Roboute Guilliman is working on logistics, trying his very best to keep the imperium intact. And he’s doing one hell of a job. While he is working on his paperwork, he feels a disturbance in the warp. Something… not from the world he currently resides… or maybe even universe. He becomes alert, and for good reason. A rift opens on his ceiling and a person falls and hits the ground with incredible force. The primarch keeps his stoic face, but not without its hint of amusement and curiosity