Chapter One
Renée looked out into the empty vastness of space. From the porthole of his personal quarters, he could see the planet they were about to attack. It had a name only understandable by the most educated eldar in the craftworld. It was called, unfortunately, 'chekyamapyalost'. It didn't amuse Renée in the slightest. An alarm sounded, and Renée turned to his armour hanging up on the wall. It was standard warp spider gear; Plain white psycho-plastic, with light blue shoulder pads that extended to a curved point. The only difference to the standard equipment was the small amount of gold-iridium alloy lining the trim. The craftworld, being small, often broke out of traditional methods to cope with the small number of Eldar on-board. One way in which this has affected the craftworld, is the fact that Renée was the head commander. It is not standard procedure for an aspect warrior to be promoted to such a high rank without having a tie with at least some Farseer training, however, the Farseer who commanded before him had fallen in the same battle that Renée had lost the majority of his craftworld. Renée was promoted for being the eldest on the craftworld and having the most combat experience. Some say he is the best commander the craftworld has ever had.
Renée is not like other Eldar. His form brought him many years of ridicule and malice directed towards him. He is a hybrid. Half Imperial human, half Eldar. Born from the forbidden love of an Imperial Guardsman and an Eldar Guardian. The whole craftworld shunned his Eldar mother into exile in the infinite mazes of the webway. His father was executed by his regiment. Charged with heresy most vile. The only reason Renée lives today is the kindness of the craftworlds Farseer, the same Farseer who perished before Renée took command. He stopped the guardians just before they sent him into the webway. He saw something great in him, something that would define the Eldar as a race for all eternity.
Renées upbringing was rough. He was constantly picked on as a small child and often got into fights. He almost always won them. The troubles didn't stop when he reached adulthood either. No aspect commander wanted a bastard hybrid among their ranks. The only commander to take Renée on was Adrien, leader of the Warp Spiders. Adrien saw Renées lust to prove to the craftworld that he was not weaker than them, and that he had a stronger will than any Eldar on-board.
Within a month of training, Renée had already overtaken every other Eldar in his training group, excelling at a pace not seen since before the fall. His determination shone through and he earned respect among his fellow Spiders. Soon after, even the Banshees were respecting and revering him. After he finished his combat training, Renée moved on to warp training. No-one knew what would happen to Renée in the warp, as no human has been recorded to have successfully navigate the warp unprotected. However, yet again he excelled in training and so far, no negative warp effects had come to light.
The warp training was tough. The aspect more than halved in size after the training. Most of them lost to the warp, never to be seen again.
The training served Renée well. Because on the day the craftworld was all but destroyed, he was the only surviving Warp Spider. And the people who had seen so much potential in him were gone. Lost to the horrific wrath of chaos. The craftworld had fled the battle with only 55 warriors left and no immediate commander candidate. The Farseer that survived was not ready to lead and no other aspect commanders had survived. Renée took command on a temporary basis. His main effort to make sure the remaining warriors stayed strong. He gained so much respect during this time, that he became the first Bastard commander of the craftworld.