(Your answer of reconnaissance counts as correct, I suppose, though I don't understand why you still answered reconnaissance when Xiao Lan is the Recruit Company's commander in charge of scouting. We need a force to explore the dark "countryside" and scout the way for the expeditionary army, don't we?)
"I think we should organize an anti-daemon force to investigate."
"Fine, but I insist that all your mortals withdraw, including those so-called augmented guards. This is extremely dangerous. Leave it to us Astartes."
Kafka was reluctant to give Evan the access code to that compartment, but he had no choice. For someone as afraid of death as he was, as long as political impeachment wasn't involved, he would naturally run as far from danger as possible.
Cowardly? Those who weren't cowards had all been sent to war zones to collect taxes. That was bravery. Why don't you try it?
The Primaris Warriors formed up and headed toward that area. Sisyphus didn't go, because Evan had sent someone even more formidable.
Ina was packed inside a large iron box, which the Primaris Warrior Jonel carried on his back. It looked like nothing more than an oversized bolter ammunition pack.
Evan crept ahead, scouting the way. With Ina deployed, there was no need for the Baina Robe. Those two could rightly be called the Crimson Tide Chapter's final trump cards.
The enemy sensed Ina's approach and made an eerie noise. Its strange vibrations were enough to make every ear that heard it curl up. It howled in agony, but had nowhere to go.
A long while later, Evan led his warriors back to the command compartment to meet Mr. Kafka.
"We haven't let you down, Mr. Kafka. We've dealt with the threat. It's safe now. A simple screening of the crew will take