The sniper crouched in the undergrowth, wet mud seeping over his shoes as the rain battered down around him. He pulled up his sodden cloak around him and activated his eyepiece, looking towards the enemy encampment. His breathing slowed, and his body relaxed, a still figure blending in to the greenery. He had been left by his superiors, forgotten in the retreat, living for weeks off what little he could hunt, slowly using up his ammo until he had only one bullet left. Chancing upon this place, he had realised he could strike a blow to the enemy by killing the commander of this force.
Troops hurried around the base, some moving to their transports to be shipped off to battles far away, others training in a large open courtyard in the centre of the camp. Huge, hulking suits of armour and vehicles stood immobile in large hangars, smaller, stunted aliens cleaning and fixing them, hundreds of drones skimming over everyone, the watchdogs of this army ever watchful for the enemy. The tall, lithe commanders of this race, usually present at any such base, was conspicuously absent however. He knew that the death of these leaders left the enemy panicked and leaderless, even the army commanders losing their reason. Knowing that shooting any of the leaders in suits was pointless with only one round left, the sniper waited, and waited, and waited.
After a week of waiting, the sniper's eyes grew tired and his limbs stiff and he began to curse the idea of stopping here. Suddenly, a siren started in the camp, and the sniper shook back to attention, lifting the scope of his rifle back to his eyes. A small transport, one of the skimming vehicles for their infantry often seen on the battle landed and the occupant emerged. A dark red suit slipped out of the obviously modified vehicle, and the whole base fell down to their knees, like men in prayer. The sniper assumed this was an honoured commander, and realised that if the commander left his suit, this would be as good as, if not better than the death of one of their sacred leaders. The suit turned back to the vehicle and reached in, grasping something from inside and pulling it out. A large blade, pulsing with energy, was brought up into the air, and the enemy cheered in their alien language.
The commander suddenly brought his head up and looked straight towards the snipers position, shocking the sniper completely, though he stayed completely still. The hovering drones suddenly stopped and turned to face the snipers position, the hangars below opening and small suits moving out swiftly, disappearing on the move as strange alien fields activated. Knowing that in moments he was going to be flushed out, the sniper activated his own cloaks fields, powered only by a small source, and running out quickly, he knew he had to make a move now. Crawling out of the undergrowth onto a small path, he began to stand up, checking around for any sign of movement, before slowly walking along the path. he could hear the faint hum of jetpacks, the stealth-suits obviously choosing to hunt overhead and not through the almost impenetrable jungle.
A noise behind him made the sniper whirl round, but when he turned he saw no sign of any movement, and was going to turn back when he saw the small light on his chest. The Valkyries Mark, they had called it in the Damocles Crusade, when you saw it, you knew your death would be coming in the next few seconds, from enemies unseen. More dots arrived however, and he stood still, wondering why his life was being spared. A shot rang out and smashed his rifle apart in the middle, rendering him weapon-less, but for a knife which he dared not reach for. The red suit he had seen before walked out of the trees, it's weapon smoking. Stopping near the sniper, the front opened, and an elderly alien stepped out, the eyes that met the snipers showing wiseness of a kind beyond even one so old as he. Walking to the sniper, he held out his hand in greeting and nodded his head.
Sensing that he had nothing to fear, the sniper reached forward and grasped the hand, feeling an unexpectedly tight grip from such a supposedly frail alien. Gesturing in an unfamiliar sign language, the commander invited his guest to follow him, and as he did so a transport appeared in front of them, shielded by the same stealth fields as the smaller suits he had seen before. Clambering into the vehicle, he took another glance at the commander, and realised he was not so frail as he seemed, his face was ancient yes, but his wrinkled body was muscular, his hands gripping tightly around his blade, lad across lap. The alien watched him stare, and then began to speak in perfect Low Gothic. "Greetings human, I am Commander Farsight and this planet is soon to be the newest addition to the Farsight Enclaves, I believe I am right in assuming you meant to kill me?" at this he paused for a moment, his face grave "With your army completely removing themselves from the planet I can see no other reason for such a foolish move towards my main base."
The sniper looked up at him and saw a sad look in his eyes, as if the commander was almost empathising with him. " I had hoped to kill one of your armies ethereals, umm sir," He stuttered, noticing a flash of anger pass across the aliens face, "but with none forthcomin I saw an opportunity in killing you sir." Looking up he saw a wry smile on the commanders lips.
"And what an opportunity you would have had, my dear human, to fell the long hunted commander of the free Tau" seeing the look of confusion on his face, Farsight chuckled "ahh yes, free Tau, free from the grasp of the ethereals you wished to kill, those underhand, mind-controlling, power hungry tyrants." At these words his features twisted into a face full of anger, "So many years I fought for them until this blade showed me the truth and the way out of my enslavement. I am not proud at ordering the death of the defenceless, but they would have used their mind control against me and my men would have done the same to me as I had ordered against our rulers. Now we are free, assimilating many races into our forces, humans, kroot and many others that were left behind like you. I would be pleased if you joined with us as a free man, not a slave to superiors, but working in a team as brothers of the enclaves."
The devilfish came to a halt and the door opened, the sight in front of the sniper taking his breath away. A city of spires, larger than any imperial city he had ever seen was lying ahead of him, rich red buildings covering the expanse,bright coloured banners flying from every one. He could make out human banners, some even flying the Imperial eagle, and hundreds of unknown alien scripts flying around him. Turning to the commander, he nodded and offerered his hand to shake. "It would be my pleasure to live within a place such as this" He scowled "with people who respect me as an equal and do not leave me to die" So saying he jumped from the vehicle and walked towards the city, into a bright new life.
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