(nothing quite as fun as going back to school)
Alexis
Information from the servo skull would be fed back to Alexis. From what he could tell, the Head Magos and others had fortified a nearby machine yard, managing to protect the mechanized vehicles and machines within from the rebels. Every now and then an artillery battery would fire from within, no doubt locked on to some target out in the field. No signs of an ambush here.
"We see a servo-skull," came a message from the Head Magos. "Yours?"
Kalis
"Right... but the point is that we don't want to go around chasing ghosts. Sorry, lady, no physical proof, we can't do anything for y-"
There would suddenly be the sound of an explosion from within the base, instantly followed by the sounds of gunfire. The soldier would do a double-take, looking back at the gate and the smoke that was beginning to roil into the sky as the fight within the base continued. And then, Kalis would hear the sounds of similar chaos suddenly erupting all throughout the city.
"Uh... miss, now seems like a bad time. Lemme see what's going on, and then-"
Fate seemed to like cutting the soldier off, as all of a sudden a throng of people would round the corner. The Harlequin could instantly tell that they were cultists of Chaos, if not by the numerous symbols of Chaos that they adorned (tattoos, emblems, etc.), then by their rotted, disheveled appearance that marked them as followers of Nurgle. They were poorly armed, bearing simply stubguns at best, but there were a lot of them.
"Holy shit!" the soldier would swear, instantly firing his lasgun into the crowd. Shoot first, ask questions later!
Hassad
"Ah, Hassad. Glad to see you made it," the major would say crisply, looking over a small holographic map of the base. "In lieu of any orders from regimental command, the official thing to do would be to sit around on our asses, wait things out, and wait for somebody to tell us to do something."
"So unofficially, I am currently planning on how we're going to take our base back and offer additional fire support to the Sisters, who I am sure are fighting hard to rid this planet of heresy."
"First things first," he would say, pointing to a location on the map. "These traitors have gotten their hands on some of our big guns and I want them back. You ask the Sisters if they'll help, but otherwise, I'm assigning you every man I can spare. Get to those guns, kill any heretics along the way, save anybody else you can. Destroy the guns, secure the guns, I honestly don't care, I just want to know those traitors don't have them. Understood, sergeant?"
Cryspin
"Hm. By who, then? Xeno-"
The man, Isaac, would be cut off as a pulse of light zipped in from the nearby soldier, piercing his skull. He'd fall to the floor, and somebody would yell "SNIPER!" as everybody suddenly rolled and ducked into cover, swearing, some firing wildly back into the forest.
"Shit! What the hell was that?"
Ravier
"Ah, uh... woah there sonnie," the old man would say, dabbing at his head with a handkerchief. His gnarled, wobbly hands would open a drawer, pulling out a number of files and placing them on the desk. He'd fidget around a bit more, pulling out all of the necessary equipment and materials, before slowly and carefully putting his spectacles on. He would clear his throat, before looking back at Ravier.
"All right, slow down. Tyra-whats? Horma-whosits? I'll need ya to speak up, sonnie, my hearin' ain't what it used ta be."
Ash
"Of course, ma'am." And if there was nothing else, everything would be set for her to go. The gunship would arrive, the uniform would be lent to her, the warnings would be issued. Off to investigate!