Techmarine Corvina Cauris calls her methods “practical deviations.” She never breaks from equipment regulations, she just interprets its margins. Her tools are modified for efficiency, her calibrations half a hair from standard, her results flawless. The Magi grumble; Legate Presca does not. Every boltgun she’s serviced fires smoother, every reactor she’s tuned runs longer. Wargear

When walls refuse to fall, when tanks grind a line into stalemate, Squad Caeloria is called, descending from orbit in a drop pod to the exact coordinates where they are needed. Once on the ground, their meltas carve through steel and ceramite alike, making paths where none exist. They are not remembered for glory, but…