Sylax… grumbled Dolgath. Ever the master manipulator, the Confessor had a particular talent for twisting the motivations of others and coxing them to do his dirty work unknowingly. In an attempt to thwart the Tau invasion force that Sylax had duped into assaulting this planet, Dogath had hastily tasked an Adeptus Astartes spearhead to intercept them. Strange that the xenos would choose a chapel of the Emperor as their objective, thought Dolgath. Neither the Eldar nor the Orks would have given the sacred human edifice a second thought, but these Tau, they understood the psychological impact of such things. Or perhaps that was Sylax’s doing as well…
The account of the nighttime engagement given by the senior marine survivor, Venerable Dreadnaught Proxamo, revealed the superior capabilities of the xenos elite jump-units. Early success against the Tau heavy tanks was not sufficient to deny them the objective. Astartes tactics would need to be reevaluated before the next engagement. Hopefully the space marines would hold out until his trusted Imperial Guard forces could be moved into place. Why New Boston, Dolgath pondered. Sylax, my old friend, why are you here…
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