++Cadians! Ten minutes!++
Lieutenant Saef gave the Navy pilot a thumbs-up as affirmative when the vox signal chimed in his ear-set and began to relax his muscles. Sergeant Asael, his adjutant, grinned at him, his smile barely visible through the dark visor of his full-helm combat helmet. Saef grinned back but said nothing.
Ten minutes. Ten minutes to deep strike into Tau territory via a heavily armoured Navy drop ship. Ten minutes before dropping down and setting thermal charges on a Tau generator and killing the aliens in the name of the Emperor. Ten minutes.
We take this generator out; we take out the Tau pulse-artille