Hey, guys, do you remember this mysterious tau from Fire Caste?
Strangest of all, he had once encountered a lone tau warrior wandering the jungle in a hulking battlesuit. Judging by the cracks riddling its tarnished ceramic plates the armour had seen better days, but it was easily capable of annihilating Gurdjief, so he had offered no hostility. Instead he had tried to make sense of the mystery. The suit was painted a mottled crimson, a colour at odds with Wintertide’s stark whites and midnight blacks. Gurdjief had no idea what faction the alien belonged to, but the five-flanged sunburst adorning its breastplate looked like personal heraldry, identifying its wearer as a warrior of distinction.
They had talked like fellow pilgrims, sharing tales and striving to map the impossible geometries of the Coil. The xenos was a soldier like himself, lost in time and place but still true to the mission that had led him into the wilderness. He had been vague about that mission, but so far as Gurdjief could make out he was hunting a band of traitors he called ‘The Canker Eaters’.
‘The savages turned on us and slaughtered my comrades,’ the warrior said. ‘They devoured our flesh.’
‘Yet you survived?’
‘I… Yes… I survived. It must be so,’ but the xenos had seemed uncertain.
When Gurdjief had politely enquired about his caste, already knowing he must be a Fire Warrior, the tau had become confused. Finally he had answered ‘Smoke’.
There is the description of Shas’el from Greater Evil.
Akuryo’s mottled crimson armour bore a five-armed sunburst on its breastplate – personal colours and heraldry granted to him when he’d earned his rank.
What a tragic fate. Survive genestiller infested hive only to became an ethernal wanderer on Phaedra…..