Dumah

This is just unfair... Just when I thought I broke free of 40K, they go and do this! Love, love, love me some Kroot.

The suspense is killing me! Just give me my rejection already...

Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment!

More likely there would be far less bloat in favor of a focus on the main story. As someone who gave up around Vengeful Spirit due to fatigue and impatience, I would have been all for that.

Odd that I'm seeing very mixed reviews - at the extremes of very good and unreadable. I guess I'll have to read it and judge for myself!

And here I thought no news meant rejection. To quote a wise genius of Old Earth: "...so you're saying there's a chance!"

Biggest win for me so far: Reivers actually being useful!

That's a possibly erroneous assumption on my part. Not really sure that's the case...

I think the Thunder Hammer option will be the go to option for forcing through mortal wounds on units with strong invuln saves and/or FNP.

The Lion got the glow-up he deserves, statwise; people will be happy about that.

I have to be honest: I found it straight-up painful to read. I don't think he really got Space Marines and his unfamiliarity with the setting at large was glaring.

I'd rather see stats reduced, not expanded, for a more streamlined experience. For instance, how about removing Toughness? Oh wait...

Vow complete! Such as it is... “Sir!” The subaltern’s voice rang out, almost panicked, and the major turned to watch over his shoulder as the young officer’s wavering finger traced the path of a new contact flitting across his sensorium screen. “What is that…?” Major Tormann muttered. The subaltern turned to consult the IFF key taped to the corner of his station. The boy paused, jaw hanging half open. Tormann cleared his throat noisily and raised an eyebrow at his subordinate when no answer was forthcoming. “Well?” “Sir…” the young officer began then swallowed hard, setting his prominent Adam's Apple bobbing, “it’s a Thunderhawk Gunship.” A chill of excited fear skittered its way down Tormann’s spine. The Adeptus Astartes are here! It was the major’s turn to swallow hard and he crouched down next to the subaltern, intent on the screen that tracked the gunship’s progress. “Where are they going?” The subaltern shook his head. “It looks like… Sir! They’re headed right for the center of the Waaagh! – are they crazy?” Had he better control of his faculties he would have scolded the subaltern for his impertinence; to even suggest that the Emperor’s own Angels of Death were anything but infallible paragons of His divine wrath was tantamount to heresy. But he had to admit, the boy had a point – there were more than a hundred orks out there, milling in the valley beyond the rocky ridge that separated them from the marauding xenos filth. It was only a matter of time before their giddy, alien animus impelled them to charge the entrenched Imperial positions. How many Space Marines could one gunship carry? Surely not enough for the entire greenskin horde… They watched together as the Thunderhawk traced a path right over the center of the gathered orks, slowing only briefly, presumably to disgorge its lethal cargo. “What should we do?” someone else in the command center asked. Tormann didn’t bother to see who. He was busy watching the sensorium screen as the scarlet carets representing each ork began to go dark in a cascading pattern around the six bright blue runes that had materialized in their midst. The Thunderhawk Gunship circled above the embattled Space Marines, leaving swathes of dead orks in its wake as it strafed them with its awesome weaponry. “Should we help them?” the subaltern asked, looking up at his commander. Appearing at the entrance to the command center behind them, Colonel Rouex chuckled darkly. All eyes turned to the taciturn old warhorse and they made to stand at attention but he waved them off, making his way to stand beside Tormann and the gawking subaltern. “Those are Dragonspears, son. They know a thing or two about killing orks,” he explained. “Best not to get in their way.” Turning back to the sensorium and finding more than half of the red carets gone dark, Tormann could well believe it.

As long as that action is quintessentially 40K in style, it should be fine. Sometimes an outside-looking-in angle can be more illuminating.

I would err on the side of caution with that.