[Fire_Warrior 032]

Hello everybody,
I wrote this about a year and a half ago (you can find the topic if you search) and have recently re-discovered it, and am going to continue (and hopefully finish) it. So, without further adieu, the story so far:
NOTE: I do not know very much about the 40k universe at all. Some of this I have completely made up, and I don't really care if it's not completely accurate with 40k...I'm writing this for fun and I'm writing it how I want to write it but it shouldn't be too inaccurate...just don't correct me by saying "A tau would never do that!" or "That's not how tau squads are formed!" or anything like that...


Shas'la Shovah walked on the rough path, his hoofed feet making small indentations in the mud-like sand of Dal'yth. By his sides were seemingly endless plains, illuminated by the final rays of light before dusk. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were deep and understanding. He finally strode into the safe walls of Mont'a, a small settlement consisting of about three hundred Tau, walking down the paved walkways, surrounded by domed buildings and men hurrying around to do last minute tasks. The people of Mont'a were friendly and open-hearted, and Shovah knew most of the inhabitants by name. He finally reached his home, one of the smaller buildings. He opened the large white door quietly, hoping not to wake the children. His wife sat in a small chair, reading a scroll of some sort. She nodded in acknowledgment silently, and then went back to her reading. He left the room without a word, and lay down on his bed. Before long, he was off to a deep sleep...
In about an hour, Shovah woke slowly, his eyes drooping heavily as he stretched. He got out of bed and changed into cleaner clothing - a beige tunic and mud brown pants that fell to his ankles. He left the room, walking into the living quarters of the house. It was still dark outside, but the thin rays of moonlight glowed through the open windows as Shovah ate his breakfast. When he finished, he stood up and walked outside, past the round buildings until reached one of the largest buildings of them all; the training facility. He walked inside, where there were at least a dozen doors down a long hallway, he strode past all of them until he reached the second to last one - a white door with a large metal plaque bearing the words "training rooms." This he opened, and entered an enormous room with dozens of large arenas - some grassy, some sandy, and some snowy. They were seperated by enourmous walls, and each wall had the same white door with the metal plaque, saying "grasslands #6" or "desert #4."
Shovah turned to his right, where there were enormous racks carrying hundreds of weapons and armor - from pulse rifles and carbines to rail-rifles and even battlesuits, though there were only 4 XV8's in the entire village, and 3 XV88's. Both the armor and the weapons were different colors - some black, some an orangy yellow, and some white. Shovah grabbed a pulse rifle and slipped into the fire warrior armor swiftly, he had done this so many times before. He wore white armor - for he was part of the Kais, who specialized in snow combat. Not that they would ever need it on Dal'yth, however.
The Kais were named so because they excelled in accuracy and speed, being able to be deployed quickly, fire a few shots, and move to another location to keep the enemy in disarray, however the only member of the Kais that had actually been in war was Shas'ui Vior'la, the strict and moody leader of the team, but they had excelled in all training excersises.

Once Shovah was fully outfitted in the white armor, he grabbed a pulse rifle and continued down the room until he reached a door: "Snow, room 3," the plaque wore. He opened it and entered the large, realistic arena with artificial trees and snow. 3 other members of the 9 in the Kais were already there - practice was scheduled in 5 minutes. Shovah walked up to them - Kauyon, Suam, and Vior'la. Kauyon was rather tall and slim, and took several things much more lightly than they should, to the irritation of Vior’la. Suam's family had been killed during the Damocles Gulf Crusade, yet he survived, with a large scar across his cheek, rising through the eye. He hated Tyranids more than anything in the world, yet he was calm and self-contained, occasionally getting angry at Kauyon's pranks. Vior'la was the leader of the group, but a dangerous leader, for hot-headed he certainly was. Finally, when the rest of the team entered the arena, they began training - several arduous activities from running laps to dodging projectiles leaving the Kais gasping for air. The time came and passed, but suddenly, during target practice, an Etheral entered the arena, glancing around to make sure he was in the right room.
He wore beige cloth, with intricate designs leaping from one stitch to another. Twin blades hung on his back, and a small pistol clinged to his hip. Every member of the Kais simaltaniously bowed down, laying their weapons in front of them and honoring the Etheral's presence. At the Etherals sign, they stood once again, but left their weapons on the ground.
"The Kais, at your service." Vior'la said proudly.
"Greetings, Vior'la, but I am afraid we have no time for common talk. A new planet has been recently sighted North of Dal'yth - and according to our sensors it is uninhabited. I have come to you because there is no other squadron here able to take the environment there, cold and snowy. We would like you to go there and investigate. You must hurry - a planet like this is not commonly come across." The Etheral said, and before the Kais could do or say anything he left without another word.

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Shovah sat in his small room on the dropship that had recently left Dal'yth. The ship shook occasionally, and a quesy feeling gathered in his stomach. Shovah had only gone in space a few times, and none of them were pleasent experiences. One of the crew entered, silently handing him a plate with food and a glass with an unrecognisable substance and left. Though his stomach lurched with hunger, he set the food aside.
"Unrecognisable" is never good for food... He thought, lying down to bed and drifting off into uneasy dreams.

Shovah's eyes fluttered open. The cabin shook violently, and half of the items had toppled over or broken. He got up slowly, carefully walking through the shards of glass and up to the electronic door, which slid open as he approached it. From there he entered the main deck, where he found Vior'la pacing nervously. 3 long couches were scattered across the room, and the table in the center lay upturned, yet no one seemed to want to right it - it would just topple over again. A large radar screen stretched across the left wall, with several blinking lights that Shovah had no idea what meant. He walked towards Vior'la, but stumbled on a particularily violent jolt and tumbled to the floor. Embarrased from his lack of dignity, Shovah quickly pulled himself back up and approached Vior'la, who had hardly moved at all.
"Graceful," murmered Vior'la sarcastically, which surprised Shovah. Vior'la was a stony, straight-forward person.
"What's with the...turbulence?" Shovah asked, searching for the right word; turbulence was an understatement.
"We are nearing the planet, but nothing seems to be normal about it. As you know, our sensors didn't pick up any life signals...but the problem is - they're not picking up anything else. No life, no pressure, no atmosphere...nothing. It's as if it didn't exist."
The pilot's voice emnated through the speakers: "Ship entering planet's atmosphere in approximately 5 minutes."
"How could we see the planet on the radar, if, like you said, it has no readings whatsoever?" Shovah asked curiously, yet somewhat frightened.
"I don't know. This is certainly very strange." Was Vior'la's response, and then a jolt sent even him rolling across the room.
The electronic door in the rear opened, and Suam entered the room, dressed in full armor.
"For goodness sake, Suam, put the damn gun down before you shoot someone!" Shovah yelled, just recovering from the last jolt.
"And whats the armor for, anyway?" Shovah added, "You heard the ethereal. No life on the planet."
"We're landing in 5........4 minutes," He said, adding the last part after hearing the pilot's latest announcement. "Who knows what can be down there that we can't see?"
"It's better to be safe than sorry," Vior'la agreed. "I'll rally the rest of the squad and tell them to get their armor, unless they've already done so."
Shovah left the room hastily, unwilling to be shot on a bad bump.
Shovah entered the armory, where there were about twenty suits of armor and another twenty weapons hanging on a large rack in the center of the room. Small, hard benches surrounded them, and the whole room seemed puny in comparison to the training grounds on the Dal'yth village.
If I ever see Dal'yth again....Vior'la's right, who knows what can happen?
Three other members of the Kais were putting on the armor as well, and Kauyon had just entered. Shovah waved to Kauyon - he knew the whole team, but Kauyon and Suam he knew from outside the team, they had all met at a training academy. A sudden jolt brought Shovah back to attention, and he hastily dressed himself and headed towards the landing hatch, to be ready for landing.

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"Ship has entered atmosph-" The pilot said, but suddenly the ship's lights turned off. Then Shovah realized that so had the engine, and all power systems. They had completely shut down.

The dropship rocketed towards the planet's surface, and the Kais were being tossed around the ship like flies. No control or button would work, there was no way to break their fall...
Shovah held on tightly to the rack as the ship lurched this way and that as it plummeted. He vaguely heard a pulse rifle go off and a strangled scream, but his mind was elsewhere...

They were bound to die.
The ship hit the surface of the frosty plant with a loud crash, and then it was silent. The dropship was flaming, there was fire everywhere, and Shovah's mind was in a blur as he lay in the wreckage, unable to move. The dropship had split into many large pieces, scattered on the frosty plain like a child's forgotton toy, and it was eerily silent. Nothing stirred in the wasteland of desolation.
Shovah woke slowly, and as his eyes drifted open, he began to stand, but his knees all but screamed and he fell back to the hard, icy ground. He slowly drifted to sleep again as weariness overwhelmed him, and the thought echoed hollowly in his mind:
I was lucky I survived...
After a little les than a dec, he woke again. This time he was able to stand, and although the pain was far from gone, he gritted his teeth and walked around stiffly, trying to regain feeling in his freezing, aching body. His left arm hung limply by his side, and he felt at least 3 broken ribs. Matted blood covered the top of his head, but he was alive...
Something stirred to his right, underneath a pile of still smoking rubble, and Shovah rushed to it as fast as his ribs would let him - pain stabbed him like a hot knife in the cold, wintery plain whenever he breathed. Slowly, one by one, he lifted the broken support beams and masses of ruins. He saw a hand sticking out limply of the debris, pale, almost lifeless, but not quite, he grabbed it eagerly and pulled. His muscles strained under the extra weight, but he did not care, he pulled anyway. Finally the debris gave way, and a body emergy. Shovah looked into the pale face; Vior'la was still out cold and his corpse hung still, but he was breathing...a gash down his arms and several large burns were his injuries were the flaming debris had hit him. He would have been crushed to oblivion if it weren't for the thick armor he wore.
And I thought it was a miracle I survived! He's half dead!
After more searching, he found six other survivors. All of the crew had died, for they had no armor to save the debris from crushing them. Etan, the seventh member, Shovah gagged when he saw. Etan was missing an arm, and from his waist down his skin was torn to shreds where the engine had exploded and landed on him. Suam was the only other survivor awake, save for Shovah.
"Poor Etan..." Suam mourned. Etan was the newest member, but was skilled and had an uncanny sense of knowing the enemy.
Shovah made a small fire out of some large splinters of wood, a difficult task in the snow, but he succeeded, nonetheless. Suam and Shovah huddled together, waiting - hoping - for some others to wake.
Shovah paced impatiently around the dying fire, anxiously anticipating for the others to wake. Suam had gone back to sleep, and he lay, huddled next to the fire, shivering. Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught the corner of his eye. He whirled around, but saw nothing, save for debris of the ship and the endless, dull landscape, stretching for miles. Thes sun rested on the horizon, yet it seemed to emnate no warmth at all.
Shovah cautiously explored the rubble where he saw the movement, but found nothing. His ribs had gotten no better after a dec of sitting by the fire, and now restricted him of freely doing any movement. Suddenly, he saw the flicker in his left eye, then almost immediatly afterwards in his right.
That was not my imagination...
He whirled around, frightened, then whirled around a second time, turning this way and that, looking for the silent figure. He felt a tingling feeling down his spine, his instincts told him that whatever it was, it wasn't good. He slowly drew his pistol from its holder at his side, comfortingly feeling the grip of the cold, hard weapon. The tingle returned, and he whirled around, and found himself face-to-face with a Termagaunt.
It was very large, with dark grey skin and an icy white carapace, making it almost blend in with the landscape. It grinned devilishly, and its eyes glinted as it leapt before Shovah could raise his weapon, colliding with him and sending him flying in the air, then landed sprawled on the ground. His pistol was out of arms reach 3 times over, and if his ribs hurt before, it was nothing compared to now. Before he could move, the Gaunt was on him, opening and closing its jaws excitedly as it prepared to feast. It began to scratch deep gashes into Shovah's face and arms, seeming to forget it had a gun. Suddenly its head perked up and it stopped, and an unseen force slammed into it and sent it flying, collapsing in a bloody heap three paces away from Shovah. Cyan blood covered Shovah's face as lay there, and Vior'la ran up to him, closely followed by Kauyon, whos gun was still smoking.
"Looks like we're not alone..." Kauyon began
"That was just a scout. They know we're here -"
"Well who wouldn't, with all the ruckus we caused when we crashed our ship!"
"We had better get going. Everyone's awake, Shovah, and if we want any chance of survival we had better move camp and explore the area. I tried Comlinking Dal'yth, but the signal's dead. Perhaps another spot will enable it once again. Lets go!" Vior'la commanded.
After a day of travelling, the boring plains had transformed into a rocky forest. Trees hung low, weighed down by the inches of snow layered on top. They had not seen any more evidence of Tyranids, but Shovah had never let his guard down. He still limped, and was gasping for breath when they reached a small clearing to rest; Vior'la was seemingly merciless and worked them through nearly all day. Shovah gratefully reached for his water flask, but was disappointed when only a few drops touched his tongue; the rest was either frozen or already drank.
"We need to find some water soon..." he said through his heaving breaths.
"Tell me something I don't know," Vior'la snapped, obviously grumpy because of the lack of materials.
Shovah noticed something red under the layers of snow on a nearby bush, he hurried to it and wiped the snow away, smiling. At least five dozen berries hung on the bush, for some reason ripe in the middle of winter. The rest of the Kais saw Shovah, and scuttled around hastily, finding more bushes. Before they ate, Shovah ran one of the berries through his scanner. It didn't seem poisonous, so he popped it into his mouth. A tangy taste overwhelmed him, and then died away as he chewed and swallowed carefully.
"They're good!" He said, grinning, and began to eat.
They were eating so furiously that no one noticed two Gaunts approach them from behind. Suddenly, Peron's head was ripped away with a loud sucking sound, spraying the area with thick cyan blood. The Gaunt smiled ruthlessly, and before the Kais could react, the other filled Kuir with the strange, living ammunition, slowly eating him away. Shovah got up with a start, and, only focusing on a Gaunt, shot it twice with his pulse rifle. The first hit it in the arm, and the second bounced off it's carapace. He backed up quickly, trying to get another shot in, but the Gaunt leaped at him, tackling him. It began to claw at him, but he grabbed it's scyth-like arm and twisted it. The Gaunt shrieked, surprised, and Shovah speared it withh it's own weapon. As he got up, he noticed everyone staring at him in awe, and Vior'la in disappointment. The other abnormally large Gaunt lay dead, with several large bullet holes in its body.
"You barbaric fool!" Vior'la yelled.
"What was I supposed to do? My gun was useless from that close!" Shovah argued intensely.
"You know very well that we do not approve of fighting in close combat!" Vior'la replied.
"Now, now, cut it out!" Suam interrupted, "You would think that an attack by Gaunts would bring us closer together. Shovah killed the thing, thats all we should care about here, we need to survive, not be honorific!"
Shovah and Vior'la didn't talk for the rest of the day.
Shovah ran through the dense forest, vines lashed out at him, slashing his uncovered face and tripping his legs. Fear was wide in his eyes as he stumbled through the overgrowth, looking over his shoulder every few paces. Suddenly, he tripped on a gnarled root sticking out of the ground, and tumbled to the ground. 3 genestealers jumped out of a nearby bush and landed on him. They tore him with their claws, ripping him to shreds, feasting on his flesh. His bones cracked noisily as they broke him, ate him, killed him. And then he was falling. Falling through the sky, through clouds, towards an unseen ground. Falling. Forever...

Shovah woke with a start, sweat beading down his furrowed brow. He stood shakily, his chest heaving up and down as he panted. He looked around, and warmth filled his body. Suam, taking watch, was staring at him curiously; Kauyon, Vior'la, Rand, Frei'sho, and Gia were all fast asleep.
It was only a dream... Shovah thought reassuringly, but still shook. It was so...real!

Finally, he was able to lie down again and fall back into a light, uncomfortable slumber.

[Fire_Warrior 032]

Shovah ran through the dense forest, vines lashed out at him, slashing his uncovered face and tripping his legs. Fear was wide in his eyes as he stumbled through the overgrowth, looking over his shoulder every few paces. Suddenly, he tripped on a gnarled root sticking out of the ground, and tumbled to the ground. 3 genestealers jumped out of a nearby bush and landed on him. They tore him with their claws, ripping him to shreds, feasting on his flesh. His bones cracked noisily as they broke him, ate him, killed him. And then he was falling. Falling through the sky, through clouds, towards an unseen ground. Falling. Forever...

Shovah woke for a second time, frightened by the reocurring dream. As his eyes opened softly, he noticed that all of the Kais were huddled around him, staring at him nervously.
"Goodness, Shovah, what kind of nightmare was that? I bet the whole world could hear you, the way you were screaming," Kauyon said, worridly.
"I---I don't know..." Shovah said, equally nervous and worried.
"What happened?" Vior'la asked, the only one whose face showed no expressions.
"Why does it matter? It was just a dream..." Shovah replied.
"That was no ordinary dream. For one, no matter what we did, you wouldn't wake up. And also," Vior'la said, a look of uncertainty appearing on his face, "well, come with me."

Shovah got up slowly, shakily, and followed Vior'la out of the clearing. They had reached the clearing, and were building a make-shift base - so far they only had small, roofed areas that had no walls, but protection from most weather hazards, four days ago. It was right next to a small lake, surprisingly unfrozen in the frigid climate. When Shovah reached the lake and looked at his reflection, his jaw dropped open and his hand slowly reached towards his face. Cyan gashes striped his face, and he knew not dream from reality. The gashes were obviously from the vines in his dream...


Shovah sat down, shivering with fear. He could not stop touching the gashes, making sure they were real, and even when he felt the deep cuts, he would not - could not - believe it. Vior'la studied him closely, and Shovah looked up at him. A clog appeared in his throat as he spoke,
"I don't know what happened. I.... I had a dream - I was being chased by Genestealers - and I wake up and it....it became real," He said, almost unable to speak.
"Look, these are serious issues. Very serious. Whatever is causing your pain in dreams could become a mighty weapon - for instance, if you died in your dream, you might possibly die in real life." Vior'la said thoughtfully.
"That's another thing puzzling me. I did die in that...that dream," the word 'dream' sounded wrong; whatever Shovah had was not a dream, "but I'm not...dead..."
"We're getting away from this infernal, forsaken place!" Vior'la yelled, and stormed away, for once seeming frightened and alarmed.
Shovah sat by the lake for a while, thinking of what happened, running his hand over his bumpy, torn face multiple times. Finally, he got up, throwing a small pebble into the lake and walking away.
The following days were no better for Shovah. The rest of the Kais seemed disturbed - afraid - of him, backing away whenever they could and glancing at him occasionally, fear in their eyes. Shovah felt dirty - impure....the only one that seemed unchange was Vior'la, continuing to order them around mercilessly. Even Kauyon, Shovah's best friend of the group, shyed away from him. For the first time, Shovah had time to think about and miss Dal'yth, with it's towering spires and civilization. Shovah kicked a pebble angrily, his cuts were as fresh as the night he recieved them, and showed no signs of healing. This worried him greatly, although he no longer was losing any blood, the scars were still there, and they stung when he touched them. They stung when he didn't touch them, they stung when he ate, slept, walked, ran, no matter what he did, they would be there, reminding him of what happened. He had not had another dream like the one before, but every night he felt like it could be the last.
"What's on your mind?" Vior'la asked, as if he didn't know.
Shovah didn't answer, and didn't need to. Vior'la merely shrugged, and walked away.
The camp they made had improved - they had made small, wooden huts with straw roofs and beds. They were only large enough to fit one person standing, but it was better than nothing. Shovah and the rest of the Kais gathered berries, wood, water, and other materials they would need. They worked all day, and had short, unrelaxed breaks full of anticipation for the next job.
Finally, after Shovah hauled the last bundle of wood up, he was told by Vior'la to get some rest.
I may sleep, but I won't get any rest. Shovah thought, grimacing. He lay on his straw mat and slowly, unfitfully, fell to sleep.

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Shovah's eyes drifted open slowly. He saw a straw ceiling, and felt something prickly on his back. He got up, and then remembered where he was, and lay back down when he saw it was still rather dark outside. He couldn't go back to sleep, however, and he left the hut restlessly. Outside, he saw the small circle of huts, and quietly walked between them and to the front of camp. There, he saw Kauyon on guard.
"I'm just going to go for a small walk, I can't get any sleep." Shovah said uneasily, watching Kauyon's eyes flicker at his scars.
"Go ahead," Kauyon murmered, and his eyes went back to the quiet, still forest.

Shovah walked away, thinking about Dal'yth. He began to feel hate and rage swell up inside him, hate at the Etheral, for leading them here, hate for his family, for giving him one more thing to miss...
Cut it out! Shovah told himself, embarrased he felt hatred towards those that had nothing to do with the source of his hate.
Shovah walked for an hour or two, then decided to return back to the camp. He had not gone very far, mostly just in circles in the dense forest. When he reached the clearing of the camp, he felt hatred once again, but not for those on Dal'yth - for Tyranids.

The huts were piles of rubble on the ground, dead, tau bodies lay sprawled on the ground. Cyan blood dotted the white snow, and worst of it all was a Genestealer, tearing down the final hut, it's occupant already torn to shreds and seemingly - Shovah thought with nausea and disgust as he saw the body - eaten.

The genestealer's head perked up, and it turned around to face Shovah, an evil grin on its face.
The Genestealer was easily two heads taller than Shovah - probably more. It approached him slowly, walking up, taking its time. Shovah began to take a few steps backwards, wishing for a gun. He saw a pulse carbine in the corner of his eye, lying on the ground next to a still, unmoving Kauyon. Abruptly, Shovah leapt towards the gun and swiftly picked it up. The Genestealer charged at him, alerted by his sudden movement. Shovah hastily got up from the ground and was able to fire off two shots before he was tackled by the Genestealer. Claws ripped at him, he punched back, but slowly he was being overtaken. He swung his fist as hard as he could, knocking the Genestealer off him. He bled from many wounds, and painfully reached out to grab the gun. His fingers only brushed the handle, however, when the Genestealer pounced on him again. He struggled to keep it off of him, but it was too powerful. One of it's claws tore at his neck, and everything went black.

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Shovah awoke on a straw mat. He felt cold, and shook miserably. He was outside, and it was daytime, the few birds that lived on the planet chirped softly despite the cold wind. He noticed a few of the Kais were alive, either standing up and trying to rebuild the huts, or lying on a mat like his and moaning softly. To Shovah's dismay, many were on the ground, cold, and still. Their faces were no longer weary, and their eyes were shut in the quiet peacefullness of death.

Vior'la, Suam, and Raun were rebuilding huts, and Kauyon and Shovah were lying on the mats. The rest were dead.
The truth wouldn't come to Shovah. Ever since he was 7 years old, he had been training with the Kais, they were almost like a second family. Now, only 5 had survived through the harsh, cold planet and the abnormally large Tyranids. 5.
[This is where the story I had stopped and never really picked up with it again. So on to more!]
“So we’re going to have to go down there?! You are ****ing crazy.” Shovah heard a voice say. He opened his eyes - he was still lying on the straw mat, and apparantly he had blacked out again. His neck throbbed and itched where he had been attacked, and as he tried to move pain shot through it. He reached his hand up and felt the dried, hardened blood that was no doubt all over him.
“Yeah, well, I don’t see you having any better plan,” Another voice responded.
I blacked out.

When Shovah woke for the third time, it was dark outside. The sun had set, and what feeble warmth it gave off in the day was gone, and left him even colder and more miserable than before. Most of the discomfort was probably because of his armor, which was lying next to him on the ground, leaving him dressed in nothing but his ragged and torn shirt and pants that seemed like forever ago he had put on to leave for training that fateful morning.
Shovah was able to sit up, not without several aches and pains all over his body. Neat stitches, no doubt done by Vior’la, lined his gashes and cuts that he had taken throughout the course of the previous few days. However, they didn’t stop the pain, and there was nothing to be done about his bruises and abraisions.
Slowly and painfully, Shovah began to put on his armor. Once he was finished, he felt the refreshing sensation as his climate stabilizers turned on and warmth rushed through the armor. He looked around, but couldn’t find anybody except Kauyon, who was still unconscious and looked even worse than Shovah. Gashes and large purple blotches covered his face, and his left arm was bent in such a way Shovah was sure a bone was in two - or more - pieces.
The fact that he couldn’t find the others worried him. Their outpost couldn’t have been attacked, or else he’d surely be dead as well, and there wasn’t any more signs of violence than before. But Shovah was also confident that Vior’la would never purposefully leave him and Kauyon here, especially wounded, because another Tyranid attack could happen at any time.
Shovah heard a noise. He turned around quickly, and stealthily began to approach where it had come from. However, he relaxed, when he realized that it was Raun, standing over Kauyon. Shovah, relieved, began to stand up and opened his mouth to speak, when Raun raised his pulse rifle and shot Kauyon in the face.

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[shaso_montyr]

;D This is a great story. I dunno what you ment about innacurate fluff though, it all seems tauish. :rockon:

[Fire_Warrior 032]

Okay then, well I wouldn't know, so
Thanks

[Fire_Warrior 032]

Updated

[shaso_montyr]

soooooo... planned the next insallment?

[Fire_Warrior 032]

Yep, I actually (only just) finally laid out the plan for how the story will (hopefully) go.
As my personal text says, I'm in London now (in an Internet Cafe) so no additions 'till I get back I'm afraid

[calmsword]

the only inaccuracy i see is Tau dreaming- they don't... reads like a video game (he's super Tau!!!)