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“Mjorn? Is that not the stuff the Wolfen Venrika consumes?” The Imperial Fist pointed out as his idyllic memory picked up the previous reference of the noun used.
“It is.” The Legionnaire declared outright without much worry himself. “Our Father has modified the drink and proposed a new tradition between both breeds of his sons. The communal consumption of soft spirits.”
“I have heard mortal auxilia doing that.” The Fist remembered as scenes of Imperial Army Soldiers philandering around talking around a series of bottles, “I do not see how that can be productive.”
“My Father has decided that we need a time of rest. That even super-human bodies will start to lose their effectiveness as they work themselves to tire. By taking those moments of rest we will increase our hours of work several fold.”
“And this can be accomplished by taking part in social exercises similar to an Itorator. That sounds like work in and of itself.”
“It does not feel like it.” The Astartes claimed as he began finishing the last of the cleaning, “It is one of the few times where both Acillian and Astartes get together to converse. We do not feel companionship or brotherhood in the tasks we complete, but when we are together elaborating and contemplating our days I feel that brotherhood.”
“So you equate that experience to that when we are both working on our fortifications?”
“I believe that to be an adept analysis. I have extended the invitation if you so wish to test it out yourself.” The 2nd Legionnaire declared as he placed his shovel with the 7th Legionnaires.
With those words the Astartes both gave one last heave. With a mighty toss the last of the sludge was sent flying to welcome their finished floor. They looked out into the line upon lines of battlements that had been constructed since the landing of the shuttle and the sheer volume of defenses. Above them the sky began to light as a massive Void Shield was placed over the entire battlefield.
“I shall consider it and thank you for it.” The Fist replied as they continued working the ditch.
