Editing Golden Aquilas (section)

== AAR: Borobudur III ==

Describing the end of the 7 month Guard Campaign:

"..so we realized we were trapped in the valley. On the cliffs, the Tau forces harassed us without mercy, ruining every attempt to rally our forces. In the front, Orks surged forth in an endless green tide of death. Behind us lay only the enormous lake, its waves battering on the shore like Earthshakers, making escape by water impossible. Our heavy vehicles had been reduced either to a barely-functional state or outright scrap. Ammo was low, casualties were high, moral was nonexistent, and our general lay dead. What was left of our superiors gave us our final orders: pray for a miracle, and fight to the death. 

On the last day, at dawn, a final, terrible WAAAAAAGH! arose from the front as the Orks surged forth from their camp, while darting shadows on the sides told us the Tau were preparing to finish the Orks off right after our own deaths. Suddenly, deliverance came: the cliffs began to roar with bolter fire and heavy ordnance, shredding the Orks en masse, with precision that was both terrifying and beautiful in equal measure. The Orks fell back, bewildered, the largest among them already dead or doomed. A sudden roar came from the ranks of the ordinary Guard soldiers, and they charged forth, renewed with vengeance, forcing the Orks back even faster, were it possible. Running, however, did not save the enemy: the farther they went, the more traps seemed to spring to life from the air, killing them in droves. The few who tried to take to the skies exploded in quick succession as fireballs, killing those below. Soon, the battlefield lay devoid of life, save the guardsmen who cheered and sobbed in equal measure. 

Those with quicker wits, however, began to wonder who our saviors had been. Our saviors were clearly Imperial, but we should have been the only such forces in the sector. Further, what had happened to the Tau forces? It was only after climbing the cliffs did we find our answer: the Tau dead littered the battlefield. Many seemed to have been killed from behind, either with slit throats or wounds on vital organs. This would have been impressive with the Fire Warriors alone, but the Kroot and Tau Dreadnaughts were killed or disabled in a similar manner, without any apparent sign of resistance.

This, however, was not what grabbed our immediate attention. That was drawn instead to the beautiful figures clad in black, silver and blue. Surely they must have been Sisters of Battle, but I had seen the Sisters before, and believe me, none were as entrancing or moved as gracefully or precisely as those I saw that day. Alas, the only communication I had with our saviors was the gentle smile one flashed at me before she climbed aboard their transports and quickly vanished from sight. Thinking back on that moment, am I blessed for having set eyes on such perfection, or cursed never knowing if I may see it again..?"