a few hours ago.
When Eisenstein ended Warp's obstacles and finally arrived at Segmentum Solar, Garro stood in front of Bridge's Observation Window, his eyes passed through the closing Warp Rift and fell towards the stars in the distance.
The sun's rays are like huge torches in this Star Cluster, shining on the huge Ship floating on Orbit.
But Garro did not feel warm. His tired eyes squinted slightly in the sun, like a person who had trekked in the desert for too long and finally saw the outline of the oasis, but was not sure whether he was alive or had fallen into a hallucination.
He saw Imperial Fists Legion Fleet gathering in the distance.
Those huge Warships are arranged in a tight array, and the armor of each Ship is painted with the yellow logo of Imperial Fists, which looks like rows of city walls under the rays of the sun.
And the huge Phalanx, which guards Terra all year round, stands in the most conspicuous position of Fleet Group. The giant Fortress ship is like a floating mountain, occupying the center of the entire field of vision, surrounded by Escort Frigate and Cruiser.
Its size makes even those Battleship look like children's toys, looking small and cramped next to the outline of its huge hull.
Eisenstein drives into Solar Star System.
The moment it crossed the invisible boundary formed by the Stars magnetic field and the Orbital Defenses system, Imperial Fists's communication was inserted into Eisenstein.
An access signal lit up on the Bridge receiving panel. The screen stabilized after a brief noise, and a face wearing Helmet appeared.
The eyes under that Helmet are calm and sharp, without any unnecessary emotion.
Sigismund, has been appointed as the deputy of the Imperial Fists Legion First Company Commander, Dorn.
He stood in a Imperial Fists Warship and a Bridge, with dense combat displays behind him, and his eyes fell directly on Garro through the screens.
"Eisenstein, Death Guard Seventh Company Commander Garro." Sigismund's voice came from the communicator, "You do not have the permission code to enter the Terra peripheral Orbit area."
"Your Warship is not registered on any entry list. Please explain your identity and purpose of arrival, otherwise you will be forcibly deported immediately."
Garro did not avoid that gaze. He took off Helmet, his expression was tired and determined, with a calmness that had transcended all hesitations.
When he spoke, his voice was neither high nor low, but it was like a stone thrown into calm water, causing ripples.
"Warmaster rebelled, Sigismund."
Communications Channel heard a very light inhalation sound, like a cut thread stretched taut in the air.
Garro continued, "Horus·Lupercal and their Sons of Horus Legion betrayed Imperium and surrounded and suppressed several Legion including Loyalist Faction, including Word Bearers."
Those words were like a handful of cold Dagger, piercing from the edge of Segmentum Solar into the Imperial Fists Fleet communication network.
Sigismund fell into silence.
The silence didn't sound like he was considering a response, but more like his brain was refusing to process the information.
The combatants behind him also seemed to have pressed the pause button, and everyone stopped what they were doing.
Within a few seconds, both sides were in a state of Silence.
Those few seconds seemed to be stretched to an almost unbearable length.
Finally, Sigismund's words broke this Silence.
His voice was lower than before, as if he was squeezing out every word through his teeth. "Garro, are you crazy?"
There was no anger in his tone, only a kind of forcibly suppressed disbelief.
He preferred to believe that he was facing a crazy Death Guard officer, rather than facing a messenger who was announcing that Galaxy had fallen into rebellion Warfire.
Because the former can still be isolated, treated, and eliminated, while the latter will drag the entire Imperium of Man into a sea of blood.
"No, Sigismund, I'm not crazy." Garro's voice was still steady, "On the contrary, I am very sober."
"Tell this matter to Dorn. I must report it to Emperor in person."
Those words fell into Communications Channel like stones into a deep well.
Sigismund is quiet again over there.
The silence this time was longer and heavier than before.
Garro did not rush, because he knew that a warrior like Sigismund needed time to digest such information, even if he just relayed it as the ravings of an unidentifiable madman.
He also knew that, whether he relayed it or not, the conversation itself had already started the gears of Imperial Fists turning.
He stood in the center of Bridge, like a long nail driven into the border of the chessboard, waiting for the owner of the chessboard to respond.
Time passes in silence.
Eisenstein continued to sail in the direction of Terra Starport, its engine leaving a cooling trail in the sun's rays.
Garro can see that Phalanx is still standing in Fleet Group, and the huge outline is moving slowly in the field of vision.
And just as the bow of Eisenstein was preparing to dock at Terra At the moment of Starport, Alarm resounded through Bridge. Garro suddenly looked up and saw those Imperial Fists around Starport who were originally operating on their respective Orbit Fleet suddenly changed its formation. Several Battleship ships bearing the Imperial Fists Legion mark surrounded Eisenstein from both sides, surrounding Eisenstein in the center.
The muzzles of their Macro-cannon slowly turned and were aimed at Eisenstein.
Immediately afterwards, a new signal was connected to the communication panel.
A deep and angry voice poured out from the Bridge speaker, like rolling thunder muffled in an iron shell.
"I am Roger Dorn, and you are Garro, right."
The voice was not generous, but it carried a heavy pressure, as if every word would leave a dent in the listener's chest.
Primarch and Defender of Terra of Imperial Fists are now using a cold command to press the entire existence of Garro into a narrow range.
Garro's fingers tightened slightly on Control Console, but he did not avoid or flinch.
He raised his head and his eyes fell on the position represented by the signal on the communication panel, in the direction of Phalanx.
"Give up any resistance and park Warship next to Phalanx. I want you to come to me on Phalanx alone. You are not allowed to be armed." Dorn's voice had no room for change. It was like a closing iron wall, framing every step of Garro on the established trajectory.
"If you dare to be armed, I think the real traitor is not Horus, but you, Garro."
After that voice fell, the communication was cut off, and Bridge fell into dead silence again.
The surrounding Imperial Fists Battleship are still slowly tightening their encirclement. Sunlight shines through the portholes of Eisenstein, but it cannot dispel the shadow that has enveloped everyone in Bridge at this moment.
Garro slowly released Control Console's fingers and looked down at the mounting point on his waist.
Next, take off the Power Sword from the waist.