SO sit back and enjoy the fluff, i'l post pictures of completed models along with it as and when its done. I have a lot on my plate personally right now so it may be slow, but i'm pretty dedicated.
Part 1: The coming storm.
Inquisitor Delorais stood with the toe of his boot over the threshold of the derelict apartment. Blood, oil and a number of other fluids stained the carpets and walls, the majority emanating odours that assaulted the senses.
He had been brought to Korlia II to oversee the excavation of an ancient temple of some long gone warp worshipping culture. The entire catalogue of artefacts had remained inactive; the same could not be said for the general population. A number of key officials had been assassinated, preventing the archiving and removal off world of a majority of the finds, some misguided cult of cretinous witches clearly wanted to keep the damned items on the planet. Delorais did not have time for cretinous witches.
The culmination of his investigation had led him to this apartment building. Through tracking the weak and encrypted signals, monitoring the general population, and what had really led to the breakthrough; power usage. The Inquisitor did not know what he would find on the other side of the door before his boot had connected with it, Laspistol drawn he was ready for anything…
That was the mentality before he gazed upon the mass of metal and wires in the centre of the room; he had stood at this door for far too long now, contemplating possibilities. The mechanicus adepts he brought with him told him the design was unfamiliar, but definitely contained known components from the machinery of the vile Tau. What was this device? What are the Tau doing here? The empire expansion was happening half a galaxy away, they should have had no interest in the worlds of Korlia, and even if they had then the patrols set up at the edge of the system surely would have caught them coming in.
A sudden crack split the air, the rain had stopped hours ago it wasn’t thunder. Time seemed to slow for Delorais; there was an arbite across the room who had been barking orders into his comm-link since the door was kicked through, he suddenly became silent. The visor on his helmet shattered outwards first, followed closely by the remains of his face. He was lifted from his feet at the same time as the inquisitor levelled his pistol for a shot, following the trail of blue smoke through the air. The window behind the arbiter had shattered and stood across on the roof of the next building was a figure silhouetted by the city lights. The arbite had flown the distance of the room with enough force to embed the majority of his limp body into the far wall. Delorais could make out the blinking lights on the front of the figures helmet and took a single shot; the red flash flew the distance and struck its mark. The figure was thrown off balance and grasped its helmet, dropping its weapon it turned to flee.
Delorais was quick to give pursuit, sprinting to the edge of the broken window and leaping the distance between the buildings in a single bound. He grasped the ledge of the roof and began to pull himself up. Far below in the streets were hundreds of people, bright red lights and lots of noise; the festival of fire the locals called it. For now it covered the noise of the fight and the Inquisitor hoped would prevent any mass panic. On the ground next to him was a railirifle, a powerful weapon of the Tau.
The roofs were slick with the rain from earlier. It was cold and dark, the only trail to follow was the scent of burnt out electronics and the occasional flash of helmet lights from far ahead. Delorais knew he had damaged something critical, the blue scum could probably barely see through that visor anymore. He was gaining. He aimed his pistol forward as he ran, caught a glimpse of the Tau for just a second and took the shot. He heard the body hit the ground, hard. The alien was bleeding profusely from the wound in its side. It was struggling to take off its helmet; the lighter armour it was wearing had been its downfall. Delorais recognised it as a pathfinder, the scouts of the Tau.
As the Inquisitor caught up and stood with it at his feet it threw the helmet to one side. It was a female, and it was laughing. Delorais lowered his pistol in line with the scums eyes. It raised a weakened arm and pointed to the sky behind him. The inquisitor turned and looked up, a Tau ship was materialising in orbit as if emerging from the Webway. The nearest force that could put up any form of resistance to forces in a ship that size was at least three hours away. The nearest force who could win a fight against that ship was two days. This was bad…
He fired his pistol.