After the Tempest dropped out of warp around Delta Station in the St. John's system, Damian climbed into the pilot's chair on the bridge, and immediately started to monitor the comms traffic and sensors. Damian knew that coming back to St. John's with a ton of contraband was risky, but he was banking on his close friendship with the Governor to protect him from any overzealous Imperial authorities ... but that was assuming the tyranids, or anything else, hadn't killed everyone yet.
Damian got a sense from the comms traffic and sensors that the situation was still tenuous but that the survivors were still holding on. He noticed that a few trade ships were in orbit around the ice moon that was home to the station, while the number of civilian refugee ships in system was about half of what it had been roughly a month before. No Imperial Navy ships were present in the system, but Damian wasn't surprised.
Once he had piloted the Tempest into a stable orbit around the moon, he opened up a comm channel to Governor Colby. Oddly though he didn't get an immediate answer. I guess he is busy being important, Damian thought, feeling annoyed at the inconvenience.
Colby spent the next hour chatting on the coms with some of the trade ship captains that were in orbit. The captains filled him in on recent events in the system. The trade ships had come to the system at the request of Sector were Imperial Merchant ships that had been detailed to St. John's to bring in relief supplies to the system. That, combined with the departure of a large number of civilian vessels for the recently conquered Tau colony, had significantly improved the humanitarian situation. However, Delta Station and a number of vessels had suffered from attacks by individual tyranid organisms that had somehow escaped during the evacuation of Saint John's. These attacks had killed scores of people over the last few weeks and were making the authorities nervous. One Captain said he had heard a rumor that the Ordo Medicae was even planning to quarantine the system over concern of future Tyranid infestations, and that as a result, many people were desperate to get out of the system as soon as possible. That would mean the end of relief supplies and eventual doom for the remaining survivors.
"Thanks for filling me in Captain Obvio, keep the Faith Alive. The Emperor Prevails," Damian closed down the comm channel.
Damian was about to go back to the kitchen to brew up a cup of synth coffee, when he heard a signal from Governor Colby coming in over the comms. It wasn't an audio feed though, just a text message.
Need to meet with you soon. You can land the Tempest at landing pad a. Then go to the conference room on B level.
Kevon, who was looking over the comms screen scratched his beard.
"So Captain, what do you think? Trap?"
Damian nodded. "Probably."
"So what do we do then?"
Damian grinned as he stepped over to where he kept his compact "Pocket" autopistol.
"We spring the trap," He answered calmly.