SPAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!

Bit of a heretical opinion there, Minerva. The High Lords of Terra are still ultimate authority over everything within the Imperium, and at least one of the individuals aboard the shuttle would disagree with that. (The veteran Valkyrie pilot; the Ratling sniper and the Tech-Priestess might also disagree, but their views are likely also heresy- to Minerva or the pilot or both.)

The communications are broken off, and the tech-priestess tries to sigh. As she's got a voxcaster in her throat altering her voice, it's a strange sound. "I do not think that particular individual needs anyone's help in returning to Sol. We are lucky the wreck was between us- and they assumed us to be Inquisition. Had they known otherwise they may well have killed us all. I have not encountered their authorisation before. Temple Venenum, Ordo Assassinorum. Identity redacted." She's scanning for datagheists and scrapcode that may have been implanted to spy on them, but it's hard going and she didn't sense any during the conversation.

The Hammer of Commerce is still venting some atmosphere, yes. There's some life still aboard the wreck, mostly genestealers, but it's also split into chunks. There's two large pieces, but also quite a few smaller ones- some of which could be large enough to have hibernating genestealers aboard. There's also spots of fire, though it doesn't last long; only the few compartments remaining totally sealed have enough air to maintain fire.