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The intense light display was as alarming as it was awe inspiring. Within moments each, and every Guard had their lasgun leveled at the psyker's skull, primed to reduce the poor sod to little more than a pile of soot. None of the layman were able to tell the difference between the abrupt cleansing, and a daemonic surge. Although both were likely grounds for execution, the grim background of all the ashen warpspawn falling around them didn't help much either. It was only Titus' steadily raised hand that stayed a swift volley.

If the Mechanicus didn't execute him, the Inquisition would at this rate.

His mouth was halfway open, the order to hold fast forever caught in his throat as the cadre of Jinhai sprang out their Psyker. Lt. Titus visibly jolted at their sudden appearance, retreating back a few steps, and readying his own rifle. Just in case. After all he's learned all too quickly that this Emperor-forsaken "Terra" was the land of bullshit, things trying to kill you, and heresy.

"Do we uh, do we shoot whatever the hell these are, sir?" Came a trembling voice from behind him, the uncertainty oozed rookie.

Titus, maintaining eye contact with as many of the blue sparks as he could. A difficult task considering there were sixteen of them. Still, they weren't showing any signs of aggression, and the psyker did claim assistance was on the way. Among other things. "No, at ease men. I think." His tone was everything but confident. "I think this is our 'assistance,' and knowing our luck.."

The twenty odd Guardsmen lowered their weapons, adopting a universally uncomfortable demeanour.

Their Lt. however attempted to roll with it as best he could. The knowledge of his inevitable execution as a heretic probably helped. "You..There..Robe..Guys. Tech Priests? Whatever you are," he gestured at the twisted heap of Imperial, and Tau wreckage. "Can you, uh..'Fix' this? I have a Valkyrie to board, and I'd like to have my vanguard breathing again."

"Or uh, walking, and shooting at least."