The Victrix Guard veteran thought it made sense, but refused to entertain that line of speculation.
"My mission is to transport five thousand suits of Power Armor to the Expeditionary Force."
"Did the Lord Regent say what you should do if we don't have that many suits here?"
"My Gene-Father would never deceive me." Evan had figured it out. The Primarch had quite a sense of humor, sending over a veteran this damned stubborn, who insisted on getting exactly that many.
"We don't have them, and that's that. Search all my warships and territory wherever you like. I could even take you to inspect my Homeworld right now. We simply don't have that many."
The Light of the People circled in outer space with its stealth systems active, as though watching the show.
Ina's long legs blocked the screen again, and Evan slapped them aside.
The picture grew somewhat blurry. The camera was enveloped in anti-psyker power, but the machine spirit of the data cable transmitting the daemon footage seemed very unstable.
"Think carefully about every tiny expression the Lord Regent made when he gave you the order, and everyone who was present."
The Honour Guard veteran was baffled too. Calgar had relayed his orders, and the selection "should" have been random. He really had been one of those who had "eagerly volunteered."
"You mean the Primarch's real order was for me to transport the Knight army from this Knight World, keeping it as a secret force no one knows about until the crucial moment? No. If that were the case, my great Gene-Father would have said so plainly. The Ultramarines stand united. He would have summoned me privately."
"Uh, think again. Did you receive any other tasks, or are there any other stops on your route?"
The veteran did