Chapter seven: Straight to the bone zone
"Farseer taldeer.".
"Kyr." she greeted.
Kyr was a fellow farseer from ulthwe, while one couldn't ignore the good that he had done for the craftworld his more controversial views tended to make working with him... difficult at best.
"From the incessant screaming of 'being boned' flowing from your warlocks maws, the heir of hajun has once more gained control of yet another powerful force that could threaten existence." the farseer surmised.
"...Yes.".
He sighed "Taldeer. Yet you still cling onto visions that are proven again and again to be useless, Whoever this 'black' was he is no hades. The fact that he treated the tau as how the Imperium does shows this.".
Silence was between the two as they watched hades's forces besiege the necrons, the battle between the two armies of metal had lasted week's. The metallic skeletons continually pushing back the ever shifting black flesh of the machines, necrons that found themselves swarmed by the warping and writhing thing's would vanish in emerald lights though due to the nature of necron technology it was difficult to tell if they escaped or self destructed.
Flying towards the hole in the ground that was blasted so that the metal army could reach the necrons were four transports, all 'V' shaped. Their cargo was...out of place so to speak.
The thing that they were hauling was massive, a bulbous behemoth the size of a small titan. It's form was akin to a maggot, primarily black and grey a ring of diamond shaped plates surrounded the area in-between it's head and body. The head itself had five red slits for eyes and a lamprey like mouth. Ascending from it's back where eight chimney like stalks that spewed forth a grey smog.
The vessels ceased a few miles away from the 'entrance', the cables attached to the massive creature straining as the beast was lowered down.
The cables snapped, the titanic beast writhed as it roared It's maw opening.
The thing let loose a tide of black from it's mouth, the obsidian flood rushed forth into the hole. The black fluid flowed hither and tither as it rushed through the cavern, In little time the tidal wave of nanomachines had crashed into the necron structures. The living metal fighting a desperate struggle against the cell sized swarms.
Any necrons caught in the black sea fell into it from the sheer speeds that it flowed at, disappearing under the waves.
Taldeer couldn't help but feel... disappointed?, insulted?. She didn't know, the fact that the machine had so trivially dealt with the necrons while her own species was quite literally made to fight them and even then still dealt with heavy losses. She had expected a response similar to the one he had given to the forces of chaos on the planet, perhaps there was more at play.
"I'd suggest an audience." kyr spoke "considering all he went through just to confirm your presence amongst the tau shows that he knows what you are capable of...".
"Or." she said "he is afraid...he knows something, somehow i am apart of it.".
"Perhaps. We can stay no longer, farseer. The machines are near."
With that kyr left her side and made his way back to the ship that they had used to get there.
While her entourage had made way she stood there.
What she saw was... worrying.
It was humanoid, covered in black and blue armour. The strangest thing about it was both the 'belt', if it could be called such, and the upsidedown 'A' on its helm's face.
Unexpectedly, it turned to look in her direction.
The two remained looking at eachother for a time before it just... vanished.
She was concerned, walking back to the ship taldeer couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Everything that her visions showed her were becoming more and more evident to be...wrong, she would need to act now.
A farseer's visions were but only one component of the choice that they made that could very well decide the fate of their entire race, one wrong move or prediction could lead to thousands of eldar deaths.
Indeed. An audience was in order.