and balked. "...it says this will be a monthly shipment..." Monthly?

First of all, that title should I use to refer to you? I know your a traitor primarch and all that stuff but I believe in politeness.

Second, my recaf bill is getting out of control, soon the Administratum will start asking questions. You won't happen to have a warp alternative???

Also, I've always thought you looked awesome, not so sure about your sons' colour scheme though...

Lord. Teacher. Sage. King. Emperor of the warp. I am quite indulgent with my little students and supplicants.

That is unless the still consider me a traitor. Still do not see the driving forces behind forces that drove me to do what I did. Still believe the lies spread about me and my sons. Still give supplication to a corpse on a throne that was to be my coffin…

That being said, of course, I’ll send a warp alternative. Please just give me your location. I’ll give you the instructions to what to do on your end to open up a small portal and I will give you all the stimulants you need…

Oh blessed recaf,

drip for us always,

that you may revive us and give us fortitude,

be a shield to us always,

that you may grant us alertness in this life

brew for us always,

that you may reward us with indomitable will

to serve Him on Terra.

In Eternity.