Suspicious Findings:

Admiral Hipper arrived shortly after I sent word about my predicament, I guess the 42nd fleet doesn’t have much to do while patrolling the interior these days. I had assumed that the 42nd would make quick work of the floating husks that were preventing me from investigating further, but they were at it for nearly two days, the “ships” just kept pouring out of the shipyards making progress slow for the 42nd. I asked the admiral why they couldn’t just go in guns blazing and mow them all down, he responded with a rather concerning look on his face, telling me that the weaponry on the zombie ships was surprisingly powerful and that if they were to rush in they would likely sustain numerous casualties, I suppose the slow approach was preferable in that case. Just as my patience was reaching its limits Hipper gave me the all clear but stayed around just incase something else came up.

I had asked Hipper to do as little damage as possible to the shipyards so I could see the entire picture of what was going on but I guess that request couldn’t be fulfilled, or he just ignored it, that seems more like Hipper anyway. Regardless of the damage I was able to dig up some interesting findings, initially I had assumed that these stations were either remotely activated or had a sort of internal timer that told them to come back online, however, all the evidence suggests that someone on world activated them, despite my initial scans showing no signs of life anywhere on the planet. I had decided to run a few more scans of the planet, this time from a much closer range, luckily Admiral Hipper stayed in orbit so I was able to borrow a few planetary probes, that way I wouldn’t be around if they managed to trip some sort of tripwire again like I did with the shipyards. After the scans were complete there weren’t any signs of intelligence, however there were trace amounts of some sort of unknown fungal spore in the planet’s atmosphere, the probes will need some time to analyze the results without compromising the safety of myself and the 42nd, my patience for these setbacks is already running thin, but I suppose I can’t wait this one out for the sake of safety. In the meantime I’ve asked Hipper to prepare some hazard suits and a crew in case this stuff ends up being dangerous, I want to get to the bottom of what happened here but I want to do it safely.

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