"Remind me, Farseer, why did we bring them here?"
"All shall be revealed, Exarch. Go back to Dire Avenging."

Following the carnage at the garden shop, Governor Kharlod herself came by in her carriage (an old Leman Russ Main Battle Tank). Since it took 5 minutes to get from the palace to the shop, this meant Spock and Sulu were still there by the time she arrived. Normal business had resumed, as though Imperial citizens saw smashed windows, stolen cars, and police chases all the time. The governor, now dispensing with her wig and wearing a helmet like the constables, shoved a few of the retail adepts aside and went straight to the Starfleet officers. "By his beneficence, past-people, I hope your visit was not disrupted too much."
"Not at all," Sulu said. "Governor, is there a loyalty card or something I can have for this planet?"
"There's a Friends of Reolaz membership but you won't be having any use for it. The Inquisition is coming to see you, the Eldar, and his collaborators."
"Do you require us to come with you?" Spock asked.
"Yes. Meet us by the pagoda in 10 minutes."
"May we have a lift?"
"Lift? In the governor's carriage? Who do you think you are? Constables!"
A pair of heavily armoured soldiers stepped behind Spock & Sulu. The Commander and the Lieutenant felt the muzzles in their backs.
"Constables, take these two to the pagoda in what you believe to be an appropriate fashion. I recognise that you two are veterans, do your worst."
Spock was about to speak when one of the heavies grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

"Beautiful view," said Lieutenant Masters as she took in the sight of the whole primary garden in the daylight.
"Yes," Lieutenant JG Arla sighed. The quantum mechanics specialist rubbed her face again. The front of her head had never stopped aching since the Thasian encounter and she'd already given up on painkillers. "How many species have you seen?"
"12 and they all call themselves human. Why are Romulans separate?"
"I wouldn't be surprised that they'd go their own way. I'm more surprised the Klingons think themselves human."
"Hello," said a new, echoing, high voice. "Behind you."
Before the Starfleet officers was a glowing, thin, tall figure floating in the gap above the stairs. "Greetings, madam," said Masters.
"I am an Exarch of the Warp Spiders, Craftworld Biel-Tan. You recently met Gabriel Angelos. You are from the past."
"How do you know?"
"It is true then. The Exarch has decided she wants... I have decided I want to talk to you in advance. The Governor has an Eldar prisoner. Listen to him."
"Why should we trust a Romulan?"
"Who?"
"Why should we trust you?"
"Because no matter what I say, everything I say is true. Even your Imperium knows this. They say of us that if you ask us a question, we'll give you three different answers, all of which are true and terrifying to know."
"We'll keep that in mind," Arla said. "Wait... This was you wasn't it?"
"No comment. I depart now."

2 weeks warp transit average distance away

In the void, the spiky, vast, rugged leviathan known as Warrant of Trade Starship Voyager stopped before the lumpy blob of metal hanging in the void. "We're here," said the Space Wolf Lord in the small chamber his troops had stayed in. "The Rogue Trader will wait here for us as we explore this Space Hulk. Watch for the Greenskins, the Great Devourer, and the rest. For the Allfather!"
"For the Allfather!" shouted the hairy giants.

2 minutes later

"Contact!" shouted Blood Claw Faru, a newly ascended Space Marine. "Plague Marines!"
Indeed, the night-black, decaying tunnels of the Space Hulk contained green, bloated, pus-ridden giants in similarly conditioned armour.
"Another contact!" said the gruff Rune Priest. "Odd."
The Space Hulk also had blue, glowing, robotic giants.
"Rubric Marines?" said the Wolf Lord. "Let them fight it out. Let the traitors give each other the deaths they deserve."
Yet when the supersoldiers of the rival Chaos Gods met, they did not fight. Instead, they turned to the spot the Space Wolves were watching from.
"For the Allfather!" yelled the Wolf Lord.
Bolters raised. Chainswords spun.

RAARK-CRUMP-BOOM!
DAKKA!
VROOM!
BONK!

"What are you doing?" asked the Rune Priest as he came to grips with a snot-covered Traitor Marine.
"Infect, kill, capture," said the hulk as it shrugged off a sword blow that gouged out his entire stomach. Filthy blood poured out.
The psyker didn't flinch from his enemies gore and continued thrusting his sword and runic staff. "Would you not fight your rival's minions?"
"No."
"Too bad." The Rune Priest breathed in and shouted, "Skíthof Skitnah!"
Despite there being no air anywhere, a cloud still formed in the void. The Rune Priest blinked and thousands of spikes made of previously non-existent air flew into the Plague Marines. The giants reeled, groaning, sighing, recovering.
"Didn't work," sneered the Plague Marine. "Wait... STOP!"

RAARK-CRUMP-BOOM!
DAKKA!

The Rubric Marines had just shot their rivals in the back. They then looked at the Space Wolves.
The Space Wolves looked back.
"I don't like this," said Faru.
"I wasn't expecting you to," the Wolf Lord replied flatly. "As we were..."
In a purple explosion, the ghosts of the Thousand Sons were gone.
"Odd. Let's return to Voyager, get a shower, and analyse our findings."

Half a day of showering later

Now cleaned of Nurgle contamination, the Space Wolves could examine the photos and videos they'd taken of the Space Hulk's component ships. Usual garbage: Old Imperial freighters, Ork Roks, wraithbone corpses, etc, but then their eyes fell on two vessels. "The Rogue Trader will like this," said the Rune Priest.
The first had a circular hull with a rollbar above and nacelles below.
The other was just a circle with nacelles attached. A dish stood at the front.
"The cogitator says the Rogue Trader will receive bounty from the Mechanicus and the Inquisition. I'll give him the good news."

Reolaz Pagoda

"The Eldar gave us these," said Kharlod to the assembled Starfleet crew. "Look, I don't like this. We are just a planet-wide park with some veterans and natives serving as police. If this Eldar was captured, he wanted to be captured."
"Governor," said a high voice. "We're here."
The first to come in was an Andorian shen (a female gender) who looked remarkably like Talunas except she had the usual white hair and round ears. If she was a descendant, she'd also inherited the Admiral's fashion sense. Talunas would've made been even more daring, but Starfleet Command only approved the slightly wider collar and the miniskirt. It had agreed to a high-heel option, but only for captains and above. This Andorian fitted Talunas' vision completely. "I'm not an Inquisitor, past people, they're coming. I am Cardinal Bellum."
"Cardinal, sounds religious," Talunas said as she crossed the pagoda floor to her lookalike dressed in gold. "I'd convert to yours any day."
"You're not so bad yourself. May I present the Inquisitors. Xenos Inquisitor Hamster."
A short Human with remarkably white teeth entered. "Hi, good morning."
"Hereticus Inquisitor Jezza."
In came a taller Human. When he spoke, his voice was the deepest in the room. "Hello, I am an Inquisitor Lord and the best driver... on this world."
"Malleus Inquisitor C-Slow."
A cyborg in red robes with bionic arms projecting from his back wandered in. He still had hair, quite a lot of it. "Hello."
"Their acolytes, their so-called production crew, is downstairs along with their mysterious driver in white armour. This lot will take you away and interview you. They've already given Uljay and Jedra a hard time."
"I gave them a lecture on using children's building blocks to build houses," said C-Slow. "It concerns assessing..."

Space Wolf Cruiser Firemane's Fang

"Inquisitors!" snorted the Klingon Space Marine. "Yes, our brethren have found something interesting. Let's go for it."

Bibliothèque

"We're ready," Gabriel Angelos told the Chapter Serfs on the bridge.
"Navigator reports course projected," said the conn officer.
"Engage," said Ufrat.

Down below, the Starfleet crew had their first glimpse of the images captured by the other Space Wolves that very day.
"Fascinating," said Spock.
"I was only on the Miranda last month," Talunas said. "To think it became interstellar junk lost for tens of thousands of years."
Staring at the other ship, Scotty gasped in wonder and had to have a drink. "It's not possible. That's a museum ship. It can't move!"
"Yet it apparently has," the first officer concluded.
The label was clear to all. On top was the registry NX-01. Below was the name ENTERPRISE.