The attack had gone as planned. Information from the forward units had been clear and concise, detailing enemy numbers, composition and condition, with very little unknown information. But still the damn Water Caste ambassador insisted on attempting negotiations with every Gue'la emplacement, town and slum. Nen'sho didn't think it was worth it. If the planet didn't accept the greater good when the fleet entered their system, they wouldn't after months of fighting. He had intended to object to the water caste being so involved with, what he saw as, and 'his' campaign to take Ke'hrin for the Tau Empire. But when the time had come, he found himself acceding to all the Aun'El had requested. He barely remembered the details of the meeting at all, he was even happy that the Water Caste would be negotiating surrender with every group they found. But now he wasn't so sure. It was always the way with the Ethereals; they just had a way of sorting things out, moving things forward. It was the Tau way, even if it was making the campaign more complicated than it needed to be.
Like the shithole he was staring at now. He had the place surrounded, 2 Skyrays to the south, 2 Broadside squads to the East and the rest of his strike force to the North-west, and his XV8 Battle suits patrolling between them all. And the pompous ambassador Por'Vre Ele'ty was waltzing up to the gate, in one of Nen'sho's Piranha skimmers no less, to try and broker peace. This was the fifth time in the last month and so far all they had to show for it was 5 PDF troopers, who could barely service the equipment they had brought with them, a Gue'la female and her 2 infants who hadn't stopped screaming the whole time, and 7 fire warriors had been killed across all the negotiations. With any luck Ele'ty would be shot this time, and they could cut this crap from the schedule as no one else was entitled to handle such matters. Then Nen'sho could proceed to vaporise the Gue'la who remained, and then claim peace when there weren't any left to cause trouble.