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The Orbital Air Caste City of Kor'Lu'Tana
The Sept world of Sa'Cea
Shas'O Kor'tuva Del'Nanae sat, restlessly in her chair. Aun'Juto watched her shuffle in her seat for a good several minutes before commenting, "My child, what is the matter with your chair?"
"Nothing... It's just.... at times like these, Aun, I feel like I have no control of anything. Our Fire Warriors have been training relentlessly. The Shas'vre, and Shas'ui are beginning to ask questions. They want to know what they are training so heavily for?", Del'nanae looked at the floor, sadly, "It burdons my heart to not be able to tell them. It burdons me more to know they will be disheartened to discover what the nature of our task is."
Aun'Juto had suspected that the Fire Caste would be getting concerned. "It has been over 3 Tau'cyr since the High Ones appointed us this honor. I see the look on your face. Yes, there is Honor in this mission, child. I know it is a heavy load to carry, but we must, it has been decreed nessicary for the Greater Good, and if its any concilation, I too have my concerns. Rest now child, we shall speak again in a few Kai'Rotaa when I return."
Del'Nanae stood, and respectfully bowed. "Be Well, your Emenence." She watched him leave, and stood about looking at her chair. Aun'Juto was correct. She found the seating made for the Air Caste to be quite uncomfortable. Even in the low gravity of the floating city, its hard surface provided little comfort, and it was a reminder to her of her outcast origin.
Over 20 Tau'Cyr ago, During the Ork Invasion of the Southern Tau Hemisphere of Influence, Del'Nanae's parents, both Fire Warrior squad leaders, conceived her near the end of their campaign to rid the world of Tash'var of the green skinned monsters. En'route back to Sa'Cea, She was birthed on the Air Caste supply Depot of Kor'tuva, which orbited a very uninhabitable gas planet, named Kor'Tuvo.
Being raised as a Fire Caste offworlder on Sa'Cea was difficult. She had to face riducule from her peers, as well as her surperiors for not only her parents disgrace at failing to follow code of conduct, but the accompanied disgrace of her name. Most other Tau have never heard of the small station she was born on, and it still bothered her to this day when asked about her homeworld.
For a Fire Caste to be born on such a place is often concidered disgraceful. From the beginning, it seems that the odds of her success were stacked conciderably against her. She might never have been elevated to her possition now, if not for a fateful day in her youth.
Her Hunter Cadre had been training in the forested region of Fio'Cea'ka. Her Squad was supposed to be on a standard patrol mission, when a Great Cearuk came crashing threw the tree's, and attacked them. Through sheer determination , and suicidal recklessness, she flung herself between her Shas'vre Trainer, and ended up in its great maw. While her fellow Fire Warriors tried blasting, fruitlessly, into its touch hide, with her strength fading, and unconciousness closing in on her, she grabbed her vibro-blade from her backpack, and stabbed the massive beast in its eyes, causing it to drop her, and flee.
From that day on, the taunting ceased, and she had begun her long journey to bringing repect to her name.
THE END OF PART ONE.
I must say I'm surprised she didn't kick him in his reproductive Gor'Hwa'Ang.
Taunting would have really, really stopped then.
Good start, good background.
Second to last paragraph "Threw" ---> "Through".
278 Tau'Cyr Ago
Archeological Site Fio'Te
Arthas Moloch Graveworld
Fio'el Tau'n Frep wiped the sweat from his brow. It was getting late. They had been digging this site for over a week, and had only found pottery. The survey determined the whole site to have probably been some form of fort, or probably governemnt center for the town they have been excavating for some time now, yet have seen no evidence of it beyond arrowheads, spearheads, and fossilized corpses.
He got up, and brushed the dirt of himself. Frep loved the feel of dirt on his hands. Dry, natural, and as constant as the taste of water is, from world to world. It was easy to feel close to home no matter how far away you are... just drop to you knees and smell a hand full of earth.
El'Frep started walking to the habitation modules, taking it the dusty atmosphere of this dry world, wondering what it must have been like millinium ago when its people lived out their lives, destined though, to die out like so many others, when, quite by circumstance, something glinting with the last rays of sunlight, caught his eye.
As he approached the glowing light, he saw a point sticking out of the dirt. It seems to speak out to him. He removed his bag, and took out a brush, to uncover this treasure that had suddonly un-earthed itself to him. Within a few short minutes, he had uncovered a blade sticking out of the ground, quite large, and made out of a strange bluish alloy that he had never seen before, and to his disbelieve, the blade was still very sharp. As sharp as the finest diamondine cutters.
Frep stared at the blood pouring out of his fingers.... and felt a strange sensation overcome him. Whatever this was that he had found. It was his. He didnt have to give it up to anyone. He wanted it more then anything, and not even the Auns could take it from him.
In the course of several Kai'Rotaa, Fio'El'Frep, corrupted by the ancient power of his find, dug it up in secret, fearful that any would find it and take it from him. As soon as it was un-earthed, it became clear as to what it was. A gigantic sword, constructed of an unknown alloy, coated in Runes the likes of which have never been recorded before. The sword itself, though surprisingly light weight to the feel, struck like it had the mass of many Fio'tons.
He had managed to keep it hidden from all the others. His rank, and assignment as project leader to this region provided him with all the reasons, and benefits to keep it secret, but one fateful day, Freps destiny was sealed.
Reports had spread like wildfire threwout the Empire. A large Ork fleet was heading directly towards Tau Space. Members of the Fire Caste all over the Empire were summoned to defend the people, in the name of the Greater Good. Before morning, O'Shovah received a message from the Kor'O in orbit. He was at once summoned to collect all Tau onworld, and head to Sa'Cea to lead the Tau Battlefleet in defence of the Empire.
Having quickly heard the news, El'Frep panicked. None of his personal shipping containers would hold his precious sword, and he certainly couldnt just turn it in for proper storage. Freps twisted mind, decided that the only way to keep it, would be to remain behind on Arthas Moloch, and abandon his orders. This, though shocking to him, he found far easier to do than any choice he had ever made. Quickly, he wrapped the blade up into cloth, and decided to flee before dawn approached.
He might have gotten away that day, if it werent for the faults of chance. Several Fire Warriors, who were busy waking everyone up, spotted El'Frep running into the desert, carrying a large object. Naturally they reported such a suspicious sight to their superiors, who reported up the chain of command, all the way to Commander Fightsight.
O'Shovah was finishing putting away his personal effects, And was ready for the Fio'la to move it to a transport, when threw his headpeice, he heard a bizarre trail of reports concerning the bewildering actions of the Earth Caste head archeologist. "I dont have time for this non-sense.... Vre'Tais, summon Aun'po, and ready a Pirahna."
"Yes, Commander... ", Shas'vre Tais saluted, and went about following his orders. O'Shovah had become to respect the young Fire Warrior, he having quickly raised threw the ranks, would be able to proove his ability against the Green Skinned Aliens, and maybe even earn the Rank of Shas'el for himself. As Shovah stepped into the darkness outside his Quarters, Aun'po was there to meet him, "Commander, Im busy, You best have a good reason for disturbing me."
O'Shovah frowned, though he respected the Ethereals, and was submissive to their greater wisdom, he still had found the ability to feel disgust for Aun'po. "Naturally, Aun. It seems our Fio'el has gone running off. And in the interest of preserving unity, I feel you presense is required." Lest I murder the fool, Shovah though, silently. Grabbing a Stun Rifle, he gestured the Aun to follow. "Please, come, I have a pirahna waiting for us."
They both climbed into the Pirahna, and took off into the early dawn toward the last reported direction Frep had taken off too. Within less than a quarter Dec, they found him cowering next to rocks, foolishly trying to hide, but thanks to the black-sun filters this vehicle had installed, he was easy to track down, upon landing, O'Shovah lept from the craft, and ran after Frep, who had taken off in a sprint.
Not feeling like playing games, he raised the Stun Rifle to his shoulder, and fired a blast of charged particles into the Fio, knocking him to the ground. Aun'po shouted in obvious anger, "There is NO need for that weapon O'Shovah, If you ever do such a thing again, ill have you demoted to Shas'la, and assigned to an asteroid, is that clear?!" To tell the truth, Shovah knew that he had no choice but to accept the statement spoken by the Ethereal. The power he had over him was sickening to him. "Yes Aun, perfectly clear, forgive me your Highness."
Just then, as the first morning light from the star began to shine on that lifeless plain, Shovah could see something glowing near the slumbering body of Fio'El Frep. As he approached it.... it became clear that it was a gigantic sword, of very alien origin. He leaned over to pick it up.... desiring greatly to hold it in his hands.
"Dont touch it!" Shouted the Aun. "You have no idea what it is or what it could do."
Shovah paused. For the first time in his life, he felt like he had a choice. He looked at the Aun, and then back to the beuatiful, glimmering sword, and said quietly... "No."
Commander Farsight, O'Shovah of the Fire Caste, picked up the that Dawn Blade, and felt the power it represented flowing threw him. Somehow everything was differant. The Aun no long mattered. He no longer needed to follow the Greater Good. He felt truely free.
"Shovah, drop that sword, NOW!", shouted the Aun, desparately trying to come to terms with such disobediance.
O'Shovah began to feel anger flowing threw his veins. Who was this weak creature in front of him, daring to threaten him, a great Fire Caste Warrior, Commander of legions, Hero to the Tau Empire. This Aun, was nothing.
Proove to me that he is nothing to you, spoke the sword.
"You are nothing to me, Aun.", O'Shovah, raising the sword, and standing up to his full height, gripped the hilt and stepped towards the suddonly quite frightened being before him.
"You wouldn't....... ", whimpered the Aun.....
.... With the swiftness of a Kroot Hawk, O'Shovah swung the blade threw the air, painting glittering arcs of destruction as it flew. In less then a moment, The Aun's body was nearly indecernible.
O'Shovah spat on the ground. "I just did."
Shortly after breaking the Earth Caste Archealogists neck, O'Shovah returned to the Camp, and ordered those who had seen him with the Aun to be silent, and
never speak of it again.
Though suspicions and rumours would turn into myths and legends over the next
many years, The only one that day to live with the true knowledge of the incident, shortly their after took his people to fight the Orks, and then into the Gulf of Damoclese, never to be seen from again.
THE END OF PART TWO.
did you write that yourself? damn good
Got more coming too. Plan on being 7 or 8 parts by the time its finished, with some excellent cliffhangers, and a surprise ending.
I'm looking forwards to it.
I liked this, it is thoughtfully written, and has a good Tau feel to it. Nice to be investigating some of the more unusual aspects of Tau culture too.
Ryan Dancey, Vice President of Wizards of the Coast, believed that TSR failed because of "...a near total inability to listen to its customers, hear what they were saying, and make changes to make those customers happy." Are you listening, Games Workshop ?
I like your story very much and i will be interested in reading the other chapters. However, i don't know enough about tau ( or any other army) to truley critique it. But over all its a great peice
I really liked part one partly because Tau women have really been forgotten (I mean to my knowledge there has only been one female Tau mentioned in the official background so far) plus the idea of a Tau being outcast for reasons that would be so trivial to humans also goes well with the fact theyâ€™re an alien race
â€œSomeone I know calls a Sphinx a Sphincter I really donâ€™t have the heart to correct themâ€?
â€œSo you want to be made feel like a small boy and dominated do you? How about you dress up as Micky Mouse and Iâ€˜ll hit you with a baseball bat until you pass out or die?â€?