Editing Waiting For Godot: 40k Edition (section)

== Good Ending ==

Fokaal burst through the rubble surrounding the cave mouth, charging as only a dreadnought could.

Akhentomen looked up and saw a dim yellow armor, in hoof-like boots, in front of him.

"FOR THE GREATER GOOD!" a voice yelled, as he felt a rifle press to the top of his skull.

The crumple of metal on armor met Akhentomen's auditory receptors. The rifle flew away, and its bearer with it. Craning his neck to look up further, he saw the fist of Fokaal's good arm. Moments later, he felt it lift him up. He readied his Staff for battle as he took his position on top of Fokaal.

"Much appreciated!"

"ANY TIME," replied Fokaal, punching more of the armored xenos. Rifle fire pinged off of his armor, scoring it, denting it, but never dropping him.

Akhentomen took aim with his Staff and laid down his own killing field.

A sudden, earth-shaking explosion at the cave mouth knocked them both to the ground.

The Tau had a railgun. That was how they'd opened the cave.

And that was what Fokaal was charging directly at now, trampling Tau and Kroot alike as they stood in his way.

***

"CAN YOU OPERATE THIS EQUIPMENT, AKHENTOMEN?"

"I've never seen anything like it before."

"THEN WE ARE STUCK ON THIS PLANET."

"Incorrect."

There were a few noteworthy benefits to having a Necrodermis body beyond immortality, Akhentomen thought to himself as he jammed a finger directly into the computer's interface socket.

The Tau shuttle began to lift off, its cockpit full of Air Caste corpses, its hold stained with Fire Caste blood and full of tools and munitions.

"Once we have left the system, we can see about fixing up those marks and that arm."

"THANK YOU, AKHENTOMEN."

Akhentomen felt good. He felt great. He felt absolutely fantastic, as though nothing would ever be wrong again.

"WHERE ARE WE GOING?"

The feeling was gone.

"I...I honestly do not know."

"YOU CANNOT RETURN TO THE IMPERIUM WITH ME. WE WILL GO TO YOUR DYNASTY."

"Bad idea. The Vargard would have you destroyed. Can we hide on one of your hive worlds?"

"I CANNOT HIDE."

"...good point."

Akhentomen puzzled over this and checked the star map. The Imperium wasn't safe for them. The Dynasties weren't safe for them. Neither one would be tolerated -- or would tolerate -- the eldar. The Tau would not take them, not after this. The Orks were safe for no one, and Fokaal would never be willing to live in Chaos territory. After the Thousand Sons incident, Akhentomen didn't want to see Chaos again either.

"We have all the time in the universe to find somewhere. Perhaps the universe will calm down by then."

"PERHAPS."

Akhentomen felt good again.

"HERETIC."

Something in Fokaal's tone sounded soft, as though it was a term of endearment.

"Hmm?"

"...YOU ARE ON THE EMPEROR'S SIDE OF THE SHUTTLE."

If space could transmit sound, the laughter would have filled the galaxy.

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