[b]Kota![/b]

[Pharmacy] This is a fully stocked drug lab. This is the [i]good [/i]shit, the kind that the Magos cut eight times, and the Skitarii cut four more before it reaches the poor bloody infantry. You've got here painkillers enough to turn a house of Spire nobles into Sisters Repentia, or turn a stint in a Penitence Engine into a beach vacation. You've got the kind of combat drugs that would let you punch through a stone wall with your bare hands.

Let's be real. On the shelf here? This is [i]superpowers[/i]. Faster than a speeding Impulsor, leap tall buildings in a single bound [i]superpowers[/i]. It is also [i]cash money[/i] if you sell it to the right connect. You could build an entire orphanage for the Order with the street value of this stuff. [i]Forget [/i]the hunt, [b]this [/b]is your big break.

[b]Secunda![/b]

"Oh, you know," said Pinel modestly, and you could hear Stoll's eyes boring into the back of her skull. "I prayed to the Omnissiah and studied the Machine God's sacred texts and the mysteries revealed themselves to me. Praise the Omnissiah, and may we all walk the Path of Knowledge in His light."

[Flattery] That's interesting. You took the right track and played to her ego but that was a [i]disciplined [/i]non-answer. She didn't almost slip, didn't humble brag, didn't jab anyone, didn't even imply that it was simple. You have genuinely never heard her that locked down and controlled. 

That implies a few very interesting things. One is that she didn't figure it out on her own or from a book; she wouldn't shut up about it if she did. Two is that she has a teacher who she genuinely respects. Three is that teacher has a desire for secrecy.

[Diagnosis] It is not the ira'Azura. A relief; the vast serpentine xenos empire of the Endless Azure Skies is a peer to the Imperium of Man's greatest sectors both in terms of scale and in terms of institutional rot. The Forgeworld Draupnir was the final port of the Great Crusade and the terminus of the Imperium; the Skies beyond never knew the fury of the Legions. That campaign was cancelled when the Astartes all turned around and headed back towards Terra. 

Luckily, something similar seemed to have happened within the Skies. A vast amount of Hollzenstein's wealth was carved from that collapsing edifice, and their presence here would either mean the hand of the Secessionist or that that they had shaken free from their slumber. Neither would have been welcome.

It is not the Men of Stone. It is not the Slythid. It is not the Aeldari. It is not the T'au. It is not the Khysirid. It is not any of a dozen other major or minor xenos species that you have encountered in your travels. It is nothing from the Houndclaw sector.

And so you reach beyond, to a database covering a region that would take ten years to reach if the Warp was calm - and it is the very first thing you check.

There is no mistaking. Humanity has oceans of their blood. The machine hisses as it gives its verdict. The chattering servo-skull on the wall clatters, spilling sickly white cables in its fury, as it announces for all to hear:
+THE BOOK BURNERS+
+THE BARBARIANS+
+THE FACE OF IGNORANCE+
+KILL KILL KILL+
+THE ORKS HAVE COME+