Lox had wanted to continue touring the planetary shipyard with the starship pilots he had chosen.
But Guilliman's communication had already reached the relay station in space. He urgently needed Lox to return.
"Farewell for now, Captain Gantula. The primarch has some important matter for me. When we meet face-to-face again, we can drink and make merry."
"A brief parting is for the sake of a future reunion," Gantula said in farewell, using a Chogorian turn of phrase.
The next second, Lox's projection appeared directly within the primarch's court.
"What happened? Why did you summon me in such a rush?"
The injuries caused by the earlier assassination attempt were not particularly serious for a primarch. After receiving treatment, Guilliman had once again thrown himself into his endless work.
The lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, the most exalted man in the entire eastern galaxy, did not even have a second to consider matters of enjoyment.
He had to remain ceaseless, absolutely rational, and mindful of the greater good.
Guilliman set down the quill in his hand, his expression grave.
"Do you remember the meteor that fell from the skies above Macragge before I received those Alpha Legion assassins? I sent Hero Valentius Dorlo to handle the matter. There is now detailed information."
Lox did not need to think much about it. It had only happened recently, but Guilliman's assassination had been such a major event that it had instinctively made everyone downplay this minor matter.
"Of course I remember. Weren't you furious that Macragge's defenses had allowed a meteor to break into the atmosphere so easily? You even spotted it first with your own eyes."
"Is there something wrong with that meteor? Is it worth all this trouble?"
Roboute had not yet said anything, but Lox could sense something unusual