Emberlyn Driftwood, Illustrious Rogue Trader, sat atop the crate in the landing bay petting her Kroot pup. She looked down upon the 11 new Adeptus Astartes aboard her voidship. She’d recently, albeit reluctantly, been convinced by the Inquisitor to request a particular flavour of combat support. Ask and ye shall receive, apparently.

“So what are you, some sort of space marine rejects?” she shouted down from her vantage point.

To stand near a Space Marine was a humbling experience, to stand with a Deathwatch Kill Team, doubly so. However, Emberlyn was so far unimpressed. The leader of the Kill Team, the so-called Watch Master, looked up at her.

“Rogue Trader, please do not insult this arm of the Ordo Xenos,” the Watch Master replied. “We are grateful to be invited aboard your voidship and have agreed to join your crusade to elongate the Xenos threat in this sector.”

Emberlyn clambered down. The Space Marine was a fair bit taller than her, but her heels made up most of the difference. She poked the veteran marine’s armour. “I know you meant to say eliminate.”

“Rogue Trader, do you want us to take care of that… Xeno over there?” a different Deathwatch veteran asked, eying up the Aeldari standing under the wing of the shuttle.

“Good heavens no. She’s with me, so hands off,” Emberlyn said, to distract from the clear xenophobia, “I’m curious as to why your Kill Team comes from different space marine chapters, so I assume you got kicked out for un-space-marine-ly behaviours. I’m fully aware of the anti-xeno capability of the Emperor’s Angels,” Emberlyn continued. “As chance would have it, I need you to exterminate a threat to my wellbeing and the Imperium. Perchance they are Xenos, but not the one in my retinue.”

“Is it that one?” The Watch Master said, pointing to Greg, who was giving off an especially Necron aura today.

“No.”

The Watch Master pointed to the Kroot pup. “What about that one?”

“Touch it and you die.”

“The sacred task of the Deathwatch is to stand sentry against xenos races with ill will towards the Imperium,” the Watch Master said. “We would be grateful if you could specify which ones. Any description would be useful.”

Emberlyn pondered for a moment and then settled on an accurate description. “Green.”