Command Post Alpha, Underground City...

The servitors worked tirelessly, scrubbing and cleaning the walls, floors and ceilings. But despite the multiple cleaning products and sterile smell in the air, underneath, the stench of death could still be smelt. Several guardsmen acting as the new honour guard, the old ones having been slaughtered during the battle, wrinkled their noses in disgust at the smell. Around the holo-display, the new war council were stood, assessing the progress of the clean-up operation. Of the original council, only the Governor, Commissar Reginald and the Master of Scouts survived. Now, a new techpriest had been promoted to represent them at the council, and a new artillery-man had been promoted to the Master of Ordinance. Captain Westfield was also present at the council, as the giant Tom's representative. His arm was in a sling as it had been broken in the dying moments of the battle when a Necron Lychguard made to run him through, and the captain barely managed to block the blow away. The Master of Scouts was also injured at the council, rolling around the table in a wheelchair which he had been confined to. Also present was a Space Marine named Brother Leo, who had assisted the Governor in the battle. As the only Space Marine besides Cypher to show their face, he was elected as their representative in the war council, though Governor Anderson believe he was more their to report anything suspicious to Cypher. Governor Anderson no longer trusted his so-called 'allies,' but he had no choice but to work with them as they were instrumental to their victory in the battle. Fresh reports streamed in on the holo-display, detailing various data on supplies, manpower and repair status. The last few separated groups of Necron warriors were being rounded up and eliminated in the Underground City and the medics and nurses were slowly catching up with the numbers of wounded and were managing the dwindling medical supplies very efficiently. They were doing a commendable effort.

"Sir, my tech-priests report that we are... 63% through the wounded soldiers. Also, all vital structure are... 79% repaired" The new head Tech-priest reported, his voice monotone and droning.

"Thank you, Tech-priest." The Governor acknowledged. The Tech-priest nodded in respect. "Now then, we must deduce where these Necrons came from and how they were able to amass a force of such size and power without our knowledge."

Captain Westfield stepped up to the holo-display and Master Odien rolled up beside him as the captain delivered their report.

"Master Odien's scouts are working closely with Tom to ascertain the location that these Necrons came from. As of yet, we have found nothing. It is as if they simply... appeared!"

This raised several eyebrows.

"What? They were simply not there, and then suddenly they were?" The new Master of Ordinance scoffed, still unsure of the procedure at the war council.

"Until we find any evidence to the contrary, yes." The captain replied, evenly.

Master Odien raised a finger to the vox piece in his ear and listened closely as his scouts delivered a fresh report. He acknowledged the report before addressing the council.

"It would seem we have company." He said, "Another giant has arrived, a friend of Tom's. And he has brought some representatives of his own..."


"Greetings, Mon-keigh..."

Every member of the council reached for their weapons.

"What the fuck is this?!" Commissar Reginald yelled.

"My name is Farseerer Tanhith. And if you try to use those weapons, I will kill you all before you took one step." She remarked haughtily.

"Peace!" Master Odien exclaimed. "You're here on a diplomatic meeting. Don't out-stay your welcome, space elf. We like you less than you like us, but lets not let this come to blows."

"At last, a Mon-keigh who knows his place..." She stated with a sly grin.

Captain Westfield's grip tightened on his sabre in anger, but he suppressed his emotions. "What is your purpose here?"

"Simple. My Mon-keigh pet came to help his friend, the one you call Tom, clean up after your mess of a battle. I saw this as a chance to inspect how you were fairing. Apparently, slums are suitable enough for you..."

"Pet?" Captain Westfield raised an eyebrow. "I'm beginning to understand why your kind gave birth to Slaanesh..."

Farseerer Tanhith's face contorted with rage. "How DARE you insult us! You primitive Mon-keigh are not even worthy of our dark cousins slave pits!"

Everyone drew their weapons again.

'Well shit...' Governor Anderson thought, face-palming.

"My thoughts exactly, Mon-keigh." She replied to his unspoken comment. Damn mind readers...

"Enough of this!" Master Odien yelled. "You are here for diplomatic purposes, space elf. Our kind hates your kind more than you hate us. Do not out-stay your welcome. I was informed you had some intel that would be of interest to us?"

Farseer Tanhith lowered her Singing Spear before addressing the Master of Scouts. "Yes. I trust the renegade Space Wolves company was formerly accommodated with you?"

"Aye." The Governor admitted regretfully.

"Well they recently attempted an assault on our residence. They were dreadfully unorganized however, and they were repelled easily enough. We even managed to capture one alive." She smirked.

"What?! You must hand over this prisoner at once!" Brother Leo demanded, speaking for the first time throughout the meeting.

Farseer Tanhith eyed the Space Marine up and down, observing him.

"You seem rather eager..." She grinned. "Something you're not telling us... Leo, was it?"

"Your damned mind-tricks will not work on me, she elf." He stated flatly.

"Perhaps. I would quite like to see what horrible little secrets you have locked away in your mind..." She smiled teasingly.

"Ok, enough! We aren't going to get anywhere with this back and forth banter. We have to come to a unanimous decision." Captain Westfield sighed. "Farseer, we want a prisoner that you have. What would you like in return? I propose a fair trade deal."

"I like the way you think... for a Mon-keigh, anyway" She grinned in amusement. "I would like to be given permission to establish an Eldar embassy here, along with a small military presence. I would also like to choose a representative to give my people a voice on your little council that you have here..."

"You ask a lot..." Governor Anderson sighed. "A military presence of your kind would certainly make my people uneasy around them. And an Eldar who could spy on our intimate meetings discussing top secret information...?"

"You have my word, Governor, that any and all Eldar stationed here would respect your practices and will not act aggressively towards your people. And we have no intention of fighting another war with you. This is a new universe, a new world. A fresh chance for our species to start again. A chance for peace."

"Impossible!" The young Master of Odinance declared. "The Inquisition demands that we suffer not the xeno-"

"The Inquisition is not here..." Governor Anderson cut him off. "War would not be beneficial at this time. I propose we agree on one additional condition."

"Name it." Farseer demanded politely

"Your people assist our clean-up and rebuild operation that we currently have underway."

"Deal!"

"Everyone else agree?" Governor Anderson asked the council.

They all responded with slow, begrudging nods.

"It seems our hands are tied." Captain Westfield remarked.

"Indeed." Farseer Tanhith replied. "Now then, I take my leave. I will begin the construction of a webway gate immediately."

"We did not agree to such a thing!" Commissar Reginald yelled. He rose, but the Captain placed a hand on his shoulder, calming him.

"Think about the giants. Tom said we are not to be seen to be alive. A webway gate would allow Eldar helpers to arrive here not only quickly, but also discreetly."

"Eldar workers or an Eldar attack force?!"

"Commissar. I understand your doubt, but we must allow it. And I am certain the Farseer would allow us to maintain a security checkpoint at the gate?" Captain Westfield suggested, looking over at the Farseer.

She nodded. "Certainly. For your peace of mind. We have no ill intentions for you." She shared a glance at Brother Leo.

"Very well..." Commissar Reginald accepted after some hesitation.

"Now then." Farseer Tanhith nodded, making to leave the room, stopping in front of one of the guardsmen honour guards. She examined him before turning back to the council in disgust. "Why is it our presence always raises weapons or dicks?"

The guard in question flushed bright red, shifting his lasgun to cover his crotch area. The Farseer turned on her heels and marched gracefully from the room. The guardsmen could not help himself and he stared at her as she strolled down the hallway.


My room, The house...

"So dude, what's with you and that Farseer? Last time I saw you, you were totally her bitch!" I asked my best friend.

"Dude... she reads minds! I'm a teenage guy! Put them together and you have a hell of a problem!"

"But dude, you have a girlfriend!"

"That's the biggest problem! She knows everything about us now!"

"Oh... shit..."

"Exactly!"

"Well it isn't a Toyhammer fic without a sexy-as-hell Farseer and all the shenannigans that come with it!" I laughed, but Chad placed a hand over my mouth.

"We can't talk about that here!" He whispered.


Residential Block C, Underground City...

Several hours later...

"Captain!" You wanted to speak to us?" Cairn said as he and the others in Captain Westfield's rescue squad entered the captain's personal quarters.

The room was very Spartan, containing only basic items for survival. In the corner was a simple bio-cotton bed, neatly made and presentable. Against the far wall was a plain kitchen unit comprising of an electro-stove, a small countertop and a cryo-fridge. Behind a screen wall was a basic toilet and sink, with a open-cupboard with single toothbrush and some cleaning products. By the bed was a small chest, presumably holding some sentimental objects, and nearby was a bookshelf with a small collection of dataslates stacked neatly inside. The only the other furniture was a plasteel table and chair set where the captain could eat his meals. The captain was currently sat in the chair, flipping through reports on a dataslate. Upon seeing the guardsmen arrive, he deactivated the dataslate and tossed it across to the room, where it landed softly on his bed.

"Ah, Cairn and the rest of my little rescue operation. It is good to see you all." He said.

"What is this about, sir?" Cairn asked him.

"No 'sirs,' Cairn. This one is off-the-books. I called you all here firstly because I wanted to congratulate you on your bravery and courage, as well as a thank you for assisting me on a small operation that many would have called suicide. But there is another reason..." Captain Westfield commented, trailing off into thought.

"What?" One of the men asked.

"I am making this into a formal team, though it will not be official. I plan on using this team as a tool to carry out several small black operations. High-risk. Very dangerous if we get caught. But not a word leaves this room. You have all already displayed your courage and honour and there will be no shame in leaving now. If this plan is not for you, please leave now, and we will speak no more of this."

No one even moved.

"Good. Now you all know the risks. You may drop out at anytime, with no consequences. All I ask is that the existence of this group remains secret. Now our first operation is simply observation. I want us to observe the Eldar emissaries and workers. We cannot yet ascertain their motives, yet they preach peace. We just need to get an idea of their intentions. For now, we just have to watch and wait. Understood? Everyone clear on that?"

The team snapped to attention. As one, they yelled "Sir! Yes, sir!"

Captain Westfield sighed. "We will be Reaper Squad. Just try not to get caught..."


Sector 5, Underground City...

"Are you quite sure?"

"Definitely, sir. They have made no indication that they of our plans as of yet. It seems we are safe for now. Though I worry that the Farseer may be on to us."

"She is of no threat to us. She will be dealt with in time, I assure you."

"Yes, sir... But still, the council seem troubled at your disappearance for the duration of the battle. They are also beginning to question if we have another base set up somewhere. Especially now they know we have vehicles."

"Do they know of the store?"

"No, sir."

"Good. Say nothing for now. If they ask, simply state that we put out a call on a closed channel, calling for reinforcements for the battle."

"Understood, sir."


The Living Room, The House...

I slumped on the sofa, putting my feet on the table. My mom would totally kill me if she caught me doing this. But I was too tired to care. Man, cleaning was hard... My friend Chad did the same. We both sighed out of exhaustion. Teenagers were not meant for this kind of manual labour...

"So... how's college going?" I asked him on a whim.

He sighed again. "Alright, I guess. It certainly makes things interesting to come home to some futuristic space elves. Especially when they build shit all over my house and I have to tell them to tear them down in case my parents find out."

"Tell me about it. I just told them on their first day to stay in my room unless I give them permission, and to just act like models if anyone except me comes home."

"Yeah, but you don't have some queen-like Farseer commanding you around." He laughed, before clutching his head in agony. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" He yelled, making the pain cease.

"The Farseer I presume?" I asked.

"Of course... I hate mind-readers..."

"Truth..."

"So how's 6th Form?" He asked, eager to move on to something that could be considered normal.

"It's ok. Dead boring though. And while you're doing one course, I'm doing four!"

"Damn, dude..."

"Yeah..."

I realised that this was the first normal conversation we had had since this all happened. In a way, it was kind of refreshing. It felt like I was back in my comfort zone. I missed this. And then I was torn out of my thoughts as I saw several Cadian scouts climbing out the open living room window. I let them be for now. They were probably just looking for the source of the Necron forces that had been assaulting us recently. We could only hope that the last attack had depleted their numbers enough for them to rest for a longtime before the next attack, giving us time to rest and repair in preparation for the next assault. I knew, deep down, that this was far from over.


Sector Bravo-Kilo, The Great Jungle...

Two Cadian scout squads trekked slowly and carefully through the massive grass stalks of the great jungle. Each and every one of them had their sniper rifles loaded and ready. Their camouflage cloaks swayed gently on the breeze, the movement only further hiding them in the jungle. They had climbed out of an open window in the 'living room' and had dashed to the jungle. Now they were slowly making their way across the jungle, searching for... something.

"This is a stupid assignment anyway. I mean... what are we even doing out here?" One of them asked.

"Searching for xenos to capture." His sergeant answered without looking back at the scout.

"Pffft... What a ridiculous thing to be asked to do! Who gave us this operation anyway?" The bored scout asked again.

"Someone well above our pay-grade." The sergeant replied, gritting his teeth in frustration at the persistent questions.

"You don't know, do you, sir?"

The sergeant hesitated, sighed and replied.

"No... I don't. But what I do know is that my rifle is gonna be up your ass if you ask anymore questions!"

The scout went silent and all his squadmates grinned amongst each other.

"Hold up." The sergeant said suddenly, raising a clenched fist to signal a 'halt.'

He pushed some oversized grass-stalks aside and found himself peering into a clearing.

"What is it, sir? What do you see?" A scout asked.

"Blood. A lot of it. Seems old." He replied.

The sergeant moved into the clearing and crouched, examining the blood that was splattered in large amounts across the entire clearing. Whatever happened here was a massacre. The blood had long since congealed and dried.

"How old?" The scout asked.

"Old enough to be consistent with Operation Hidden Assailant." The sergeant answered back.

"Operation Hidden Assailant, sir?"

"The ten-man scout squad that was sent out here shortly after Operation Intrepid Explorer. They all went missing in this sector. No bodies were ever found."

Several scouts gulped in nervous fear.

"We could be on to something big, men. Everyone form up on me. Griggs, call this in and make sure the other team knows what we've found. We're following this blood trail."


In the dense stalks of the giant jungle, yellow eyes watched as more prey fell into its trap. The brood was eating well lately. Acidic saliva dripped in lumps from its hungering jaw. It was looking forward to this meal... The Cadian scouts were in for a big surprise. It was certain that this catch would please its master...


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