"..."
As he watched the Astra Militarum soldiers pack up the massive suit of power armor—possibly over three meters tall—Astartes Ultramarine David could not shake a vague sense of unease. He kept feeling as though some presence were watching them.
He did not know what that feeling meant, but he knew his instincts were telling him that this was not a place to linger. They had to leave as soon as possible.
"Well?"
"No problems?"
"Is there anything wrong with the armor?"
After a while, he stepped forward again and began questioning the busy soldiers.
"Reporting, sir!"
"No problems have been found so far!"
Since the technical soldier had said that no issues had been found, David naturally could not press the matter any further.
After all, he himself knew nothing about technology. He did not know what that faint unease was, nor did he know that the armor had a tracking device on it.
Furthermore, "Ork technology" was fundamentally different from their own. After that devastating catastrophe, humanity had lost nearly all of the scientific knowledge from the Golden Age. The surviving people could no longer understand the principles behind advanced technology, and in order to survive and preserve what remained, they could only wrap the procedures for operating their remaining technology in sacred religious rituals, developing an entire system of belief centered around the Machine God.
Within the Imperium of Man, science had long since become archaeology, technology was ritual, and innovation was heresy. Naturally, they had no way of understanding the advanced tracking systems and technology of the Star Sector's humans, much less crack and counter them.
Perhaps certain priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus, or the Techmarines among the Ultramarines, would understand such things. But no one like that was present, so there was naturally nothing more