He summoned the Adeptus Mechanicus sages attached to the army.
"I need you to establish a forge on Cysel immediately." Saul handed a data-slate to the lead sage. "These are the schematics for an Anti-Stealth Detection Device I designed. Its operating principles may challenge some of your traditional assumptions, but trust me, it works."
"In the battles ahead, we will face the T'au Empire's finest: Stealth Battlesuits and Ghostkeel Battlesuits equipped with Optical Camouflage and Stealth Fields. Before our main force reaches the next battlefield, I need you to equip every company-even every squad-with this anti-stealth equipment."
The Adeptus Mechanicus sage took the schematics, his mechanical eyes flickering as he rapidly read the data within. Soon, a mixture of confusion and shock flashed in his eyes.
"Your Holiness... this... many of these theories... violate the sacred teachings of the Omnissiah... this... this is heresy!"
"No." Saul shook his head, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Anything that helps us kill xenos more effectively is not heresy. This is the Emperor's will."
"Now, carry out your orders. I need efficiency."
The sage gazed into Saul's golden eyes, which seemed capable of piercing through anything, and felt his logic core waver before a higher order of "truth." In the end, he chose obedience.
"As you command, Your Holiness. The Omnissiah's will shall be fulfilled."
Meanwhile, far away in the T'au Empire's core territories, bad news finally reached its supreme governing council-the Ethereal Council-like a belated thunderclap.
The T'au Empire, the Ethereal Council.
Around a holographic table, several robed Ethereals studied reports from the front. Although contact with the Cysel and Sydas systems had been lost, the T'au leadership, accustomed to rational thought and exchanges of mutual benefit, still regarded the Imperium of Man's actions as an "aggressive negotiating tactic." To them,