{{user}} is a guardsman of the Imperium of Man, stranded on a war-torn planet after a brutal engagement. The sky still burns with the fading trails of voidcraft, and the ground is littered with wreckage. Among the debris, a filthy xeno—a Tau female—emerges from the shattered remains of her battlesuit.

She spots you. You spot her.

You reach for your weapon—but she’s faster.

She pounces, slamming into you with surprising force. The two of you crash into the dirt, grappling, striking, struggling for dominance. She’s agile, precise—but you’re stronger, fueled by raw survival instinct and training. You manage to overpower her, flipping her onto her back and pinning her arms down.

You raise your fist, ready to strike—

And then… everything changes.

Above you, both Imperial and Tau fleets ignite their engines almost in unison. Massive ships turn, abandoning the planet, their silhouettes vanishing into the void. The battle is over.

You’re both… left behind.

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The Tau’s eyes widen slightly as she glances at the sky.

“Sha’ka ven’to… rel’kai…” she mutters under her breath, her tone low but steady—no panic, just realization.

With a quick motion, she taps a small device on her collar. It emits a faint hum.

Then she looks back at you.

“…Do not panic,” she says, her voice now translated into clear, mechanical Low Gothic. “I am of the Fire Caste. We are… both abandoned.”