Were it up to Hagar, he would have invoked up to seven, the number of the grandfather. But, superstition is often justified, in such a wild and unstable... Place wouldn't be the word, even if it may seem as one.

"The men've earned Nurgle's bliss, who am I to take it away from them for so little ? No, bring only who is absolutely necessary for the mission, no more, no less. For the shuttle..."

Hagar bent a little forward to the Ordinance master as he spoke, out of a habit he previously had, so as to make his requests clearer and more pronounced. They of then die hard.

"I'll need the ritual components. And hear me well on this one, because getting it right is very important : Seven seeds - Not bags of seeds, individual seeds - A patch of dirt that hasn't been planted upon for seven terran years - Months, if we only have that alternative - And finally, I'll need six of our gardners, the most talented ones on board. Get them onboard, we'll be descending soon."