Prior to the fleet's sendoff into the warp, Inquisitor Malodrax had been received upon the Relictor's fortress monastery. The reception had been a quiet one, with most of the brothers not particularly aware of his presence among the small mortal population aboard. The Relictors had navagators, recruits, scouts, servitors, and a smattering of support staff, many of which were recently acquired. The captain had first lieutenant Garwyn give the guided tour, avoiding any dangerous areas such as still damaged parts of the starfort and of course the locations of any active 'research.' Of course Varius would have wanted to personally inspect everywhere possible, and on a starfort, that took a while. The inquisitor was to be treated with the utmost respect and all his questions answered plainly. Leal's intent was to have complete transparency to the eyes of the Ordo. 

During his stay, the captain had also privately confided to Varius his concerns over the brothers' silent unrest. "...It is only their natural desire to serve the Imperium. Our loyal Relictors are frustrated with months of aimless travel through the blackness of space and long to set their blades along the throats of the demonic hordes. We shall see to that soon enough." 

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Finally, the day arrived that the forgemoon Amaltheus was in sight. The massive starfort ripped through an enormous rift into material space moments after the rest of Gregori's fleet had preceeded them to find local space alight with naval battle. Although badly damaged, the Ramillies starfort defenses were still overwhelming, and it dominated the space around itself. However, there was one quarter, the most heavily damaged, which was less capable than the rest, and Lattore worked hard to keep that section as secret as possible. The Relictor captain stood on his command deck with a number of superior officers overseeing the space battle until completion. Inquisitor Malodrax was present as well. In the end, none of the enemy ships were threatening enough to contest the superior ships of the newly arriving fleet, and they were destroyed or vacated quickly. 

"Captain Lattore. We're picking up communication from the surface. There's a battle going on down there."

"Can you identify the combatents?" Leal was eager for a status report. 

"I'm picking up Skitarri transmission, and unknown, presumably chaos cultists."

Leal nodded. It was predictable. At least the mechanicus still lived on the forgemoon. Those cultists were undoubtedly causing damage however. 

"Captain. I'm also detecting... Space Wolves."

Leal quirked en eyebrow. He blinked and stared at the screen. "Hm. This could complicate matters. Bring us into orbit. Jeffri, inform the flagship when we are in position to transport to the surface. We're not engaging without orders while Emperor Amastov flies beside us."

Leal heaved a deep breath. "Locate the Space Wolves' strike cruiser and aim our strongest shields in their direction."