Less actually. I am not sure if our laser rifles are equivalent of lasguns or 30k lasrifles (lasgun with extra range on tabletop) but even if it is the latter, our men don't have modern body armor not even basic flak, nor special/heavy weapons or vehicle support.Well yeah they are Eldar and we are a crippled ship and on the ground we have sentients who were just equipped to a similar standard as the Imperial Guard.
What became clear to you over this period of contest was that while this being was certainly mad, it knew what it was doing in an educated sense. Much of the scrap codes were simply nonsense that were being generated by the beings sheer corruptive presence, but when it assailed you it did so with deadly precision and consistent intent.
When it caught you off guard with new mechanical tendrils that sought to dig into fresh corridors below its deck of the ship you had nearly lost the contest for a time but it caused you to realize something gravely important. It was angry, in a specifically possessive way, and more importantly it was trying to seize control of any sensors it could find. It knew where they should have been and had run multiple times into dead sensors that greatly infuriated the being.
Compared to its planetary sister, Vereena IV seemed rather bleak to Sila. While still a healthy planet flora-wise, with its large forests, small and scattered seas and continent striding plains, she got the creeps the closer she got to the planet and its supposed research site. Given what she had been informed of by the ship, that wasn't too surprising. Between horrifying warp predators in its ancient past and anti-psykers who might still be alive she quite clearly understood that her powers were going to be of little use here, and possibly a danger to herself. As such she had armed herself far more heavily than usual, equipped with an environmental suit and armed with a graviton rifle. Hopefully sufficient to fight off any primitive attackers she made her way down to the planet with just an android escort to keep her company and potentially haul whatever of value they might find on this world.
For the most part it looked mostly untouched, but thousands of years of decay had clearly claimed a fair portion of the facilities systems. A whole wing of the facility seemed to have been crushed under the weight of the mountain above it and if the directions she received from her maps were correct, likely took out the main reactor with it.
As such, she mostly prioritized checking out the main computer core over anything else. Overall that was likely the correct decision as there was a wealth of knowledge to be pillaged from their depths once she had the android bring in a portable reactor.
She really didn't understand what most of the documents were talking about, even with the highest level security clearance she had been granted through the ship's misadventure on the station, but it clearly seemed to be a thorough and largely untouched database on psionics. The bits she could understand seemed to mostly be covering the scale of psionic powers and their reverse, while other documents covered what the researchers deemed to be various known entities and known types of creatures from within the warp. These seemed a lot more unsettling to read over and she decided to avoid doing so given this place's already chilling feeling to her senses. After spending a fair chunk of the year transferring all the data she could get out of the systems she eventually stumbled into what was giving her such terror in this place: its biological experiments facility. While most of the living subjects were released back into the planetary population once evacuation orders were given, the vast majority of their biological data was left in place in the hopes of eventual reclamation.
Clearly they had never returned, but nearly all of their equipment and samples were left in pristine condition within the facility, due to the rather paranoid inclusion of multiple redundant small reactors which power its storage systems. While she didn't salvage any of the equipment she uploaded and stored what information she could find here as well, while mostly trying to ignore the rather menacing aura that blanketed the room until she finally had to confront it when she finally made her way into checking out the specimens stored here. For the most part it largely seemed to have been just scraps of genetic data, each of which gave her a headache to even look at but near the back of the facility there seemed to be a near hoard of human embryos. The sole uniting factor between them was that she could barely look at them without wanting to vomit. Presumably these all held some level of anti-psionic capabilities, and knowing how important they might be she used every ounce of willpower she had gained this year to simply leave dealing with all that to the androids. She really wanted to destroy them, but she also knew that whatever impulse was telling her to do so was not from the rational part of her mind and she struggled to overcome that.
Within a year he had charted the settlements of all of the refugees and had tied in districts of administration of the new ministries to each of the settlement clusters. While they were very simple for now he had assembled a basic system of budgets and taxes that applied for all the settlements and which alongside a streamlined system of welfare and state employment would set the population into a perfectly productive and reasonably happy state of affairs.
Having taken some samples of her blood during normal operations you covertly scanned her genome and it does seem somewhat anomalous. While still largely similar to the usual human genome, it seems that she carries a number of mutated genes from her parents. She likely is going to remain the same nice human she is, but it seems she might be rather prone to mutation and you figure it likely wise to keep her isolated from matters of the warp.
Through observation of her going about her life for the rest of the year you've also discovered two other facets of her personality that you can certainly appreciate but which also raise fair amounts of concern. The first is that she is genuinely tireless in her work. Not in your mechanically enhanced way but in that she keeps herself busy during nearly every hour of the day and frankly seems easily pushed into periods of burnout due to this.
The second point is what worries you however, as she seems largely too ambitious and keen to politicking for her own good. You can respect the levels of work she's been doing to try and advance her position within the refugees as a uniting figure, and much of it has been genuinely beneficial. What worries you though is the favor trading. Without any real currency to bargain with she's been making deals with the other members of your crew to advance her figurative career and has earned that position of near universal praise through a mixture of clever politicking and genuine humanitarianism. Most of the multitude of deals you've been checking over seem to be fairly benign and mostly relate to having her crew work to do some such task or care for some of the children and elderly of the various others. However, she seems to have become deeply indebted to Maximilian at some point prior to your acquisition of the Vega, and only relieved part of her debt last year, when she let Maximilian take on her job for a few days.
While you brought her in for proper questioning after hearing of this, it seems like she had no direct relation to whatever the beast in your hold was. Seemingly, even Maximilian had only requested to look at some relatively mundane data relating to Viridia and the military. Worrying, but not to a massive degree and given pre-existing understanding of their mentalities you don't think either of these two were actually responsible. Maximilian is certainly worth investigating but is unlikely to be a primary conspirator.
However, through the long term examination of sensor data and analysis of when and where Sister Amara began feeling uneasy about her work you are able to note the appearance of one of the Realmers that seems to have carried a loaded container back into the depths of your computer cores despite their job, and who was not seen again with that container. Given the mess of your core currently you'll need to dedicate time to figuring out what exactly happened, but it may be high time to investigate the Realmers to see if this was merely an accident or an extremely well thought out plot to seize control on the part of some random refugee. Worryingly, it seems like this individual also disappeared around the same time as the warp beast appeared and through questioning of Leena, seems to have been trying to pressure her to join in on his own interpretation of their creed that has been spreading through the Realmers for some time now. She strongly disagreed with him, but that portion of the movement seems worthy of investigation.
With the entity purged from your hull you've far more calm now than you were last year. Things are finally looking up, and with everyone settled the population needs far less micromanagement on your part to survive. It's a turn of events you're quite happy with, but your discoveries last year have certainly put a plug on the optimism.
All would be rendered boring in time, he was sure, but for now he lived the kind of idyllic rural life his grandfather had often longed for before his passing, and he treasured that. His parents had eloped into space, but he did not want to follow in their footsteps, even if the great vastness of space did have some grand appeal. He had holovids, and those holovids were enough for him. Some were personal, passed down from his distant and recent ancestors of treasured moments from their lives while others showed the various forms of entertainment that the great troupes and companies of earth had produced. From romances to adventure to tales of fantasy he and his kin had a banquet of entertainment that he could spend years finishing off. He'd rather have a relaxing life if he could have it, away from all the conflict that the fleet had seen in the last few years. He didn't want to become a bore either, but this new world could hardly be said to be boring, especially with all the new and powerful people that they'd met up with through the years. The old insectoid captain was a hero and the ship they'd been saved by was one of the most venerable flagships of the military. That it had been empty by the time they arrived raised a lot of questions but Marcus really didn't care what the answers were. It'd saved them in a time when very few had been willing to do so, and kept them safe. Maybe it had deserted, maybe it hadn't, he didn't really care. His family was safe, he was safe and while his coursework was awfully boring he'd made friends with the other kids in the settlement. It'd been a good year and he was pretty happy.
Maybe the galaxy had recovered now that everyone could supposedly travel again. If he could, he would like to go back to earth with his girlfriend. If they were still even dating or married in the next few decades that is. It was a beautiful world, along with all the other planets of the solar system, each tended carefully to let life bloom and flourish while everyone lived carefree lives in vast arcologies or orbitals that provided near every amenity. He hoped it wouldn't be too long before the Confederation reformed. Surely everyone wanted a return to that ideal peace?