Black Library Events Anthology 20172018 by Various

Author:Various
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-07T10:13:20+00:00

THE FISTS OF DAL'RYU

DAL'RYU TRANSMOTIVE TERMINUS

T'AU SEPT WORLD DAL'YTH PRIME

'Do you realise these weapons will get us all killed?'

'If that is the correct course, then so be it.' Commander Bravestorm made a cutting motion with the blade of his hand as he cast an admonishing glance at Shas'vre Furuja. Just like her to undermine what little morale they had left.

Bravestorm looked askance at the munitions pod that had finally arrived in the terminus dome, then at Commander Farsight's clearance sigil blinking red upon its hex screen. The pod was large enough to contain a Crisis battlesuit with room to spare, but if anything its cargo was even more lethal.

'It contains a sacrifice for the Greater Good,' said Udakoa, the big warrior lacing his thick fingers in the sign of the Tau'va. 'The humans have no concept of such dedication. They will not expect so bold a course.'

'The same could be said of our caste mates,' replied Furuja. 'Honoured Shadowsun withdrew her teams several decs ago. There is no shame in spending our lives elsewhere. against more realistic odds.'

The thunder of heavy munitions boomed in the distance as the Imperial artillery pounded another of Dal'ryu's domes to rubble. They had fired indiscriminately for days now. How could a species so wasteful, so inefficient in the ways of war, possibly prevail?

And yet, upon Dal'yth, the Imperium was doing just that.

Bravestorm frowned. Perhaps Furuja was right. There was something ominous about the white pod in their midst its low hum of potential energy audible under the rumble of distant war. The thing was sleek with smooth panels and curves, a little like a transmotive carriage in miniature. A typical example of the earth castes aesthetic, it was as if its very minimalism hinted at the lethality inside

'No, in staying behind, we are already committed to this strike,' said Bravestorm. 'This is not a discussion.' He made the sign of the impeccable kill, and touched the hilt of his bonding knife by way of reinforcement.

'With respect, commander, you are not thinking clearly,' Furuja continued. 'Aping the Imperial mindset will end in disaster. This brutes do not fight with the mind, only the fist. You cannot expect us to do the same.'

'Are we truly supposed to punch these tanks?' asked Aae'sho, her beautiful eyes wide as she walked out from behind the weapons pod.

'Be still, Furuja.' Bravestorm's tone brooked no argument, the rigid set to his shoulders sending a clear message. 'You set a poor precedent.'

The commander knew full well how counter-intuitive the weaponry in the pod seemed. He and Farsight had sketched out the commission themselves. Prototypes, optimised for extreme close range. Bravestorm had asked after just such a development from the genius O'Vesa not twelve rotaa ago, and here they were.

The devices were thuggish, almost human in their conceptual design. Now the time had come to put the things into use, Bravestorm felt excitement mingling with uncertainty and an awkward sense of shame.

Perhaps Shadowsun was right. Farsight's obsession with close-quarters warfare, known to his students as the Way of the Short Blade, was risky in the extreme.

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