In a secure, Isolated Webway Chamber, somewhere in 41st millenium...
Eldrad frowns as he keep his watch over the holographic presentation projected in front of his small assembly. He certainly did recognize the merit of the plan offered there, but he still afraid of something about this very plan, and despite all his experience and exceptional genius, he still can't grasp his fingers on what is wrong with this, but this feels really really wrong and yet right, at the same time. He carefully grasp his fingers around his chin, falling deep inside his own thoughts, and trying his best to carefully think about this.
"Well, did you accept our proposal or not? We don't have much time to think, and the warpjammer shield is maintained using the dwindling strength of our Lord Cegorach... if not because this very plan have the best chance to permanently end Slaanesh's dominion over all our souls..." said Asdrubal Vect, who stand alongside Eldrad in the rare sight of both Eldar and Dark Eldar forces stand together in relative peace as well as joining their plan together.
"If not because of Him, we won't even stand here in peace..." said Eldrad with venom toward Asdrubal Vect, while mentioning to a sole Harlequin among them, who merely nod his head and smiling while still closing his eyes in a deep concentration.
"Alright, take your time, but remember that every time spent on hesitation..." said Asdrubal Vect.
"Listen, I know our time is running short, but there is still something I don't really grasp about..." said Eldrad, but Prince Yriel quickly hold his hand and interrupt him.
"I have faith in Lord Cegorach's plan, and I will commit myself and my people to see the succession of this plan." said Prince Yriel.
"Let's do this plan, and we shall wait over whatever happened with Slaaneesh afterwards. You all know that we're all here not normally trusting the words of everyone else present here, but you have our sworn words, and we did not gave our sworn words lightly. We will commit ourself to the plan, and every resource we had on Commorragh will be committed to this gambit. We'll also thrown out some treaties of peace between all our people, the Craftworlds, the Kabals, and the Exodites, that will be in effect for a millenium before we decide what we'll do next." said Asdrubal Vect.
"A millenium? So that means in a thousand years our people will be at war again?" said Eldrad with a hint of annoyance.
"We hope it could be longer, as long as we did not need to appease Slaanesh, we can work our way toward a permanent peace. And if this plan succeeded, the rest can be assured, we won't have any worry to trigger another fall again..." said Asdrubal Vect.
"And what about the mon'keigh Emperor? What if he throw another wrench in our carefully laid plan? His presence is still at large in the Warp, and we..." said Eldrad, but the silent Harlequin finally open his eyes and speak, causing a respectful silence from all the other beings in this isolated webway chamber.
"Khaine is ready to took his part on it... and I will help him in this endeavor. Our primary objective is to freed all Eldar souls from the grip of Slaaneesh, and this is what will define our future... This is far better than spending all your souls to form Ynnead, and end up putting this galaxy up for grabs by those filthy mon'keigh hands. Once Slaaneesh is taken care of, the mon'keigh empire shall be easier to handle with." said the Harlequin.
"But Lord, what if those mon'keigh pawns... forgive me for this... grew too much for us to handle and..." said Eldrad.
"No they won't, while they will turned into potentially dangerous rivals, they have no love for the mon'keigh emperor, and if the mon'keigh emperor try to exert his domain over them, I am assured they will be locked in battle forever over dominion for those filthy mon'keighs..." said the Harlequin.
"As you wish my Lord..." said everyone in this chamber, and the Harlequin only smile...
In a wrap-tainted world, far outside the fringe of the Imperium of Man, where somehow turned into almost an exact copy of Terra in the late 20th century... the nation of Japan... City of Tokyo... District of Nerima...
"Tell me again, why we must..." said Eldrad, who looking toward the other two guys at his sides.
"Do this ourselves?" said Prince Yriel while raising his eyebrows.
"We can't gamble to let the others with less intellects and skills to do our parts here, and here is our initial breakthrough, the most important part of all... I admit I'd rather skinning some mon'keighs and make myself some living mon'keigh skin coats, but alas..." said Asdrubal Vect in irritation.
"No time for protest, Eldrad... we have at least two mon'keighs to look for!" said Prince Yriel.
"Remind me, what's their name again? And..." said Eldrad.
"Happosai, grand master of anything goes martial arts... potentially the strongest psyker in this filthy mon'keigh planet, and Saotome, one of the lost primarch of the mon'keigh emperor. We must play our roles well... or else..." said Asdrubal Vect while trying his best to not imagining unimaginable things he'll do with the schoolgirls who ride the train with them, he try his best to not let Slaanesh aware of his position.
"Well? this is too ridiculous... I knew this is far from their empire, but why not the mon'keigh here even bat their eyes toward us? Are they really stupid or..." wondered Eldrad, since the three Eldars actually stand in Tokyo commuters train without any disguise. The train stopped in a station, with some primitive mon'keigh scripts as well as a big gothic sign 'WELCOME TO TOMOBIKI' appears. And as if on clue, a flying, green haired daemonette clad in tiger stripped bikini appears in the window, apparently chasing an ugly mon'keigh boy who successfully dodged most of her lightnings.
"This world is deep with taints of the warp, it's lucky for them, the warpspawns who frequent here are mostly non malicious ones... and some minor xenos already live openly among them..." said Asdrubal Vect while pointing on the daemonnete, who already grab the poor mon'keigh and electrocute him with a power that could turn an average Astarte into charred ash.
"Uh, is that Saotome, the lost Primarch? That boy's constitution and toughness is..." said Eldrad.
"Uh, no... not quite like the image provided by Lord Cegorach... but..." said Asdrubal Vect while suddenly shook his head in denial. "Impossible... perhaps he's actually a daemon pri..."
"Quiet... he could be a spy of Slaanesh... just look what he just do... recover that quickly from the electrocution and now already running to hit another girl..." said Prince Yriel.
"... I hope you are wrong... you are wrong... keep our mind-shield high, for we can't risk Slaanesh to discover us here..." said Asdrubal Vect, who then mouthing a holy Eldar litany, very uncharacteristic of him.
"Alright, calm down, this primitive ride will soon head to Nerima district and we should head immediately to... Tendo Dojo..." said Eldrad.