Research Station Epsilon

Ar'Mat find the Archives poorly maintained. A lack of personnel and too many data added, copied and removed in the aftermath of the Tyranid attack left thing disorganized.

There were, however, thousands of reports, communication transcript and recording from the planetary defense available. Alot of time would be required to catalog and extract relevant information from them.

There is also more traditional archives installed when the planet was reintegrated in the Imperium earlier in the Crusade.
The research of the Deathwatch apothecaries was nowhere to be found in the archive.

Stein follows the second guard to the colonel ready room...
He waits for the guard to exit before speaking, "Colonel Alynal Mavis, I'm sorry we didn't have time to speak sooner, but I think that taking a few minutes together to discuss would be mutually beneficial...

Stein enter what is probably the main war room of the station. The walls are covered with screens and device, most of them turn off. In the middle, a standing oval table built to accommodate 20 officers is occupied by the lone Colonel Mavis. She is a middle aged woman with impeccable posture and sharp features. When she notices Stein waiting for the guard to exit, she makes a small hand gesture and immediately the few officers operating the screens head out of the room also.

The Colonel invite Stein to join him around the table and size him up respectfully, her eyebrow only raising slightly at his casual appearance. "Indeed, Sir. We all owe a debt to your Chapter here. I would be grateful for an opportunity to repay it."

Cloten makes his way to the kitchens as he did in Erioch. Helping clean up and prepare food, using his large size to the benefit of the seemingly mundane keeps him humble. Battling pride is a chore etched into him by instructors long ago. To little avail. But his easy manner and willingness to do hard work while sharing impossible takes of the heroics of the Adeptus Astartes is never turned away.

After the effort is complete, while sharing the customary tea, he asks the staff about the Tyranid threat that this starting is so focused on. What have they heard, where patrols and efforts are focused, and is the station more or less at ease than previously.

Cloten's entrance in the kitchen causes a bit of a commotion as everyone immediately stop working and stand at the far side of the room, unsure what to do. After a bit of prompting, reassuring and a kind order or two, the kitchen slowly comes back to its usual liveliness. Well, apart for the 1 meter distance around Cloten that nobody seem to ever use for some reason.

It takes most of the day to get the worker to start getting more than one word answer from the people there, but Cloten do learn that the base is on edge lately. The kill team coming back bloodied and even wounded as got the grunts afraid that the Tyranid are coming back.

Cloten is also confident that, if he comes back a few more days, it'll be easier to get them talking openly as they get accostomed to his presence.

Cloten takes the rebuff as best he can. His demeanor when alone is downright grumpy. Without the comradery of soldier life, it isn't much a life at all. But he isn't one to give up easily. The next day he'll repeat the chores, knowing that pride goeth before a fall. If his manner gains him no trust, familiarity may.

"I don't know how much you had been debrieffed about our presence. I know that in some places, there can be tension between Imperial troops and space marines, but in my mind, we are all doing the Emperor's work. We have cleansed a tyranid nest but I suspect there may be more... I would like to request the Imperial troops assistance in finding any signs of more nest. Can I count on you?

@Cloten On your second day, some of the workers get more comfortable with you. By the end of the shift, as you gather them for tea, a few of them can almost forget that you are a mythical figure descending directly from the God-Emperor.

You tell stories of heroism and sacrifice against the foes of Humanity and you hear some about the horror and despair that they felt when the Tyranid blackened the skies of Treyen. Even with almost all the Regiment of the Orpheus Salient assembled on this planet, not only was it not enough to stop the tide descending from the Hive Fleet, but they had feared not even being able to slow them down long enough for reinforcement to arrive. Until, like a miracle from the Emperor, the Imperial troops launched suddenly a planetwide all out assault and stopped the monstrous xenos. Reinforcement from Space Marines arrived later to clean up the rest of the planet and the Hive Fleet just went away.

The small contingent that was left behind struggled to keep watch over an entire planet with their limited ressources. The Tyranid was though to be dealt with, that is until the Kill-Team came back bathed in xenos blood. And now fear and rumors were sweeping in the Guards again.

@Stein "I was mostly informed that you were coming, I do not know about your mission, although I have my guesses. You have my thanks for exterminating this threat. I am not certain, however, of how I could be of assistance. We are already stretched thin as it is monitoring the planet. While it is worrying that such a nest as been found, I fail to see what more we can do other than what we are doing already."

Simple, as soon as you have any hints or signs of tyranid presence, you tell us and we go investigate. If we find something, we'll make sure there is nothing left when we leave. Then rinse and repeat until there is no more enneies of mankind left.

@Stein "Understood, I will definitely inform you if any trace of Tyranid presence is discovered. I suspect though, that if there are other nests, they are well hidden and we may not have the ressource to find it.

On the matter of mutual benefit, would you have a contraindication to me passing the word to the troops that the nest you found was thoroughly eradicated?"

I don't, as long as they are aware there may be more nest to eradicate.