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The Gue'Las screams were still filled with the same stubborn defiance that was often associated with his race, but this one was special. His cadre, the so called "Catachan," was well known for their almost inhuman ability to give in to the enviroment, and yet this ability is not their most unique nor intriguing. They set up traps and ambushes and lure their enemy into them, to a lesser race this could have obliterated forces up to three times the size of the catachan troop, and yet the Tau are no lesser race.
The Shas'O had heard their barbaric racket whilst they were preparing their spike pits and as such decided to send a team of stealth suits to observe and mark their postions. The counter-ambush had been both swift and devastating, after a thirty minutes of pulse shots and seeker missiles homing on to the "concealed" postion of the catachan fighters, little was recognisable of the surrounding swamp land nor the troopers themselves. Few of the hundred strong human force was remaining and those that weren't dead were all wounded in some way. The tau removed their camoflage and the more experianced shas' deactivated their stealth field generators and rounded up the captives. The Shas'O had remained behind with the kroot, as they engorged in their uncivilised victory rituals, he searched the battlefield for survivers. It was here that he stumbled across the body of a dead gue'la officer, the Shas'O quickly took the initiative to search the body for any valuable infomation. As he removed his bionic arm from one of his torn leather pouches the commander of the tau cadre, found himself staring at a most unusual device through the visor of his custom made helmet, it was here that he decided to discover what the device was used for in the human armies.
The gue'la head jerked to one side and made a sickening sound once again as the Shas'O back handed him with his artificial fist, a spray of blood splattered across the tents fabric wall.
"I have faced your catachan before on a distant world, you lie in wait for days, this I can atleast respect as is taught in the Kau'yon. What I find dishonourable is your traps, and yet this is where I find myself most curiously admiring you for." The human spat another glob of blood into a pool of his blood and the worlds own stinking filth.
"Sergeant Marcuse Blunner, serial number 529103, 33rd catachan regiment, "the patient hunters."
"You have been repeating that phrase for nearly three hours, are you truly not bored yet? I am simply want one answer to my question and I shall let you leave this place with all your limbs attached to your body. Now answer me gue'la what is this."
"Ser..." the sergeant stopped, a puzzled look crossing his manged face, the frown caused a recently closed cut above his left eye to re-open sending a trail of blood crawl down his face. "Is this a joke, you xeno filth!"
"The words I speak are the truth gue'la I have enough of your men to allow you to leave and still gather infomation about your forces on this world. You shall see I am merciful, but continue pushing me and you shall see the full extent on my rage. So this is the last time I shall ask you sergant. What is this implement? Is it a form of key? Is it encrypted? Or is it a new blade that you shall use to injure my young Shas'?"
"I shall not grovel before you, xeno filth. You attack imperial vessels and my guardsmen with..." The Shas'O sighed a deep sigh of regret and disappointment.
"You are couragous my friend. Couragous yet stubborn, I told you. I have faced your kind before, sometimes I wonderm what would I do with a cadre of gue'vesa like you. And yet I know that's impossible. I shall get my answer even if it is not from you." There was a purr of motors as the Shas'O reached down with his robotic implant and curled his fingers around the humans throat. With little effort he launched the gue'la out the tents flaps. The sergeant skidded across the bog infront of his own soldiers, despite only being in out in the open for mere seconds he was hit by a torrent of sticky rain and yet the mud refused to come away from his face. The Shas'O came walking from the tent, the rain gave a sheen to his highly polished armour and his golden bionic arm was naturally washed of the sergeants blood. "I told your officer that he could allow one of you to go if he answered me and he chose to insult me and test my patience instead. For that he must be punished."
The Shas'O grabbed hold of the sergeant with his natural arm and knelt forwards so that his lips where almost touching the gue'las ear, he then whispered two words to the sergeant.
"forgive me." His bionic hand was still curled in a tight fist with an object protruding between his thumb and forefinger, with a single swift movement he sent an uppercut into the back of the sergeants face, there was a sickening crunch as the object became lodged in the mans skull.
"Gue'la troopers, the first man to answer me my question can leave this place under escort to the nearest imperial camp and the rest of you shall not be harmed if you answer my questions. Now tell me, what is that instrument, is it some sort of encrypted device!" The final word was bellowed at the troopers as the Shas'O pointed to the metal object still sticking out of the sergeants head.
A a lone, barely audible murmur was heard, "it's a spoon."

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