I got to field my custom Sgt. Harker proxy Deest today. A beastman with a grudge to bear against the Tau. I am really happy with how he came out.
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Once again it was a brief 500pt skirmish but it was as bloody and brutal as the last. Most of the Tau HQ unit was decimated in the first turn by artillery fire and the rest of the army was swiftly mown down by las guns and Deest's heavy bolter.
A second tabled result for the Order Extermini!
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| Victory! The surviving warriors. |
Deest
Deest flexed his giant frame in the blazing suns of Santi. He was ready to face the Tau. His home world had refused to enter into the Tau agreement and their planet had been overrun and enslaved. For the greater good they said. Cracking his trunk of a neck he made his way towards his new leader. The time he had spent with humans so far had left him empty. They were a petty, destructive and bitter race. From a young age Deest had been educated to change, adapt and accept the differences of others. The heralds had taught them to accept even the most twisted and horrifying of their kin. On entering the command tent he remained underwhelmed. Before him sat a tiny, thin female human. Her open commissars coat revealing a tight mesh that spread over her bare flesh. He respected the lack of armour but knew enough about human customs to deem this display inappropriate and shameful. "You are Deest, a thinker from Standur. It's an honour to have you work alongside us," said the Lord Commissar. "Here for vengeance, revenge on the blue man." Said Deest clucking out the best human he could muster. "Proud day for me." "Well it's time to prove your worth. The Tau come at dusk." Letting out a chirp of approval the warrior spun around and left the tent. Picking up his equipment,the towering xenos stood on the hill top and waited. As the second sun began to set, the pallid bald men around him began to huddle into formations. He sensed they were different, like insects controlled as one. Ordering his unit to advance he began his decent as the Tau fleet came into view. Above them mortar rounds filled the sky, before the landscape erupted in front of them. Witnessing the destruction of the blue man fuelled Deest with a new lust for life. His days of peace and study had passed, but the horrors that he had read about were indeed true. The universe was ugly beyond what he could have imagined. Inquisitor Gob was correct in his goal. The Imperium and any other warmongering race had to be stopped. Raising the huge heavy bolter in his arms Deest pulled the trigger. It's shells tore through the foes before him. Purple mist erupting from the advancing Tau. The allies at his left and right were crippled by the enemy's retaliation. Carbine shots punched through the humans weak armour, bone and flesh. Their short compact commanders fell back towards the front line. Deest contemplated doing the same. His great frame trembled as he ran and his breathing became erratic. Conflict was new and no matter how much he had read about tactics and the horrors of war, it hadn't prepared him for conflict. The Tau sirens for retreat sounded. He witnessed the large suit in front of him go to fall back. It's arms sending a torrent of molten death into his unit. His men threw themselves before him, screaming, blistering and popping. Tears falling down his sinewy cheeks Deest swung his fire arc around, emptying his hvy bolter into the armoured villain. It wasn't until he heard the rasping voice of his Lord that he let go of the trigger. "The battles over Thinker. You proved your worth." Deest looked around at the dead at his feet. Falling to his knees he began to cry and wail into the skies. He wasn't cut out for war, he longed to be back in his library.
