And in the beginning:
To my surprise, dealing with the Genestealers in the lower levels took even longer on Terra despite having Stormtroopers and an even few Custodes between me and the pure strains. Worse, Jurgen could not use his driving skills to make up the time, since running over hundreds of pilgrims would make my shaky position even shakier. So while we stood at an intersection letting yet another crowd to pass by, I spent the time looking around, taking in the scenery. Some things that I saw were somehow different and a slight suspicion started growing in me.
By time I arrived to the Council meeting half an hour later, most of the Hight Lords have already gathered, with Roboute Guilliman already discussing something with a few clerks deeper in the chamber while many High Lords stood slightly closer, almost separating themselves.
"Ah Lord Commander" - Immediately after I shrugged off my coat and handed it to Jurgen, two other Lords whose exact names and titles I couldn't remember were greeting me and I decided to address both issues while shaking their hands.
"There he is, eh? What a great man, I've seen a lot of leaders but that, that is a Primarch" I said almost-absentmindedly, while checking their expressions. One to the left of me looked slightly grim while the one on the right almost tried to avoid my eyes. I decide to press on.
"Tell me something, why is the Guard being replaced by Astartes all over Terra?" I was smiling, but I was very frakking furious.