Your Marines await in the natives' homes as they recover. One ship stays behind to rig it to work. No other threats were found, and you now have recieved the technology
Aerospace Gunship.
Taricus: you begin looting ships, and come across Fortis, busy rigging a captured ship. You salvage 1 Lance Cannon.
The STG have been halted in their griefing of your second base, but have spray painted SURRENDER BIATCH in pink on the front entrance.
Phantom: Drak'El speaks up, and answers your questions. "I am not a psyker as you put it, lord commander. He used Dark Energy, from which I can control. The Bulrathi we have only assisted a few times. They were savage, tribal, warlike. They needed to be united, to stand side by side in their finest hour. But the one we chose was too ambitious, too much powerlust. He began some of the bloodiest wars ever, annihilating entire worlds that didn't join him. We needed to assist the Ssaros. Such a disaster is unprecedented. As for the fight, you, as a loyal soldier of the Emperor, should know that everything happens for a reason. And not every Bulrathi shares his view. Now, with Terios' death, the Bulrathi can form a republic. But still, the future seems murky like a deep pool... And don't bother with the Psyk-Out Grenade. It has no effect on me."
Sariz turns to you. " strangely, I believe him. He speaks truth about the Bulrathi"
Your move.