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Too late, the possessed mutants are already savaging a Fire Warrior squad who had pushed forward, glowing claws parting tau carapace armour with ease. And… Once they penetrate their victims they stop attacking and their victim stops resisting, the arcane glow surrounding them getting stronger as they soak up the suffering.
Until
my construct hooks sink into them and they shrivel and shrink. As they lose their grip I
pull them off their victims and
patch the wounds of the fallen. If they were human I'd have to worry about some sort of lingering taint, but since tau have little warp presence I'll just send a message to the local Aun'ar'tol about keeping an eye on them. Tau might not do daemon worship, but narcotic abuse and self harm still happen.
What were-? Oh. Those aren't pulse rifles, they're electro-pulse rifles. The riot control model Fire Caste police units use. They're designed to give the target a disabling but not
usually fatal electric shock, sort of like how 2nd Edition power mauls were Strength 5 but were treated as not killing things. Against frenzied mutant mobs protected by daemonic aura I doubt that they'd do much.
I look around for the Shas'ui, but it looks like she was one of the early victims. Her body's been torn in three, and it looks like her head has been partially consumed. Fatalities… Five survivors from a team of twelve, and I can see bonding knives. These weren't trainees, these soldiers have been together long enough to formalise their relationship. They're not going to be much use in this fight.
I
take five pulse carbines out of subspace and
thrust them in to the dazed taus' chests.
"Take these and fall back. Get somewhere safe."
The policetau who was furthest back and managed to be only lightly injured has the wherewithal to grip the gun, but directs her helmet my way.
"Who-? What are
you?"
"Exotic Asset Orange Lantern. Now
move."
I can't read people's minds, but a shell-shocked person getting clear instructions in a forceful way from someone wearing the right uniform
should respond-.
"
Yes.
Yes."
She looks away as the other tau take the offered guns in a zombified… Reflexive sort of way. If they're attacked I can only hope that their instincts are stronger than their fugue. Several check their wounds or move to check their clearly-dead bondmates.
"Squad! We are leaving. We will return in greater strength later."
They..
react, their grips hardening and their movements becoming more
purposive-.
Kais pings me again twice.
"Responding."
"Ritual space located. Cultists are fighting other humans. Covert approach impossible."
"Guess we're doing
overt then. Try to avoid the attacking humans until we know what they're doing."
Ring? "I have your location."
"Standing-"
I
move again, past machinery that is a strange mix of Imperial and tau technology. Bulky Imperial factory machinery with out of place high-tech tau additions, I should say. An effort to win hearts and minds by improving the lives of the planet's workers that hasn't been
entirely successful. I flash past the bodies of fallen humans, labourers by the looks of them, and past work stations and huge metal-shaping machines.
"-by."
The sharp crack of lasgun fire is easily audible now, as is the sound of evil chanting and screaming. The exterior of the… Fortified warehouse? Has been strengthened and painted with sloppily-painted screaming faces and icons of Slaanesh. I'm already drawing fire, but lasguns are essentially a non-issue for me and they'd have a devil of a time getting hold of anything heavier. The tau have been policing old PDF and Imperial Guard munitions stores
hard, and nowhere on planet is producing the ammunition for Imperial projectile weapons.
Ah, I see. It's a volatile materials storage warehouse. At least that explains why it's built like a fortress.
I send out
cables which connect me to the door… No, they've wrecked the mechanism. Fortunately, the tau have the perfect counter for thick Imperial armour. I
generate four railgun constructs and fire, solid metal slugs punching through the ersatz ablative outer plating and into the actual decent armour underneath, ripping the whole assemblage out of its mooring and sending it flying backwards into the corridor beyond.
Then
my jets light up again and I'm
moving, dull grey corridors daubed with diabolic inscriptions flashing past as I-
There's a brief moment of resistance as I fly into a squad of the defenders, who splash off my construct armour before they can really react to me.
-head for the ritual area. There's a fortified checkpoint and… They've set up some sort of Gatling lasgun support weapon.
Orange energy pulses destroy both those and their operators, but the armoured shutter they're protecting is shimmering with some sort of protective spell.
Feed.
Capacitors at eighty three percent and rising.
There's some sort of.. discharge as the spell fails. It passes over me… Harmlessly, as far as I can tell, though one of the surviving cult guards goes into spasms.
This door hasn't been sabotaged, so
a little work with construct cables and it begins clunking open.
The noise of firing lasguns gets louder
immediately, flickers of light causing sudden shifts in the pattern of shadows under the floor.
Probe construct.
Looks like the cult has dug some sort of… Sheltered pit for their ritual, while the attackers have come up through a supply tunnel. Bodies of surprisingly well disciplined cultists litter one side of the room, where it looks like the attackers caught them in the open. However, the access tunnel has plenty of dead within it as well, because there's no cover on the way out. No obvious mutations or mutilations on
them, so they're probably not a rival chaos cult or genestealers.
Positions marked.
The door finally opens enough for me to fit so I dart under,
energy pulses hitting the guards on the inside before I switch my focus to those trading fire with the-.
A plume of pink fire erupts from the ritual pit! It then
spreads, roiling across the floor like vapour from a fog machine. It doesn't seem to be burning the rockcrete, but-. The cultists who see it
dive into it with a cheer! The space around the pit
shimmers, and…
Oh. So
that's what daemonettes look like. I… Knew
intellectually that most of their appeal was magical, but I can't help but feel... Underwhelmed. Which I suppose is my shield against their blandishments?
"YaaaaGH!"
One of the more adventurous human attackers stepped into the pink warpflame, and while he isn't-. Oh, he seized up and fell, and I can just about see him writhing in pain. A taller man is directing the others into the available cover while the man next to him armed with a meltagun -how did they miss
that?- is taking aim. Nice that they're not shooting at
me-.
"…any luck they'll fight each other. In my experience, the dark gods don't like each other much more than we do."
I make momentary eye contact with him as the daemonettes charge.
Harsh.
Assimilate.
Beams of orange light connect me to each daemonette, and-. They don't slow or trip but rather sort of
shudder, like a tape that skips or… A glitch in the matrix, shimmering back and forth between two points.
Identity theft in progress. No resistance detected.
The daemonettes
reappear, their bodies now comprised of orange light. They're no longer charging, and… If anything, they look a little confused. I
direct three back into the pit to kill any surviving cult leaders and
direct the others away from the attacking humans while I
drift towards them.
"We should talk."