door Rudi XXL » 24 mei 2007 23:49
After the dust of war settle, the tau are all but wiped out. Slowly gazing around, Dronin looks at the city streets strewn with tau corpses. After their initial assault, the tau responded surprisingly quickly to the Templars, as reenforcements arrived. Thinking back about it made Dronin grimmace. It was a costly surprise, many of his brothers died or got wounded in a crossfire created by the tau. Warriors he had servered with for centuries had been cut down like you might crush an ant underneath your boot. Luckily veteran sergeant Edion and his squad of jumpers had just homed in on his signal. Seeing his men and those of his honoured terminator brothers get cut down, he took to the skies to crash into a bunker concealing tau troops. After the innitial massacre of the troops there, he found himself facing the tau leader. Relentlessy they charged into each other and to his surprise, the tau shas'o appeared to be a worthy adversary. But finally Edion saw his chance, and cut down the tau. Leaderless, the tau became disorganised and fled the battlescene only to be mercilessly cut down as the ran. As the reminder of his troops secured the battlefield his comm system hissed and Edions voice reported the losses and wounded. Thanking Edion, Dronin switched of his comm, bowing his head and closing his eyes. Was it all worth it ? Had he not wasted his brothers lives in vain ? NO ! His head snapped up and his eyes opened... he had done well. Another planet had yet again returned into the light of the Immortal Emperor and his enemies had been crushed. Turning from the battlefield he strode away, switching his comm on and hailing the fleet to make ready for departure. Their work here was done, and other servants of the Imperum needed their aid. But why was this uncomfortable feeling nagging at his mind....?
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