The battlesuit force descended to the ground alongside Shadowsun, accompanied by all kinds of drone swarms, from shield drones to sniper drones.
The moment they landed, they faced retaliatory fire. Several rockets immediately scrapped multiple shield drones, while incoming melta fire punched a hole through an XV8 Crisis Battlesuit, spraying a torrent of molten metal across the shields of the other shield drones.
"Find Commissar Cain! Capture him!" Shadowsun took the lead. The XV22's optical camouflage field activated, and she nearly blended into the air itself. Only faint distortions and the way dust settled differently upon her revealed her position.
A rain of pulse-cannon fire hammered the bunkers, leaving behind rows of scorching craters. The 37th Regiment's soldiers manned heavy weapons, but their guns were shot through, and the heat blast and shattered metal wounded several soldiers.
Yet they were not frightened by such attacks, because the invincible Commissar Cain and the equally absurd Colonel Soap were right beside them.
Rebecca crouched inside a fortified bunker, rapidly cracking the underlying code of those battlesuits. After being disrupted by her several times, the T'au had learned to upgrade their systems and prepare electronic defenses.
It delayed Rebecca for a while, but only for a while. The computing power of the nanite swarm was not even one ten-thousandth that of the most powerful quantum photonic computer created by the Men of Gold, but it was more than enough to bully these nouveau riche with a history of merely eight thousand years.
"This is so moving." More than once, Rebecca had cheered at the technological devices of these T'au. It made her feel that her understanding of science had been right after all.
She could not understand Necron technology. Aeldari technology was far too mystical. Ork technology had nothing to do with science.