"Yes, Lord Lox. We have completely purged all T'au xenos from planet DX-114. Only a batch of particularly vigorous T'au remains, penned in the cruiser's cargo hold."
"Fafnir insists on his idea. He wants to breed a more edible variety of T'au in the star systems around Fenris and promote it far and wide."
Holding a data-slate in his hands, Hill solemnly reported the progress of their cleansing operation on the T'au planet to Lox.
Like Guilliman, Hill also preferred efficient, straightforward data-slates and deeply loathed the parchment reports submitted by the various hive worlds.
Yes, even in the thirty-first millennium, when human civilization had already spread across the galaxy, many humans and worlds still used long-obsolete parchment.
Of course, this so-called parchment was merely a general term. Ancient Terran creatures like sheep had long since spread throughout the galaxy alongside humanity's expansion and colonization, becoming utterly unrecognizable due to various environments and deliberate genetic modifications.
"Those Fenrisians—let them do as they please." Lox shook his head with a helpless smile. It was hardly an excessive request.
Honestly, he rather liked the wolf pups' frank and decisive nature. Wolves said whatever was on their minds and never beat around the bush or spoke in riddles.
Many conflicts arose from evasive riddles that led to misunderstandings and disputes between people. Lox despised that above all else.
"How are Librarian Emilia Toroi and the anti-psyker squad progressing? Have they found any traces of those hidden psychic xenos?"
Lox turned to ask. The T'au had been scattered across planet DX-114, yet some of the remaining T'au had now vanished. That was enough to show that the force lurking in the shadows was relocating these primitive xenos.
Lox found this deeply irritating. Those sneaky bastards were relying on their superior understanding of psychic powers