Iax looked at Calando, and Calando stared at Faral.
The storm troopers looked from Faral to Calando.
Silence hung over the scene.
"We merely did what we were supposed to do." Faral had no intention of defending himself.
After all, the Inquisition's operations always came with bloodshed. Only this time, it was not the blood of enemies, traitors, xenos, or daemons that had been spilled. The hot blood and bodies of loyal sons lay strewn throughout the passageway.
The last time something like this had happened, the fleet and soldiers dispatched by the Inquisition had nearly been wiped out by a certain force of the Legiones Astartes.
The current situation was exceptionally difficult for Faral.
This mechanical construct, which appeared to have quite a history behind it, was a far more complicated matter than an ordinary Space Marine Chapter. It involved a Primarch, and the Imperial Regent at that. Whatever happened, Faral could no longer complete his mission now.
"You have no authority to take any action against the ancient construct. When I have an audience with Lord Guilliman, I will report your reckless actions, as well as the additional losses your rash decision has inflicted on the Imperium. Inquisitor."
At Calando's words, Faral could only wave a hand, signaling the others to pass this target by and continue their mission.
As for Calando's position, he already understood it perfectly.
"Once I have completed this mission, I will go to the Inquisition myself to settle the matter."
With the other man offering him a way out, Faral could only let it go.
Forcibly taking away a member of the Victrix Guard aboard a cruiser belonging to the Ultramarines.
Faral did not dare entertain the thought.
If he caused the Ultramarines and the Inquisition to start fighting right here, the daemons