The Collected and Collated Annals of the battles, wars and conflicts of Aurish Prime: Part 9: Plutarch
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Governor Plutarch gazed out of the window, frozen in horror by what he had witnessed.
The lines of uneasy alliance between the Tau and the local PDF, many of whom looked... less than human now.
How those same PDF has seemingly deserted their posts, right as the monstrous machines of the arch enemy appeared in the tree line.
How the Tau seemed to have lost their interest in the fight as soon as their allies disappeared.
The brutal onslaught of the Mastodon, with its singing choir, and the machine which his staff had dubbed 'The Pontifex'.
The cloud of filth and flies which had swept in from the north east, bringing feculent disease and hopelessness with it.
How the not-PDF had erupted from under the city and it's environs to engage with the enemy. He has wondered how he had not noticed that many bore additional limbs or distended skulls.
The flies... So many flies...
How the Tau commander in its battlesuit was ripped apart by warp infused shots.
How Sakura Drummond, identifed by his chief of staff from Arbites records, had stood in the front of the monstrous transport, blocking it's path before being hacked apart by a chaos lord wearing foul tactical dreadnought plate.
How the foul grandsons of Nurgle overran the defensive line and bunkers, paving the way into the city proper.
And how a...creature of the warp went toe to toe with one of the Mechanicum's God Machines, plunging it's daemonic blade into its command throne, only to ignite some crucial element of the titan's plasma reactor, killing both the Warhound and itself in an apocalyptic mushroom cloud of blue-white energy.
They had lost.
"Sergeant, gather every fighting man and woman in the mansion and prepare them to repel the invaders. We've lost the city, but by the golden throne they will not take us. Work with house security to make them pay for every step they take in these hallowed hallways."
The sergeant to his side saluted and matched from the room. Plutarch returned his gaze to the window...
The lines of uneasy alliance between the Tau and the local PDF, many of whom looked... less than human now.
How those same PDF has seemingly deserted their posts, right as the monstrous machines of the arch enemy appeared in the tree line.
How the Tau seemed to have lost their interest in the fight as soon as their allies disappeared.
The brutal onslaught of the Mastodon, with its singing choir, and the machine which his staff had dubbed 'The Pontifex'.
The cloud of filth and flies which had swept in from the north east, bringing feculent disease and hopelessness with it.
How the not-PDF had erupted from under the city and it's environs to engage with the enemy. He has wondered how he had not noticed that many bore additional limbs or distended skulls.
The flies... So many flies...
How the Tau commander in its battlesuit was ripped apart by warp infused shots.
How Sakura Drummond, identifed by his chief of staff from Arbites records, had stood in the front of the monstrous transport, blocking it's path before being hacked apart by a chaos lord wearing foul tactical dreadnought plate.
How the foul grandsons of Nurgle overran the defensive line and bunkers, paving the way into the city proper.
And how a...creature of the warp went toe to toe with one of the Mechanicum's God Machines, plunging it's daemonic blade into its command throne, only to ignite some crucial element of the titan's plasma reactor, killing both the Warhound and itself in an apocalyptic mushroom cloud of blue-white energy.
They had lost.
"Sergeant, gather every fighting man and woman in the mansion and prepare them to repel the invaders. We've lost the city, but by the golden throne they will not take us. Work with house security to make them pay for every step they take in these hallowed hallways."
The sergeant to his side saluted and matched from the room. Plutarch returned his gaze to the window...