Time to take the tour.
"Ark actual, this is Ark saviour, Grammus reporting. Our armoured column is en route to the front. I estimate our arrival in under fifteen minutes. The vaccine is secure and prepared for delivery."
The engine of Cor Gloria, his Land Raider, growled happily as they tore along the road together. Grammus, a tech-specialist veteran with the chapter's eighth company, could feel the ancient vehicle's desire to reach the battle, aiding him as he operated the throttle. His mission was vital, but the battle lust of the machine spirit was infectious. Even had it been a routine operation, he would be burning to reach their goal with the same zeal.
The hated Death Guard had been pressing hard against the Ultramarines front lines, using a lethal prion disease capable of transmission through sight of a victim alone. The marines of the apothecarium had worked hard to prepare an optic vaccine. This panacea would swing the tide of the battle, allowing the Ultramarines to finally leave their hermetic bunker line, the so-called Ark Bastion, and push back. Time was of the essence, the Death Guard had very nearly breached the automatic defences protecting the bunkers.
"Close range auspex returns at two, ten and twelve, brothers," Vertorix warned over the vox. The Techmarine was riding in the back, keeping an eye on the vaccine crate cooling systems. "The traitors seek to ambush us. We must not be delayed!"
Captain Praesidio responded immediately from his position in the middle of the convoy. "All vehicles, full speed. On wings of glory, ride through them!"
Grammus slammed the throttle open on both tracks and Cor Gloria roared in response. They would not be stopped. The antidote would be delivered.
The last of this month's Hobbypocalypse challenge - some bacon butties for Creations of Bile!
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