Inside the Upper Echelons chambers of the Battle Barge Sea Serpent, within the Primarch's private hall.
Teams of Auto-Servitor Robots waved mechanical tentacles back and forth over a dismantling platform, washing the Vibranium Power Armor, caked with countless fragments of flesh and blood, with a special mixture of disinfectant and holy water.
Upon the Metal Throne, Rorschach, his massive body clad only in casual clothing, listened as Tyberus, the increasingly burly Great White Company Commander, delivered his report.
"Honored Primarch, judging solely by the fleet's current condition."
"The unexpected emergence of the Geller Iron Plague has inflicted devastating losses upon countless mortals. Among several hundred vessels of all sizes, at least several Strike Cruisers and over a hundred Sword-class Frigates and Cobra Destroyers have been temporarily disabled. Nearly three million mortal crewmen and ordinary servants also had to be personally slaughtered by us."
"Fortunately, four Battle Barges and more than twenty Strike Cruisers carried large numbers of chaplain brothers. The Geller Iron Plague was discovered before it could fully spread aboard them. That is at least a small blessing amid this disaster. The numbers and combat strength of our more than ten thousand Astartes have suffered little loss."
The instant Tyberus's deep voice fell silent.
Rorschach's nostrils flared slightly as he drew a deep breath, instinctively narrowing his eyes.
His cold gaze, utterly devoid of emotion, swept over the Vibranium Power Armor being meticulously cleaned before he said to Tyberus below:
"Has the Expeditionary Fleet truly been crippled to that extent? I do not think so."
"However, the loss of vast numbers of mortal crewmen has caused serious problems with the basic operation of some ships. Even if I have the Production Lines within Hero Tower temporarily manufacture large numbers of Auto-Servitor Robots, they cannot fill so many vacant combat