No, no it’s not. Let that be your first example of how Tau’va is Kroot shit. The orks will never come around, and the simple fact is. The teaching is everything can be brought into the Greater Good, by reasoning… They can only be pacified in death.
Alright, I am ready to be enlightened by going through your kind of mindset for 24 hours. It better be good.
Well look at my interaction with the Ork Warboss. He doesn’t want to join the Greater Good, and his answer as to why not? WAAAGGGHHH! And he asked if I wanted join, which invariably means he wants to kill me.
“Intel has it that a large group of Tyranids landed to our south, Fire teams have moved to engage and are requesting Crisis Suit back up, also several Hammerheads are inbound to assist. Hmm looks like several large bio-sigs too, Carnifexes.. possible a Hive Tyrant.” Revara marked the coordinates on everyone’s Nav “What do you say Talon, should we join the party?”
“Of course, wouldnt wanna keep the guests of honor waiting would we?” weis flared his claw and cocked his rifle.
“Alright then lets get a move on!” Revara ignited his jump pack and took off. “Follow my lead lets get there in one piece.”
Weis and talon company followed, weis running with his suit, feeling the mighty legs thrust him onward into chaos. It felt right.
“There they are! Holy shit.. that’s a lot of Nids boys!” The suit team flew over the battle field towards the mass of gnarling teeth and claws. “Lets land behind the ground forces and set up a defensive line.”
In the center where the horde of abominable chitin was the thickest stood three squads of deep red armored firewarriors standing their ground blazing away, supported by two battle suits of the same coloration. They sprayed disciplined fire into the horrors screaming for their biomass. One of the Carnifex’s already lay dead, and the other was backing off, but that wouldn’t last as something much larger loomed in the shadows advancing. “Fire superiority Shas’la like we were taught at the academy. Keep pouring it into them!” The volume of aimed fire increased at the Tau soldier who walked behind his men and women firing the occasional shot and shoring up areas where need arose. The wide band communications unit opened in his helmet. “Shas’vre, our brethren are loosing the left flank.” The word brethren was spoken with some contempt, but with honest emotion. The ‘ui must have been speaking about one of the squads they were supporting. “Shift your squad over, and support them. If we loose that flank we’ll be fighting in a ball, and we do not want that brother.” Without another word the squad shifted unseen to Or’es. “Shas’vre.” His helmet spoke again, a small vid of the Shas’ui speaking to him appeared. “Our comrades have reserves and reinforcements pushing up.” Nodding Or’es took them into account with the others now. “Let us make sure they have a corridor to come into then. Keep shooting, and remember your training.”
Weis watched the nids divide, a trail of blue fire dividing their forces. “well if thats not a proper invitation… C’mon men!” weis poured his own fire into the blue line, before the shots spread apart forming walls to move between. Weis went ahead and took the path of fire to join the ground forces.
“How are you enclavers doing down there?” Revara landed on a Nid making it go splat. “We aren’t too late to the party are we?” The rest of Talon split into their cells and mixed amongst the other troops providing fire support.
Shas’vre Or’es Nan, looked up at the incoming reinforcements he’d already calculated for. “You’re late enough, but still plenty to go around. As for how we fare, a sight better than your kin, I’d suggest releaving the left flank so my Shas’la can get back to doing the heavy lifting.” A genestealer broke through the right and as a demi unit of firewarriors from the Enclave units adjusted fire, along with one of the Crisis Suits, this particular one had the Hive Mind on it’s side for the moment as it made it to Or’es who put his training to use. The butt of his pulse rifle hit the creature in the head, as his right hand came up and unsheathed a tanto style blade from his chest armor. It spun in his hand before slashing across the creature’s throat, which was supplemented by a pulse round to make the point clear. “Or the right, whichever of your failing lines you’d prefer to address Shas’o.” He realized his link was open the whole time. He didn’t disrespect his blind and confused cousins, but he found their abilities wanting.