T-this couldn't get any worse... after these Gue'la attacked our sept world, slaughtered most of our kind and turned the world into what they call a 'shrine world' they decided to use the surviving T'au like me as some sort of religious symbol. I have one or two hours of rest before getting woken up with a whip or electrical shock, after wards I'm strapped up and attached to either a servitor or servo-skull which will drag me along my designated path for the next twenty three hours with this incredibly strong smelling incense filling the air wherever I go
ohhh this poor naïve xenos how she thought it was only to be paraded and despised but by the emperors will or some malignant force beyond their reach, her damnation would not end...for behind her as she stood forth for her penitent march, was a young man a vox hailer who held aloft a grand staff like speaker, the imperium's equila coated by the waning wax of candles and holy seals, his eyes solely focused on her. to attend to her, to heal her, and to mend her broken body each day so that these trials could never truly end...
^Then a warp tear happens on the planet, bringing nightmares beyond imagination upon the populace, with only the PDF and the imperial guard regiment meant to be shipped out tomorrow to defend them
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