The Lamenters were very rarely well rested. A chapter always on the move. Even after a really straining week of defending a blockade from an onslaught of Tyranids, there was one space marine on board that would rather wander around the cargo hold of the giant main vessel of the fleet.

Stomping towards the repair and upkeep hall. A large busy room at the heart of the ship. Mechanics and Engineers buzzed around like a beehive in this slightly too warm mechanical maze. Most Lamenters gave their broken gear to their servants, to be brought down here and fixed or replaced. Yet, there was one with rather particular taste. A space marine that was rather attached to his weapon, as it was passed down to him from his best friend. He liked to be there when it was fixed. Most Mechanics already scowl at the sight of his face.

Having to maneuver a space marine around a room with delicate equipment was… a challenge. Yet, there was a particular engineer who took a liking to the gruff, slightly inconvenient soldier.