Kroes looked around. Instead of the dreary and rusty setting of the hive, the colorful landscape was filled with plants and animals of all sizes and shapes, with snow-capped mountains in the distance. The colors themselves seemed to be more "fruitful" to the Warhawk. He had never seen such a pristine world.
Pim was so lost in staring at the bright blue sky, he almost forgot about the little cowering xenos right in front of him. While his first thoughts concerning it involved several ways of ending its life, Kroes's mind noted several things:
First: it looked to be completely harmless, what with it in a position of complete submission.
"/Could it have psychic powers?/" he thought? "/Luring me into a trap?/"
Second: if the xenos was psychic and hostile, Pim would probably be dead or insane right now.
Third: it looked... cute.
"/Nonono! Suffer not the xenos to live, dammit!/"
"/But what harm can it do? Look./"
Kroes took his front armored "hoof" and tapped the xenos's head through its pampered pink hair. It tried to press itself deeper into the earth.
"/See? It cowers even with me in this... embarrassing form./"
Satisfied that the purging of the xenos could wait, the Warhawk decided to attempt a tactic he and his fellow guardsmen had never preformed before: extracting information from the xenos natives without standard methods.
"Ma'am?" said the Warhawk in low gothic. The xenos (who to Kroes was female due to the voice) hesitated before peeking out from under her hair. She still shivered slightly.
"Could you tell me, um, where I am, exa-"
"Equestria!" she exclaimed before cowering under her hair once more.
The answer was so immediate and sudden that Kroes pulled his head back in surprise.
Wherever this Equestria was, it wasn't in the Imperium.