Faeruthiel was not having a good day, and for an Eldar, that was saying something.
The seer council had planned this attack on the Tau, and had forseen total and swift victory, and the safety of their craftworld from an Ork Waaagh soon to come to the sector. But the reality was anything but.
A new weapon had been unleashed by the Tau, a new auxilliary race. Psychically potent in the extreme, it had annihilated squads in displays worthy of the twisted mon-keigh.
Faeruthiel ducked as a plasma burst sizzled past where her head had been, and looked for its origin. There! In the sky, another one of the new enemy, a flyer, was hovering, sending down plasma blasts at her squad. She raised her shurkien catapult and fired at it desperately. Her weapon answered her desperation, the shurikens carving through the armour and sending the being hurtling to the ground.
Her cheer faded when she saw another of the ground squads coming, and prepared for another bout of melee. These ones fought like orks, trusting to their strength to carry them through. Her squad raked them, but they seemed tougher than their late compatriot.
Too late she saw the psyker. Too late came the warning, for the building behind her began to shake. She tried to get out, but it was too late. The building crashed down upon her and her squad.
Although her compatriots had been mercifully slain instantly, she was still alive, her body half crushed by the collapse. She tried to call out, for help, for the mercy of death, even. But the psyker came. Faeruthiel filled with dread as the psyker lifted the building up, and two of the assault group lifted her up and carried her. Unlike the other allies of the Tau, and most of the sentient beings in the galaxy, these used their mouths to grasp things, and she could feel the power in their jaws. Her eyes closed as she let the terror carry her away to unconsciousness.
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