The Kroot attacking brother Bacara are merciless in their attacking of the battle brother, both lashed out with the crude bladed edges of their primitive firearms. Their attacks did little more than scratch the armour of the battle brother however, though in the attempt one of the Xenos fumbled and managed to fall upon the brother space marine with a most undignified squawking sound as it tumbled atop the space marine. The Kroot lashes out with its powerfully muscled form, though these attacks are even less effect as the punches and scratches do little more than make the Xenos look like a feeble imbecile. 

However, something seems to draw the attention of the Xenos, your own super human hearing soon hears what the avian aliens are hearing: the sounds of those same mountain-borne orbital defence weapons whirring into life and beginning to fire immense, earth-shaking salvos of fire. You can see now, that the immense guns bear the markings of the Sa'cea sept. You all instantly recognise the blue hue which is augmented with orange accents, though perhaps you know little of their history – the Death Watch only teaches so much before knowledge becomes heretical....

With these behemoth guns firing, the Kroot instantly back off, screeching and whooping their way back into the dense undergrowth of the thicker forests. Their actions are odd to you all, however, the Kroot are known in the Imperium, and the Ordo Xenos, for their immense battlefield savagery and their penitence for eating the dead of both sides. Yet here they are, running away like spineless, pathetic, foes which contain not an ounce of courage to themselves.

Over the orbital-vox systems in your helmets, you each hear this speech being made: 
“To all Xenos on the world of Dal'yth! You have come ot this place to die at our hand! The legions of Chaos are on our side and we are unstoppable! Our legions shall strike you down! Our war engines shall crush you! The daemons of the Warp shall consume you!”” You all instantly recognise this voice, the voice of High-General Solimedes Morres, a recent high-profile turn-coat to the Imperium who has turned renegade. He was once the acting commander of this area, though now styalises himself as the 'Archduke' of the entire Gulf subsystem.

The transmissions cut off after a brief period of time, however, and the voice of your High-Inquisitor handler speaks to you now. “Kill team, your area of operations has come under siege by soldiers of the recognised heretic, Solimedes Morres, you have Inquisitorial permission to shoot on sight if they threaten you or your mission in the least. The Emperor is with you, least your faith is lax.”

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Librarian Artenius was first to respond to this most pressing of notes, to which he did by violently stomping on the body of the slain Kroot-champion in the most aggressive manner possible, his boot crushed the alien's skull like a ripe grape, but his anger was clear in his tone of voice. 

“One simple mission, I tell you! And yet even now the whole damned thing becomes far greater in scope than ever before! I tell you brothers, even if the Inquisition will not sanctify the traitor's death then we shall be his downfall.” His anger seemed to subside for some small length of time, enough to regain composure at least.

“Well. Let's make the best of this. The newly arrived forces will now be occupying the Tau we have come here with a clear intent to slay. Suppose we should get to it...”