The Multiverse: Death of Keneke Tua'ala

Kaileth the Exile Kaileth stepped from the shimmering doorway into the webway into the deserts of the Badlands, the cameleoline hooded cloak that hung loose to his body began to immediately shift in colour and texture, looking like the desert around the Eldar, he took a few steps forward and the webway entrance faded, he calmly moved out into the badlands, exploring, moving with an unnatural grace, his long rifle held in both hands at rest as he moved.

The brrp of a dirtbike ripped from the not so far away, on it's back a figure clad entirely in dark leathers. His giant goggles reflected the desert Badlands.

Kaileth the Exile slowing down Kaileth quickly heard the dirtbike shredding ground in the distance, the Eldar ducked behind a rock and glanced out from behind the rock spotting the traveller, looking unarmed, Kai' stood back up and began back on his way, the way he was headed he was going to cross by the rider's path.

Keneke Tua'ala let out a wild whoop and circled back around. On the way he reached back between his shoulder blades, whipping out some sort of makeshift weapon. A knife, taped to a bat, with some nails in it hung at the ready from the Siren as he charged again at the stranger who appeared from nothing.

Kaileth the Exile twisted into a kneeling position, raising his rifle all in one fluid motion, his head not even having touched the stock of the wraithbone grown weapon, his finger tapping the trigger and the psychically charged crystals focusing the light into a tight coherent beam, deadly enough to puncture tank armour, the shot aimed for the attacker's bike.

Keneke Tua'ala watched as his target got into position and-

"...shit"

He threw his weapon and dove after it from his motorbike, a split second before the shot hit. The blast from the combustion tank exploding gave an extra kick to the already tumbling siren. He managed to catch the grunt of the fall with his shoulder and arm, but his ear and the entire side of his face was raw. And-oooh that was definitely a big rock.

Trailing dust, Keneke Tua'ala came skidding to a flop.

"What the FUCK," Keneke barked at Kaileth as he crawled up to his knees. He coughed and sputtered a few curses, scrambling through the dust cloud for his weapon while there was still an ounce of cover.

That was his fuckin' bike! Damn this offlander trash! He made contact with his weapon, "SERIOUSLY."

Kaileth the Exile "you were the fool who thought it a good idea to attack an Eldar, just as stupid as the rest of you Mon'kei" the Eldar twitched his movement and fire for the end of the handle of Keneke's weapon, intending to destroy it, or worse case scenario put a clean hole through the fool's hand

Keneke Tua'ala yelped and threw his weapon, dodging the shot and again disarming himself. That's it...

"YooouuuaaarrrgonagetitIsweaaaaa!" He cried as he charged at Kaileth, pulling from a sheathe on his thigh a jagged dagger. The siren ran very, very fast for a humanoid.

Kaileth the Exile blinked, caught by surprise by the sudden suicidal charge, he let out a sigh and slung his rifle out the way and from his waist drew his powersword, the elegant blade a masterpiece piece of art more than a weapon, but as is eldar design, he keyed the rune that activated the power field, a field of blue electricity coursed over the blade as it glew a mix of varying blues. accepting the charge and entering a defensive stance.

Keneke Tua'ala was battle hardened. Keneke Tua'ala was ready to die for his people. Keneke Tua'ala had seen it all. Keneke Tua'ala had killed it all.

He had no idea, him nor his gods, what on Blackrock that weapon was.

Again he skid to a stop, this time on his feet, wildly backpedaling from the alien offworld technology he so despised and feared.

"Deathbringer," He hissed at it, having had never seen one in person; a weapon so powerful. Anyone back home would say it was against the Ways. In all it's glory, and for all his love for war, he was curious.

Kaileth the Exile switched up his stance, his motions fluid and graceful, the cloak peeling back to expose his mesh armour, light in its design and form fitting a few plates of armour weaved into the mesh armour.

"others of my kind have travelled here?" he asked questioningly his voice raised only slightly, shifting his stance into one of attack for if this battle continued

Keneke Tua'ala shrugged, "All offlanders's same if not Siren. I'm siren. You're not."

He quickly returned to his own defensive posture, creeping closer and pointing two fingers roughly at Kaileth. He didn't trust this guy, but he hand't killed him yet and probably coulda. And that weapon... visions of the glory of war flashed through Keneke's greasy head.

Kaileth the Exile watched as the tribal stepped closer "then there can be no peace then, Kaela Mensha Khaine's Wrath upon you then" Khaine, the bloody handed eldar god of war and vengeance, to do battle with an eldar whom has called upon the name is to fight to the death and only a singular survivor. Kaileth flowed forward his strikes coming fast, three strikes a second fast, Eldar warriors could hold off space marine captains and chapter masters, the aspect warriors of the Aeldari kind were deadlier than Kaileth could ever become.

Keneke Tua'ala raised his dagger and took the low route, flattening to the ground before popping back up a few feet away. He barely dodged that!

"You fight as evidence to the Ways!" He snarled; to think he even for a moment humored abandoning them for a slick weapon!

Kaileth the Exile no longer spoke, his offhand withdrew swiftly and swiped the Shuriken pistol from its holster brought up to aim and in an instance fired, the projectiles were mono-molecular discs, though the range of the weapon was sub par its lethality was nothing to question the projectiles capable of shredding flesh and bone to ribbons and even puncturing considerable amounts of armour and even capable of shredding space marine's power armour, the volley of fire from the first burst from a second's trigger pull released over a hundred projectiles.

Keneke Tua'ala was hit in the arm, promptly losing it as his flesh ribboned away. Thankfully the wound seemed to be cauterized, but stiil! It hurt! Like shit! He left out another stream of curses and dove behind a rock to recover.

Shaking, he pulled a grenade from his jacket pocket and pulled the pin with his teeth. He tossed it back at Kaileth and prepared for the blast.

Kaileth the Exile spotted the grenade early as it peeked over the rock, swiftly moving back into cover and waited for the explosion also, though he switched back to the long rifle just in cover, waiting to step out, level the rifle and fire.

Keneke Tua'ala waited to hear the blast, and made a fast run for it! He booked across the terrain, towards nowhere in general, in plain view, but managed to make some distance. All the while he swore under his breath and prayed to his gods.

Kaileth the Exile hearing the man run, he stepped out the cloak making his disappear as it faded into its surrounding colours once more, levelling the rifle and allowing a second to aim, Kaileth would fire three times all three rounds aimed for Keneke's chest cavity.

One.

Skimmed by his ear as he ran. The whistle it made reminded him of the whistle his that used to call him home for dinner. Before he had ever carved the scalp from an outlander.

Two.

Pierced his back and sent him forward, the shock of it felt like the first time he ever set eyes on her. She wielded as well as he did. Her fighting was phenomenal. With a staff she had knocked him to the ground, holding him there while she moved to kick his skull in. He had turned, met her eyes, and driven a spear through her gut. It was the most intimate moment of his life.

Three.

Right in the heart, and everything went on fire. Then, Keneke Tua'ala was numb. His didn't feel his chest hit the ground, or his teeth break on contact with a rock.

The sky was gold, the land every shade from red to brown. Wasn't the afternoon a beautiful time to die, to finally obtain honorable passage to Rakhvālē?

Kaileth the Exile Kaileth waited thirty seconds, near completely invisible to even trained eyes, his cloak billowed weakly in the light wind at, though he was still as a statue, even his breathing near non-existant.

finally standing he lowered his rifle and set it aside by the rock, pulling his head back and removing his helmet, his features were sharp and similar to elves in appearance, setting his weapons aside, the next hour Kaileth would toil to bury Keneke Tua'ala marking his grave with some of the scrap from his bike and weapons, and tied to the top a blue ribbon reading 'an insane but brave warrior'

The Multiverse » Arcs » Death of Keneke Tua'ala

As written by: Yvandír, lostamongtrees

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So begins...

Death of Keneke Tua'ala

Setting: The Badlands