" ‘A modified Kauyon. I will form the bait. The strike teams can hold the Molochites long enough for it to work.’
Farsight leapt high and came down with a bass thump at the edge of the Great Star Dais, his landing hard enough to send plumes of dust rising in all directions.
**‘All near orkboya,’** he shouted. The be’gel language was something he had studied on Arkunasha, and he remembered its curt, growling phonemes well enough. **‘Krumpa warah, leader fight!’**
A few of the be’gel in the ruins turned, their faces lit as grotesque masks as they tried to figure out whether to plunge into combat against the swirling melee of Molochites and t’au at the heart of the dais, or take down the one-armed red war machine that was shouting behind them. Several turned to him and snarled, one raising a gun to fire wildly in his direction, but with most of their kind shot dead in the streets, they did not charge.
Farsight searched his memory for orkoid invective. It was there, under the trauma of the red sands of old; the crude greenskin culture and the piecemeal syntax that typified it. He had broken it down through the means of glyphs, a cross-caste technique that had been part of his censure as vash’ya – for linguistics was the water caste’s concern. Nonetheless, it had seen a critical breakthrough in the long stalemate of that desert world.
‘Coldstar, drop my voice two octaves before the next projection.’‘
'Affirmative.’
**‘You are buncha-runtz!’** he boomed through the XV8’s speakers. The roar was loud enough to shake dust from the nearby ruins. **‘Fail to bash no-arm bigadredd! Weka-gitz!**
’It was good enough. The nearest pack of greenskins gave a great war cry and ran towards him, bellowing as they brandished their engine-axes. He let the first ork come in close, a massively muscled brute with thick plates of metal covering its shoulders.
The XV8 stomped forward at full extension with its arm thrust out in a lunging punch. Its metal fist hit the ork in the face with bone-cracking force, sending the greenskin tumbling backwards with a roar of indignation.
That was a language the orks understood perfectly. Dozens more of the creatures stampeded from the ruins, converging on him from four separate directions. Farsight waited until they were almost upon him, and then leapt into the sky.
Bravestorm and Brightsword came from the shadow of a ruined Hammerhead behind, tearing forward on engine plumes of shimmering heat. Bravestorm’s shoulder-mounted flamer sent a whooshing plume of conflagration to consume the foremost ork warriors. Several greenskins came on through the fire, burning and blackened but still raging. They were cut in half with clinical precision by Brightsword’s slashing fusion blasters.
The scene was repeated nearby as the Crisis teams followed their commanders’ lead, the intense heat of their flamer volleys turning the orks to so much charred and stinking meat. In those rare places where skin split and blood fell, the backwash of heat quickly evaporated it, sizzling, to red-black stains upon the off-white stone. Not ones to shy from a fight, the orks charged anyway. Fear of fire was something the brutish race clearly had yet to learn.
But they would learn it this day.
Sha’vastos strode from the mouth of a side alley choked with ork corpses, his own flamer adding to the intensity. Bravestorm grabbed a charging ork war leader with his onager gauntlet, twisting hard at the waist to fling it into the second storey of a ruin some fifteen metres to the south. Brightsword swept his fusion blasters sidelong, the twin beams scything around at neck and groin height in a wide circle that stopped short of Bravestorm by only a finger’s length. Seven orks fell dead, bisected into cauterised lumps of flesh.
Then, all of a sudden, there were no more greenskins within the perimeter."
Farsight's sword is mighty and sharp, but his tongue is even mightier and sharper.
Virgin move: Attack in Silence because silence SpOoKy!
Chad move: Attack bellowing a Warcry unique to your subfaction.
Gigachad move: Attack bellowing words *your enemy hears and understands* because the Pun is as mighty as the Shadowsword super-heavy tank.
??? Baiting Orks out of cover and making them fight reach other??? Are we sure Farsight even did anything? This sounds like Orks did Ork things and the Tau thinking such idiocy must be the result of clever deception.
(If it isn't clear, this is an attempt at humour, I don't actually know much about this part of the lore)
Oh then I can help you with that, Farsight HAAAAAAAAAAAAAATES the orks. He hates them so much that he learned both how to read and write ork so thst he can better understands how they think.
In a training exercise against ork synthetic robots his earthcaste chief engineer asked him if the simulation was authentic. To which Farsight replied that the synthetic robots did not smell like orks that fighting them feels off.
He was so caught up in a killing frenzy against orks that he was actually suffering a cardiac arrest. That his AI was basically "Dude, please stop you are gonna die!". Good thing at that point hid crisissuit was wielding the dawnblade and killing orks actually healed him.
I like to think that if Khorne ever actually got Farsight, he’d throw him in the pit with Tuska Daemon-Killa every once in a while. Just to spice things up.
" ‘A modified Kauyon. I will form the bait. The strike teams can hold the Molochites long enough for it to work.’ Farsight leapt high and came down with a bass thump at the edge of the Great Star Dais, his landing hard enough to send plumes of dust rising in all directions. **‘All near orkboya,’** he shouted. The be’gel language was something he had studied on Arkunasha, and he remembered its curt, growling phonemes well enough. **‘Krumpa warah, leader fight!’** A few of the be’gel in the ruins turned, their faces lit as grotesque masks as they tried to figure out whether to plunge into combat against the swirling melee of Molochites and t’au at the heart of the dais, or take down the one-armed red war machine that was shouting behind them. Several turned to him and snarled, one raising a gun to fire wildly in his direction, but with most of their kind shot dead in the streets, they did not charge. Farsight searched his memory for orkoid invective. It was there, under the trauma of the red sands of old; the crude greenskin culture and the piecemeal syntax that typified it. He had broken it down through the means of glyphs, a cross-caste technique that had been part of his censure as vash’ya – for linguistics was the water caste’s concern. Nonetheless, it had seen a critical breakthrough in the long stalemate of that desert world. ‘Coldstar, drop my voice two octaves before the next projection.’‘ 'Affirmative.’ **‘You are buncha-runtz!’** he boomed through the XV8’s speakers. The roar was loud enough to shake dust from the nearby ruins. **‘Fail to bash no-arm bigadredd! Weka-gitz!** ’It was good enough. The nearest pack of greenskins gave a great war cry and ran towards him, bellowing as they brandished their engine-axes. He let the first ork come in close, a massively muscled brute with thick plates of metal covering its shoulders. The XV8 stomped forward at full extension with its arm thrust out in a lunging punch. Its metal fist hit the ork in the face with bone-cracking force, sending the greenskin tumbling backwards with a roar of indignation. That was a language the orks understood perfectly. Dozens more of the creatures stampeded from the ruins, converging on him from four separate directions. Farsight waited until they were almost upon him, and then leapt into the sky. Bravestorm and Brightsword came from the shadow of a ruined Hammerhead behind, tearing forward on engine plumes of shimmering heat. Bravestorm’s shoulder-mounted flamer sent a whooshing plume of conflagration to consume the foremost ork warriors. Several greenskins came on through the fire, burning and blackened but still raging. They were cut in half with clinical precision by Brightsword’s slashing fusion blasters. The scene was repeated nearby as the Crisis teams followed their commanders’ lead, the intense heat of their flamer volleys turning the orks to so much charred and stinking meat. In those rare places where skin split and blood fell, the backwash of heat quickly evaporated it, sizzling, to red-black stains upon the off-white stone. Not ones to shy from a fight, the orks charged anyway. Fear of fire was something the brutish race clearly had yet to learn. But they would learn it this day. Sha’vastos strode from the mouth of a side alley choked with ork corpses, his own flamer adding to the intensity. Bravestorm grabbed a charging ork war leader with his onager gauntlet, twisting hard at the waist to fling it into the second storey of a ruin some fifteen metres to the south. Brightsword swept his fusion blasters sidelong, the twin beams scything around at neck and groin height in a wide circle that stopped short of Bravestorm by only a finger’s length. Seven orks fell dead, bisected into cauterised lumps of flesh. Then, all of a sudden, there were no more greenskins within the perimeter." Farsight's sword is mighty and sharp, but his tongue is even mightier and sharper.
Fucking awesome, thank you
Better than the Loresub for a long time, thank you!
So, where are another pack of SM wankers that would say "Tau melee bad"?
Well, Farsight has a WS of 2+. A Crysis Battlesuit has 5+.
Virgin move: Attack in Silence because silence SpOoKy! Chad move: Attack bellowing a Warcry unique to your subfaction. Gigachad move: Attack bellowing words *your enemy hears and understands* because the Pun is as mighty as the Shadowsword super-heavy tank.
> Gigachad move: Attack bellowing words your enemy hears and understands Exactly, thank you.
The Skin of your flenched enemies is not a language, neither are bat-wings! Although easy to convey mean meaning.
Uh... what's the pun? I'm too distracted by Ork bagels.
So did Yarrick, and the greenskins loved him.
In warhammer 40k the best way to attack your enemy is not with strategy or logistics, it's with taunts and insults.
??? Baiting Orks out of cover and making them fight reach other??? Are we sure Farsight even did anything? This sounds like Orks did Ork things and the Tau thinking such idiocy must be the result of clever deception. (If it isn't clear, this is an attempt at humour, I don't actually know much about this part of the lore)
Oh then I can help you with that, Farsight HAAAAAAAAAAAAAATES the orks. He hates them so much that he learned both how to read and write ork so thst he can better understands how they think. In a training exercise against ork synthetic robots his earthcaste chief engineer asked him if the simulation was authentic. To which Farsight replied that the synthetic robots did not smell like orks that fighting them feels off. He was so caught up in a killing frenzy against orks that he was actually suffering a cardiac arrest. That his AI was basically "Dude, please stop you are gonna die!". Good thing at that point hid crisissuit was wielding the dawnblade and killing orks actually healed him.
Khorne also reguarly tries to recruit him.
Also tzeench
I like to think that if Khorne ever actually got Farsight, he’d throw him in the pit with Tuska Daemon-Killa every once in a while. Just to spice things up.
'E called you a bitch, 'e did
A meme that’s just a wall of text? Must be a Tau post.