Following the standard procedures laid out in the Codex Astartes, the Primarch ordered the Dark Angels to travel to the Solar Sanctum and reclaim some of their previously submitted Gene-seed Tithe to rebuild their Chapter.
After writing one order, he picked up another intelligence report and began reading.
"Um, Lord Regent, aren't we supposed to be... having a secret meeting?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?" Guilliman never stopped working. He even tossed Evan another report concerning other Astartes.
"Take a look. Is this report genuine?"
"Lord Regent, weren't we discussing the defence of Terra... Fake. They definitely don't need this much. They must have captured something enormously expensive to maintain." With his years of experience fleecing the Imperium, Evan spotted at once that every supply request in the report was excessive.
"Then look at this one."
Evan thought, Me? A rebel leader? And you want me reviewing petitions?
"Didn't you say it yourself?" Guilliman replied. "We're meeting in secret to discuss the defence of Terra. Aren't these troop movements all part of the defensive perimeter?"
Uh...
Well, yes, but...
There really was no one more familiar than Evan with coordinating warriors from so many different Gene-seed lineages, but did Guilliman have some fundamental misunderstanding of a White Scars Son's administrative abilities?
Never mind Evan. Just look at the territory the Khan ruled. What even was that? A tribal confederation?
The White Scars Big Boss reluctantly began analysing the Chapters' deployments across the Segmentum Solar. He only examined the more conspicuous portions, then settled a dozen matters concerning the placement of Chapters arriving from afar that the Primarch tossed his way. After that, the Primarch began his test.
"Now you're a traitor trying to stop the plan inside the Imperial Palace. Come on. Simulate an attack."
Alpharius understood perfectly well that