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    For The Lesser Evil - IC

    Gideon Asaph hurried down Saint Ithica Way, walking fast. He had long since left behind the area of Tasckird that he knew well, and he didn’t care. A sheen of sweat glazed his forehead, but not entirely because of the heat. He wore no hat or headscarf despite the baking sun - he had dropped his hat two streets back and had not dared stop to pick it up. He knew they were still following him. A glance over his shoulder confirmed the fact.

    They had the look of working-class Tasckird citizens, both in thin coats with wide-brimmed hats shading their heads against the sun, but Gideon knew all too well who they really were. They quickened their pace, still walking, but briskly now as they weaved around the pedestrians in their way. It was mid-rotaa and most citizens were on their lunch break, sheltered inside air-conditioned canteens and eateries. A few still walked the streets of the bustling Tasckird suburbs, but not enough to allow him to lose his pursuers or seriously impede their progress.

    Gideon’s heart was hammering in his chest as he turned into a street signposted Peresov Street, breaking into a jog. Looking up he saw something black darting across the rooftops, moving in the same direction as him. He knew what that was too. Behind him, the two pursuers were closing fast. He needed somewhere crowded, somewhere where his pursuers wouldn’t dare try anything. He saw a pub across the street and made for it.

    The two men rounded the corner a moment later, just in time to see their quarry disappear through the front door. They stopped for a moment and looked at each other. Nearby, a black ground car eased to a halt directly opposite the pub. One of the men glanced at the car, then up at the sun-bleached rooftops. He nodded to his companion, and then began to cross the street. His hand drifted to a shoulder holster concealed inside his coat.

    ******

    The internal circulator units hummed softly, keeping the air inside the modified Devilfish transport at a comfortable 20 degrees C despite the dusty heat outside. For Shas’la Lynu’cha and his pilot, this adjustment was largely superfluous; rather it was for the comfort of their human compatriots, who did not share the same evolutionary bias towards hot environments.

    Lynu’cha surreptitiously glanced left and right at the seven human Gue’vesa sharing the transport compartment with him. On his left was Gue’vesa’la Sorid, a compact and lean individual who had once piloted a Sentinel - a primitive human battlesuit. In the last 20 rotaa Lynu’cha had come to learn that he was an introverted but meticulous man, and the latter trait made him useful for their investigations.

    Next to Sorid was La’Blerr, the young and idealistic offworlder who had been assigned to the Shas’kar’tyr’s human auxiliary initiative in the last kai’rotaa. Blerr, despite being the least experienced, was also one of the most trustworthy, having been raised under the Greater Good on Kat’lon.

    In one corner of the transport was La’Mikhailov, dark haired and dark eyed, lost in his own thoughts. La’Pike, hawk-featured, sat with his human-designed slug thrower across his knees in the other. Opposite Lynu’cha himself were La’Kade and La’Cenk, native Valkorans both, and the youngest and oldest of the team respectively. Cenk had seen the light during the liberation and defected, bringing with him information that had shortened the battle of Tasckird by an appreciable margin and proved that one was never to old to serve the Tau’va. Kade was a skilled negotiator in spite of his youth, possessed of a natural charm that had greatly impressed his former employers in the Water caste. This charm was at least partly due to some kind of subliminal warp manipulation, which seemed benign enough and unarguably furthered the cause of the Greater Good, but following the Medusa V debacle the Earth caste had given instructions to keep a closer eye on the young Gue’vesa and his powers - just as a precaution. Lynu’cha would do so.

    And finally his second in command, Gue’vesa’ui Bentu’Cea, the transfer from one of the Vior’la cadres who had so impressed his former overseers that they had honoured him with inclusion in their Ta’lissera - an almost unheard-of honour for a non-Tau. Ui’Cea was the only member of the team who Lynu’cha truly trusted. If the presence of a Gue’vesa hero such as Ui’Cea could not inspire the citizens of Tasckird, nothing could.

    “Kor’la,” Lynu’cha called through to the front of the modified Devilfish, “Anything from the other teams?”

    Kor’la Ke’lshan Anuk’ta glanced briefly over her shoulder through the open airlock that linked her command pod to the main transport compartment. Aside from the Y-shaped forehead ridge, there was little to distinguish her from her male counterpart, as like most Tau below ’El or ’O rank she kept her head shaved as a mark of humility and discipline. More distinctive was the elongated, almost spindly bone structure visible beneath her armoured flight-suit, marking her as a member of the Air caste.

    “Nothing in the last hour, Shas’la.” she replied.

    Even between themselves, aside from difficult to translate elements such as caste rank, Lynu’cha and Anuk’ta spoke in the Valkoran tongue for the benefit of the humans. The Water caste had recommended it as a measure to reduce culture shock, at least until the current transition period was over and the population more receptive to Tau society.

    Lynu’cha leaned back slightly in his seat. There were seldom any disturbances during the midday hours, when the humans sought shade for their half-shift break.

    That notion was shattered a minute later by a flashing light and a series of beeps. They drew Lynu’cha’s attention to an octagon-shaped screen on the cabin’s front wall, just to the right of the airlock that led to the vehicle’s cockpit. The Gue’vesa turned in unison to follow his gaze as the screen flickered into life. The vehicles of the Shas’kar’tyr were all linked in to the city surveilance network, which was in turn managed by a drone AI capable of recognising signs of potential trouble and automatically alerting any Fire caste in the area.

    The screen showed a high-angle image of one of Tasckird’s minor streets, rendered in black and white. The flashing glyphs in the bottom right of the picture detailed the location of the security camera transmitting the image as the southeast city centre, specifically Peresov Street.

    The Tau had made an elaborate show of removing and dismantling the pict-stealers placed all over the city by the Imperial regime, albeit only to replace them with better disguised versions of their own shortly after. Security had to be maintained, after all, for the safety of both the Tau and their human subjects. Less obtrusive observation would lead to less tension among the populace, while still allowing the Shas’kar’tyr to deal with troublemakers. Thus, Lynu’cha and his fellow Tau reasoned, this small deception was necessary for the greater good of their human protectorate.

    The source of the alarm was a pair of humans crossing the road towards a bar on Peresov, walking with purpose. The network’s AI had superimposed a flashing rectangle over a rig under the lead human’s arm, visible as he parted his coat with the opposite hand. Angry red runes scrolled over the picture, detailing the threat. Civilian firearms were expressly forbidden under Tau law, and this human not only possessed one, he was about to use it.

    “Kor’la.” Lynu’cha began, snapping the pulse carbine free of its magnetic locks on the rack behind him.

    “Already on it, Shas’la.” came the reply from the transport’s front seat. A flip-down screen over Anuk’ta’s left shoulder displaying the same image that Lynu’cha was seeing cancelled itself with the flick of a switch, while the pilot simultaneously ramped up the power to the antigrav plates on the vehicle’s underside with her other hand.

    “Stand by.” Lynu’cha barked to his team as their armoured transport pivoted on its cushion of air, antigrav plates humming as they carried it up above the ground-bound traffic. Propulsion jets swivelled to the horizontal as the Devilfish dipped its nose and sped off southward.

    ******

    Gideon sat down shakily in the farthest corner of the pub, trying to slow his breathing and arrest the shaking in his hands. It was still the designated lunch hour and most of the tables were full, a pair of human waitresses going to and fro with trays of simple but filling pub food. A group of manufactorum workers sat laughing at one table, cool pints of gently fizzing larger in their hands, while a tall man who looked like he’d just got off a particularly hard shift dozed at another, seemingly too tired to take off his hooded sun-robe. A short, broad-shouldered Demiurg with mechanic’s goggles pushed up above his craggy face stood atop a bar stool to order drinks from the Tau Earth-caste behind the bar. Gideon breathed a sigh of relief. Surely his pursuers wouldn’t try anything here.

    That hope was shattered a second later as the two men appeared at the door.

    “Aaron.” said one, pointing. His other hand went inside his coat. The Tau barman looked up curiously, but no-one else seemed to notice as the two men crossed the pub floor to stand in front of Gideon’s table. Gideon’s heart-rate spiked, and his eyes darted left and right at the many civilians crowding the pub. Finally, he looked up at the two men.

    “Not here.” he whispered, “I’ll come with you quietly, but not here!”

    “Let them watch.” the one called Aaron growled, “Nowhere’s beyond the reach of justice.”

    The tall man had woken up now and was peering in their direction, while the group of manufactorum workers had stopped laughing. Gideon’s mouth went dry as his pursuer’s hand withdrew from his coat holding a snub-nosed laspistol. He brought his hands up in a futile attempt to placate his antagonists.

    “I’m not -” was all he managed to say before a thread of blue light leapt from the gun’s muzzle, connecting the barrel and his face for the briefest of instants before the latter exploded in a puff of vapourised blood, sending pink chunks and most of his skull showering over the walls and ceiling.

    A moment later, the screaming started.

    The Tau landlord dived for cover behind the bar, while one patron stopped mouth agape in the centre of the floor, a drink still in his hand. Everyone else simultaneously bolted for the exit, shoving each other aside and knocking at least one human to the ground in their panicked flight. The two hitmen followed, ignoring the trampled human who frantically crabbed out of their way. Outside, vehicles both human and Tau skidded to a halt in a screech of brakes as the street was suddenly filled with panicking civilians. The Demiurg who had been standing at the bar rolled up and over the roof of a red four-seater as it braked too late and slammed into him. The screech of tyres was superseded by a deeper whine as a grey and yellow Devilfish swung out from a junction thirty metres up the street, kicking up whirlpools of sand and rubbish with its engine downwash and stopping both of the hitmen in their tracks.

    “Shit.” said the one called Aaron, and raised his laspistol.

    ******

    As the Devilfish rounded the corner, banking sharply, it was met by a screaming mob of citizens clawing their way out of the pub. They either streamed past the transport or scrambled for cover as Anuk’ta dropped to ground level and frantically cut the engines to avoid injuring the panicking civilians with the jetwash. In the wake of the crowd, the two men from the security feed came bursting out of the pub at full tilt. Both were holding laspistols. They skidded to a halt as they registered the hulking Devilfish transport hovering twenty metres in front of them, blocking the entire street.

    Anuk’ta seized the microphone on her armrest and activated the vehicle’s loudhailer. “Shas’kar’tyr! In the name of the Greater Good, drop your weapons and get down on the gr-”

    That was as far as she got before a lasbolt screeched across the Devilfish’s topside, carrying off the delicate aerial mounted on the turret. In the rear compartment, Lynu’cha temporarily slipped back into his native Tau to voice a violent expletive.

    “I cannot use the burst cannon, Shas’la,” Anuk’ta warned from the front, “Too many civilians.”

    “Drop the rear ramp.” Lynu’cha ordered her. “Gue’vesa, deploy!”

    Across the street there was a shriek of wheelspin as a black ground car parked opposite the pub slammed itself into reverse, and the two men caught in the open ceased their ineffectual fire and ran for it.
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    Too cold.

    Victor still didn’t understand the need to lower the temperature in the back of the Devilfish they were riding around in. The cold air reminded him of the loss of his last sentinel, Dancer’s Dream, the power plant sitting right behind him warming him up as he strode to war; the enclosed cockpit helping to keep the heat in. The smoothness of the Devilfish in motion also made him uneasy. He was far more use to the jarring strides of the sentinel. They let him know what the ground he walked across held in store for him. And all of this reminded him of the new scars he received when Dancer’s Dream was amputated at the knees. The cut and stitches on his left arm were already disappearing leaving behind the self inflicted cuts that he artfully applied to remind him of the scar that was soon to be gone forever.

    There is no beauty like the scars of war. It is a shame that these scars will vanish and never be admired by others. My dance of death will continue, even if it is muted and regulated to my pistol, my art will go on. How beautiful my dance could become if I could just use one of the Battlesuits these gray skinned masters had created. Far more graceful than Dancer’s Dream, it was one of them that drew my last dance to a close. Woe to the artist denied his tools.

    Victor looked around at the rest of the team in the Devilfish. None of them seemed all that interested in what was going on around them. Though they all looked cozy with their uniforms thrown on in a casual manner, broadcasting how comfortable they appeared to be. Victor on the other hand had his jacket around his shoulders for a bit of extra warmth, yet open in the front so he could easily leave it behind should they need to disembark.

    He cared little for the reasons why each of them severed the Tau; he himself was doing so out of the personal desire to stay alive. Ui’Cea, as he was instructed to address him, was the most comfortable around his new masters, and he wondered just how long he had been licking their boots.

    No matter. If that’s what it takes, then that is what it takes.

    The sudden outburst of Tau words brought Victor out of his thoughts and he soon understood that trouble had broken out.

    Most likely a bar fight.

    He shrugged and made sure his pistol was ready if needed and checked to be sure his combat blade was free in its sheath. Then he felt the Devilfish pick up speed and descend before coming to a stop. It was clear that whoever was causing a problem failed to listen to the pilot’s orders as the Shas’la yelled out orders.

    “Drop the rear ramp.” Lynu’cha ordered her. “Gue’vesa, deploy!”

    Victor followed the others out and pulled his pistol at the same time letting his jacket fall the deck inside the Devilfish.

    Locj nor tash.” He murmured as he turned to face the trouble makers.

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    The black car slewed into a J-turn, nearly sideswiping a young Tau who had bailed from his vehicle. The two hitmen, weaving left as they crossed the street, ran to put a stalled car between them and the Devilfish, much to the dismay of the woman who was still in the driver’s seat. One of them paused briefly to look back, saw the first Gue’vesa drop down from the transport’s rear ramp, and fired his laspistol round the back of the car.

    The shot was well-aimed, but Victor was still half in cover behind the Devilfish and the laser pulse slashed a white line across the transport’s engine cowling, spalling off tiny shards of molten metal. The sharp crack of the lasgun elicited fresh screams from the civilians, who either curled tighter into walls and alcoves or simply threw themselves flat in the middle of the street.
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    A short time ago...

    The Orca touched down on the ground and released its occupants onto the world of Valkora. Like the ones before it, dozens of Tau filed out in an orderly fashion. Behind them, a single human walked out in armor not so different from his blue skinned comrades. He lit a Lho-Stick while striding across the pavement, a pules carbine strapped across one shoulder, a shoulder bag the other. He briefly looked up at the city before him.

    Another of the Glorious Emperor's Cities of Opulence and Bounty... he thought,

    After crossing a degree of processing, Edmund Rourke made his way to a water caste delegate standing by himself in the hallway.

    "Por'shi, I'm guessing?" Edmund said, the Water Caste delegate arched his eyebrow.

    "I see you are speaking Gothic. I believe such an action makes sense if you are to be working with the locals instead..." there was an awkward pause "I have your assignment as well, Shas’la Ke’lshan Lynu’cha. He's preparing a team of local help for our cause on this world. Help him as best you can."

    "As the Greater Good commands" Edmund responded. The Delegate then lead him to where Edmund would be staying.

    The Present

    The Second the ramp went down Edmund followed behind Sorid. He caught the ground just as the laspistol shot was fired.

    Why do they always resist? He put himself into cover and brought his sights to bear on the group.

    "Drop the weapons now! I will fire upon you!" He called out across the Chaos.

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    “Go to hell, Tau-frakker!” was his only reply, followed by a second blue slash of lasfire. The hitman was trying to aim under the Devilfish’s landing gear, towards Edmund’s feet, but the angle was poor. Under cover of the shot, his companion ran.
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    Pike wandered out of the Devilfish half asleep. There were what? a dozen of them for two ruffians. The Tau took things way too seriously. Pike aimed and fired off a few shots at the man that was running away before slipping in behind the corner of a building.

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    Pike’s second shot caught the man low on the back of his right shoulder, sending him skidding forward into the side of the revving black car. Someone inside kicked open the door and hauled the wounded man into the back seat, shouting at the other hitman as he did so.

    “Go, for frak’s sake!” the man barked in reply, leaning out round the back of the car to fire a suppressing shot that blew a fist sized crater in the concrete wall Pike had just ducked behind. At the same moment, Lynu’cha in his heavy Tau armour jumped from the back of the Devilfish in support of the first three Gue’vesa.
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    "Emperor, look at the civilians. . ."

    Kade had emerged from the gunship, blinking at the daylight. He knew this district. It was close to the industrial sites, mainly for servicing the workers. He had stopped here once for a plate of fried food with his father when he had visited one of his commercial concerns in the area. He took stock of the situation and quickly raced forward, raising his arms and shouting as loudly and clearly as he could. He just prayed that the aggressors, whoever they where, would be too busy concentrating on people shooting at them to shoot at him.

    "CIVILIANS, IN THE NAME OF THE GREATER GOOD AND THE EMPEROR, STAY DOWN AND PROCEED CALMLY TO THE SIDE ALLEYS. DO NOT FEAR, WE ARE HERE TO HELP YOU."

    He laid on the 'voice' thick, the trick that made him. . .different from other people. He had never used it on a panicking mob before, and hoped that it would sway enough to get them to safety.
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    As soon as Kade ran out into the street the hitman broke cover over the top of the car, his laspistol held in a solid two-handed grip and aimed right at the young Gue’vesa’s heart. Lynu’cha couldn’t help - he was focussed on the escaping black car, dropping to one knee and letting the large shield of his left shoulder pad protect his body as he drew a bead on the vehicle’s rear-left wheel.

    "CIVILIANS, IN THE NAME OF THE GREATER GOOD AND THE EMPEROR, STAY DOWN AND PROCEED CALMLY TO THE SIDE ALLEYS. DO NOT FEAR, WE ARE HERE TO HELP YOU."

    The effect was immediate. The humans and Tau cowering at the street edges or in the cabs of their vehicles looked up at Kade, instinctively heeding his words. Perhaps more importantly, the hitman now standing up behind the occupied car with Kade dead in his sights froze, distracted for a crucial moment.
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    This is no place for an Officer. Thought Vyktor Cenk as he hauled himself out of his chair and strolled almost casually to exit ramp of the Devilfish. The others had already dismounted and were spread out, exchanging fire with the aggressors. He was happy enough to let them run about - it was their job after all - and more suited to the lowborns who made up the majority of the team.

    He squinted as he emerged into the baking midday sun and stopped about halfway down the ramp. He was an easy target, his ornate breastplate gleaming in the harsh sunlight. The Tau had wanted him to replace his raiment with something more... subtle, as they had put it. He told them he'd rather die.

    Vyktor circled around to the front of the Devilfish as he drew his laspistol, never breaking into even a light jog. He stood side on to his target as though he were sport shooting and began snapping off shots one-handed at the escaping ground car which Lynu'cha was now firing at.
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    He smiled a little, then, seeing the gunman, dived for cover just as a lasblast tore over his shoulder.

    Bloody hell, that was close.

    He had done it! He had helped the innocents get to safety. All he had to do was let the fighters in the group deal with the insurgents, he supposed, and stop his own head being shot off until then.
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    Quicker to focus on his target than his Tau commander, Cenk’s shots smacked into the back of the black car as it picked up speed. One slashed right through the driver’s compartment, exploding two windows and leaving a black scorch mark on the wall behind. He was about to fire again when something thin and silver slammed into the laspistol in his hand, tearing it from his grasp. Cenk looked down at the gun as it clattered to the ground next to the Devilfish transport, now with a notch in its highly-polished barrel. Next to it was a thin-bladed throwing knife. The hit had come from above and to his right, and he snapped his head up in time to see something black whirl away and vanish from the rooftop of the building opposite the pub.

    Someone was leaning out the smashed rear window of the black car, someone with a snub-nosed automatic in his hand, and Cenk ducked as a line of sparks stippled down the flank of the team’s Devilfish. One of the bullets hit Lynu’cha in his braced shoulder pad, knocking him off balance as the car squealed away, skidding on the dusty tarmac as it vanished down the wider road running perpendicular to Peresov street.

    Now alone, the one remaining hitman fired another shot round the side of the stalled car, trying to hit Kade before he could scramble back into cover.
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    The force of the throwing blade had been quite considerable. Cenk grimaced and shook his hand as though he had burnt it on a hot stove before being forced to duck as someone returned fire from the escaping vehicle, he felt solid shots whip past him and was reminded that he was in a combat situation. It took him only a moment to regain his composure.

    "Target on the rooftops!" He called, his trained voice carrying above the gunfire and the roaring engine of the escaping vehicle. He pointed towards the building where he had last seen the assailant.

    Vyktor scooped up his pistol, examining the barrel as he did so. The damage was superficial and the weapon could still be fired. The second man was now well and truly pinned down. His greatcoat flowed out behind him as he strode forward, attempting to flank the vehicle he was using as cover, aiming to place the few abandoned cars in the street between him and his target.

    "You there, Kade. On your feet boy! Let's see if you're worthy of those epaulettes." He snapped, referring to the jacket the young man was wearing.
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    "right. . .sir."

    Don't argue. . .just get up and do it.

    He scrambled back to his feet and immediately ducked down again as a lasblast bubbled the paint of the car he was hiding behind.

    "He's got me pinned!!"

    He stayed down, then leaned up again to fire a few shots from his pistol before ducking down again.
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    Erek followed the others from the rear of the devilfish, the dry heat of the street hitting him as he left the armoured compartment and found cover behind one of the ground cars now stuck and stationary in the chaos of the street.

    Shots snapped around him as members of the team fired on their assailants and lasbolts whipped past in reply.

    "CIVILIANS, IN THE NAME OF THE GREATER GOOD AND THE EMPEROR, STAY DOWN AND PROCEED CALMLY TO THE SIDE ALLEYS. DO NOT FEAR, WE ARE HERE TO HELP YOU."

    The civilians in the street hit the deck, blocking Erek’s clear line of fire under the cars at the assailants feet.

    “For feths sake!” He exclaimed, rising to a kneeling position and letting loose a number of shots from his pulse rifle. He was annoyed, not only because he’d been robbed of a shot that would have taken the criminal down but that his team member had mentioned the imperium’s corpse god in empire territory.

    Watching as his colleague made to flank their assailant Blerr offered supporting fire, keeping their enemy's head down with a series of powerful pulse shots.
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    Mikhailov had said nothing during the patrol, as was relatively common for him; most of his time was spent brooding. He'd held a small piece of paper in his hand, reading and re-reading in silence. There was little else he could do; these patrols were generally quiet, and after a while staring out of the alien equivalent of windows at all the pawns of an alien regime got tiresome.

    Now, though, something had happened, and he'd followed the others as their 'Fish transport - What was it? Swordfish? Spoonfish? - had whined to a halt. He'd watched as his colleague caused all the local civilians to head for cover, and he shuddered slightly; that boy was touched by the warp, he'd have to be watched.

    Mikhailov had movd forward at a crouch, grunting as the one of the speeding car's occupants opened up with an automatic weapon. Sparks flew across the hide of the fish, right above his head, and he swivelled at a crouch and rested his back against a ground car's door. He even took the time to notice that his Tau squad leader went down, he had no time to check if it was fatal though.

    "Target on the rooftops!" A voice called, and instinctively Mikhailov's lasgun came up to his shoulder, scanning each roof in turn in one slow spin. Whoever it had been, it didnt seem as though they'd stuck around, but he wasn't taking any chances.
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    The combined fire from Nylor and Erek was telling, especially the half-plasmafied slugs from Erek’s pulse rifle. They streaked through the car cabin, blowing out the windows and raining glass down on both the hitman and the poor woman still cowering in the driver-side footwell. In the end it was Vyktor Cenk who fired the decisive shot; manoeuvring round the intervening cars he got a clear shot into the hitman’s side. His opponent was still blinded by flying glass, and deafened by the supersonic shriek of Erek’s pulse rifle, and he did not even see the lasbeam coming as it tore into his ribs, ripping them open in an explosion of vapourised flesh.

    ******

    He found himself on the ground with no memory of having fallen over, a scream torn from his mouth by a pain that was worse than anything he had ever experienced. It took him several seconds to tear his eyes away from the bloody mash that had been his left side and force himself to focus. Breathing was nearly impossible, but that didn’t matter so much anymore. The power pack of the laspistol still gripped in his white-knuckled hand was flashing an amber low power warning, but that didn’t matter so much either because he would never have stood much chance alone against six or seven attackers.

    It had all gone horribly wrong. They were supposed to have been able to eliminate the target and get out before the Shas’kar’tyr could respond. It must have been the worst kind of bad luck that a Tau unit had been close enough to catch them as they exited the pub. But Rana and the others were safe - he thought he had delayed the bastard Tau long enough for them to get away. The thought comforted him. He had done his duty.

    No, not quite. He still had one duty left to perform. Just as one of the Tau auxiliaries came running towards him, he summoned the last of his strength and raised the laspistol muzzle to the side of his neck.

    There was a puff of vapourised blood, followed by the thick spray of torn arteries, and then everything faded to black.

    ******

    From his prone position, Lynu’cha heard La’Cenk call out that their target was down. He kicked out, rolling smoothly back up onto his hooves in spite of his bulky armour. The symbol of T’au on his left shoulder pad was cracked where the bullet had hit it, but the shot had not penetrated. Beside the Shas’la, Gue’vesa Mikhailov lowered his lasgun as it became apparent that the rooftop assailant was long gone. Lynu’cha looked left and right, taking stock of the situation. In the badly shot-up ground car, a dishevelled woman tentatively raised her head above the glass-covered dashboard. All around other civilians were beginning to raise their heads. All of them were shaken, but none seemed badly hurt, thanks to La’Kade’s quick thinking.

    “Well done, Gue’vesa’la.” Lynu’cha said, placing a hand briefly on the young psyker’s shoulder. Then he tapped the earpiece built into the side of his grey helmet.

    “Kor’la, alert all the other units.”

    “Apologies, Shas’la.” Anuk’ta’s voice crackled back over the comm. “One of their stray shots took out the Devilfish radio antenna.”

    Lynu’cha ground his teeth, “Kor’vesa 2724, activate.”

    There was an affirmitive beep, followed by a low hum as the discus-shaped drone hovered out of the Devilfish.

    “Transmit message, channel 1; Shas’kar’tyr unit Aslo 10 reporting incident on Peresov street, one confirmed dead, several Gue’la dissidents fleeing the scene by car. Transmit description; car is Gue’la Zeyedis 35-type, black, registration Shi Five Zero Five Hol Do’ran Korar. Send.”

    The drone beeped again, transmitting the distress call across the AI network through its own internal radio.

    “Do not worry Kor’la,” Lynu’cha reassured his pilot, “The opponents of the Tau’va will not get far.”

    He turned to his team, sighing deeply. “Alright Gue’vesa, make sure the citizens are all alright and let us try and find out what in Aun’va’s name happened here.”
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    He beamed at Lynu’cha when he thanked him.

    "Thankyou, Shas'ui."

    He looked around, and spotted some. . uncomfortable looks. So, a few people in his squad had figured it out. He wondered when the names would start. Warp spawn, bolt magnet, witch. This was why he had joined up with the Tau. They where a little wary, rather than downright hateful. That was fine by Kade, he was a little wary of his abilities too. But the earth caste biologists seemed to think he was safe enough.

    He looked round and drew himself to his full height. He had done well, hadn't he? He started to move into the crowd, checking people where uninjured and then asking questions to see if people had seen anything.
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    As the all clear was declared Erek rose from his crouched position behind the ground car he'd been using as cover and panned his sights across the near by rooftops. He'd heard the warnings during the firefight but had been too busy to pay them heed. No sign of life, whatever ha been up there was now gone.

    Jogging over to the now ruined vehicle he'd been pouring fire into just a few moments before the auxiliary reached inside to prise open the passages door, offering a hand to the woman inside. 'Ma'am?' he asked, reaching in further to help her out, 'I'm sorry you had to go through that but I promise you were never in any danger of being hit by us'.

    The woman was remarkably untouched by the violence that had wracked her car, the only sign of harm, a single scratch to her cheek and a shaken expression. 'You might be in shock ma'am, best get you out of here and seen by a medica.'

    Erek was aware if the rest of the team moving in around the car and was keen to remove the civilian from the passanger side, so as to avoid any further distress at seeing their assailants ruined body.

    'Ge'tan Sa'et mur medicat can Shas'ui' Erek called over to Lynu'cha in perfect Tau.

    'The medica teams will be here any minute ma'am now if we can just get you out of this car?' Erek took the woman's hand in his and helped her out of the vehicle.
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    As quickly as it seemed to begin, it was over. Mikhailov lowered his lasgun, as slowly folk began to rise and show themselves on the street again.

    He rose from behind the car and surveyed th scene; the ruffian was dead, killed by the General. Mikhailov was amazed the man was actually able to aim, perhaps his reputation did hold some weight. He moved forward, noting with a glance that their Tau leader had survived and was back on his feet. The psyker had moved forward, towards the car in which the perp had hidden, and Mikhailov followed. The boy was being kind, gentle, coaxing the woman out, though Mikhailov could not tell whether this was due to his unholy tricks. He stood there, lasgun in his hands, and tried to give a reassuring smile, hard as it was. With one eye on the psyker and the woman, he gazed around the area, recreating the entire firefight again in his mind's eye. Where was it they had been going with such vicious intent?
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