Army Fluff Guns of Sotek

Had an idea washing around in my head so I had to write it out

Spoiler: Retrieval Mission: Epilogue

Dr Zaan stumbled over a tree root in the path. He picked himself up and kept running. Sweat cleared lines down his soot-blackened face. Billows of smoke clouded out the sky behind him. He finally reached the clearing marked for landing ships. He was panting and gasping, dropping to his knees and throwing up. He just hoped against hope that someone would have heard the distress signal before passing out.

He woke up in a brightly lit medical bay. He sat bolt upright and looked around. A nurse came into the room to see to him. He looked down to see that he was dressed in medical robes.
"Nurse, what's happening?"
"Please lay down Doctor. I just need to take some final readings."
"Where am I?" he asked. He knew it sounded stupid but last thing he knew he was laying in a field somewhere.
"You are in one of the finest medical facilities in the galaxy, on board the Rochester, one of the finest star cruisers in the galaxy." She wasn't smug when she said this, she was simply stating the facts as she knew them.
"The Rochester? That doesn't sounds like an Imperial ship?"
"It isn't. You are travelling at the personal pleasure of Wolff Van Daal the third. A Rogue Trader of some note. He asked me to inform him when you awoke. He wants to talk to you personally."
"Oh"

The nurse finished the scanning, gave Dr Zaan a clean bill of health. He was then escorted to a dressing room by a well dressed man, a butler perhaps.
"His lordship has instructed me to let you take your pick from these wardrobes. I understand that you were found in the most dishevelled state."

He dressed himself, combed what little hair remained and was once again escorted through luxurious corridors into a finely decorated drawing room. The butler left the room, closing the door with practised silence. Dr Zaan walked around slowly, taking in the expensive but tasteful decor. He didn't know enough about this sort of thing to comment but he guessed that one of the chairs alone would cost a year's pay.

"Ah, Doctor!" Van Daal himself entered briskly from a different door, his arms opened wide and his face bright and cheerful, "Welcome on board! I hope you have been comfortable so far. The Rochester is an old tub but one has to make do. Please, take a seat. Would you like a drink? Brandy perhaps?"
"Oh, yes please your lordship." He was blown back by the sheer force of the man's personal presence.
"Bah, none of this lordship business, please, call me Wolff." He handed an expensive crystalline glass to the Doctor, "Nasty business down there I hear. I am so glad the sawbones managed to get you on your feet again so quickly."
"Oh, you heard?"
"Not much. You were screaming a bit in your sleep, and, you were quite the state when they found you."
Dr Zaan took a long draw from the glass. The brandy was the smoothest he had ever tasted. The slight burn of alcohol at the end was a welcome feeling but reminded him of how badly his nerves were shot.
"Why don't you tell me what happened down there?"
"Well uhh-" he hesitated. Was this the man to be telling this to? Shouldn't he submit an official report first? Though, with the facility destroyed and Lt Col Periwinkle dead, he had no idea who he'd submit it to, or even who he reported to right now.
"Doctor, there is no need to be shy. I've had the pleasure of reading up on your resume. Very impressive stuff. I could really use a man like you to head up a new research team I'm putting together."
"Oh really?" He couldn't resist the flattery, "Well, what kind of research are you looking to conduct?"
"We an discuss it after you tell me of your recent unfortunate adventures."
"Oh, ok, well then. The day started and normal but-"

He continued with his version of events, including the giant aliens that forced him to open the vault after a valiant fight from him. He finished by telling of the monster's madness in locking away the staff into a room and then setting the place on fire. How he tried to fight them off but they were just too strong, so he ran for help instead. At the end of the tale Van Daal asked a few more questions and then, quite suddenly left.

"I do apologise dear Doctor, but I have urgent matters to attend to. I have made arrangements for you to stay in one of the guest bedrooms. It is not much but I hope you at least find it comfortable enough to rest in."

The room he was escorted to by the butler was larger than the entire accommodation wing of the facility he had been working in. He would certainly be comfortable here.

Over the next few days Dr Zaan tried to get back in contact with Van Daal but the man seemed to be constantly unavailable. He wasn't too concerned though given the size of the meals on offer and the library he ended up spending most his days in.

On the third day, Van Daal finally showed up, slipping into the library followed by two other men.
"Dr Zaan, I have two visitors for you." he said. The men stepped forward.
The Doctor's throat suddenly tightened. He instantly recognised the long robes and insignia of the Inquisition.
"Dr Heinricht Zaal. Please come with us." one of them said, reaching a bony hand out.
"I've appraised them of your little ordeal. They have a few questions of their own."
His blood ran cold. He considered running but he didn't know where. Then he reminded himself that he was under duress. The aliens had forced his hand, quite literally. And this Wolff Van Daal fellow seemed to back him up. He stood up and went willingly with them.
"Luckily we were able to pull footage from the facility's security system. It was very damaged though. I've handed it over to these gentlemen. Hopefully it helps clear everything up."
Dr Zaal caught a cold flush again at this news. But, it should back up what he was saying. But it also might show other things too.

"Wilhelm, you managed to erase all the xenos from the tape, yes?" Van Daal asked as the Doctor was escorted away.
"Of course sir. It was a very damaged tape but at least we saved the Doctor's last performance. Though I must say, the barricading of the door after locking his colleagues in, very unsporting."
"The man was thorough. You don't get to that level without having a great attention to detail."
"He did forget about the cameras however, sir."
"Well, none of us are perfect Wilhelm."
"No, sir."