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November 30th: Q'tin Prime, (Kaleesh Space) Sector 15: Relais jai Dummak

Relais fired another round into the human defenders. His slug pierced the large bulking marines armor. Killing him instantly. More targets approached from the east, Isemore handled them with brutal Droth efficiency. Shrugging off bolts from the Imperium forces bolters. Council command had identified the marines as defending a scientist from The lost souls. The human they had been hunting for the last nine days. He had convinced local Kaleesh militias to guard him, as well as a large supply of Imperial marines and guardsmen. Quite the prize Relais and his team would kill today.

The scientist was holed up in a massive cave. Kaleesh elders had revered the cave for it's "mystical" properties. No doubt what the scientist was researching. They soon find out, as the last of his outer defenses crumbled. Nasama, the Aunian psyker hurled a massive ball of energy towards an Imperial Terminator, crushing his armor against him. He died with a loud bang, as his cybernetics exploded within him. An honorable death thought Relais. It meant as much to the Imperium as it did the Kaleesh to fall in battle. Perhaps Relais would say a prayer for these fallen foes after the mission.

At the entrance of the cave, Imperium forces were falling back, with Isemore close behind them, firing his slug throwers blindly. Relais rushed forward, alongside Nasama, who flashed him a quick smirk before rushing forward with a burst of speed. "Show off". Thought Relais, as he steadily lagged behind his comrades. His face wrap blowing in the wind. He thought he looked pretty cool. Like an ancient Kaleesh freedom fighter. If his tribe could see him now.

"Relais! Hurry up, my blade thirsts for blood."
"Take it easy Isemore. This is a mission, keep it under control."
The lizard smiled... Kind of... The closest thing a giant lizard could do to a smile. And reloaded his slug throwers.
"Those big humans... Marines? I believe they are called. They fight like a true Droth. Break like one to."
"Those are Imperial Marines of the Vexus Imperium. Often called the best warriors humanity has." Chimed in Nasama.
"That's what the humans say about every warrior group they have. They are the best in the galaxy! It's all talk. They all die just as easy." Isemore surveyed the carnage. Then a quick glance at himself. He was hit, and bleeding. A large of flesh had been torn from his midsection. He had already began healing, however. As Droth are known to do. Much of the wound had been covered in a massive scab. Relais offered him a bandage. An offer that was turned down. Whole heartily.
Keep your bandages Kaleesh. No sense on wasting them on me."

Relais nodded in agreement. Before also reloading his rifle and signalling he was ready to continue the operation. Nasama led the group into the mouth of the cave.