The air was thick and oppressive. The acrid taste of iron permeated her helmet’s respirator, heavy with a millennium of entropy. What could have befallen this place, wondered Shas’la Shu’to? A whole Gue’la sector deserted and left to rust like some long-sunken vessel. To the T’au, mankind’s primitive architecture always seemed blunt and overbearing, but this was worse. It minded her of the desiccated cadaver of a hulking and impossibly vast leviathan; a rib-like maze of collapsing gantries and stanchions.
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Shas’nel D’yni looked around the hull of the Devilfish lander with quiet pride. The craft was destined for the heart of the ruined gue’la Sector and around her sat a handpicked team of her Infiltration Cadre’s bravest warriors.
The abandoned depot was a welcome shelter from the abrasive ruststorm that howled outside. The T’au vanguard had made camp amongst ancient manufactorum crates and now huddled together around the blue glow of their fusion-heaters. Hovering drones hummed and whirred around the perimeter, motes of dust dancing in their infrared beams. Shas’nel D’yini’s jaw was set sternly as she listened to the latest reports from her scouts.
Grit hissed and clattered off the hood of the small skimmer as it ploughed through billowing red clouds of oxide dust. The tandem craft buffeted like a leaf in a storm, jinking and swerving through a mangled sprawl of skeletal buildings and ducts.
Gales keened through the sector’s broken spires, stoking the rust clouds that threatened to choke the Tetra’s engine intakes. The spotter’s grip tightened on the craft’s side, scanning his holoscreen as his comrade doggedly steered towards the faint blip of the basecamp homing beacon. They had to tell the others what they’d seen…
Welcome back reader. This week we have a miniature I started in 2015 but only finished recently (some of our long-standing Instagram follower may even recognise it!). It is, of course, the beautiful T’au Pathfinder Tetra.
A lone figure stares out into an ocean so dark that it merges with the night sky – an inky, inexorable void. Somewhere in that vastness lurk his Deepkin masters and soon enough they will call upon him once more to do their bidding.
Time moves differently in The Warp. In what seems like the blinking of an eye, over two years have passed since we last posted here! Fortunately our brushes have not been idle and there is much for us to share this year. To kick things off here’s a new Rat Orgor!