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Tooth and Claw: Preview By Patrick Eibel
Daksha Ram leaned heavily on the battlement of the Fighting Tiger Fortress. Around him, servitors were preparing for the return of Kshatriya Jirbu Ghosh. The honored battle veteran was returning early from the war on Auros IX to investigate the recent reports of Dark Eldar activity. For the Space Marines still on Veda there was an air of joy and trepidation. Joy because the war on Auros IX was nearly over, trepidation because, even now, the age-old enemies of the Fighting Tigers threatened Veda and could be lurking somewhere in the jungle. 

As Daksha Ram breathed in the still, Vedic night air, he listened. With his acute senses he could discern the sounds of the land, from the lowing of the gae in the fields nearby to the incessant buzzing of the agdum and mahisasura flies along the riverbanks. As he let his thoughts drift, he began to recite to himself the first verse of the Rigsamayajur Ghuyarashtra. “O! Sleeping Brahma, who has all space as clothes and planets and stars for his body, I pray to you. Please bring auspiciousness, prosperity, good health, and the destruction of the intellect’s enemy.” His meditations were interrupted at the approach of a servitor.

Sahib,” the servitor said, bowing at the waist.

Daksha Ram turned, “Yes, what is it?”

“We have received word from the starship Munnin.” The servitor stopped speaking as a recording of the transmission began to play from its voicebox, the mechanically interpreted voice of the dreadnought Ferin Ironhammer sounding oddly similar to that of the cyborg minion, 

“Greetings, Chaplain Ram. I have received your request for aid. We are near the Regulus System en route to Azkadar to explore the ruins of the dvergar city there. My Lord, Keric Quicbrand, will continue on our present course, and has agreed to allow me to divert to Veda to help you out. I hope all is going well in the Fighting Tigers’ war with the Orks. My Astropath tells me that we can be there in ten Terran days.” 

There was an audible click, and then the servitor said, “End of transmission.”

“Thank you, you may go,” Daksha Ram nodded to the servitor. For some reason, he could not shake the feeling that something very bad was about to happen. 

In the deep space outside the Regulus system, the starships Hunnin and Munnin cruised at speeds unfathomable by human perception. On the bridge of the Hunnin, Keric Quicbrand met with his long-time friend, Ferin Ironhammer.

“You should stay on Veda for as long as you like. The jungle climate may do wonders for your disposition.” The Wolf Lord never tired of reminding his friend of the “benefits” of being a Dreadnought.

“Don’t you worry. I will join you on Azkadar before the frost on your beer mug melts. It will take more than a couple of svartalfir to delay me long.” 

“Nonetheless, be careful. I would hate to have to break off our mission to come and save your hide again.” Despite the sarcastic words, there was deep fondness and respect in the Wolf Lord's face and manner. “May Russ watch over you.”

“And you as well.” The Dreadnought turned and left to be transported back to his ship. 

Keric Quicbrand turned to a monitor displaying navigational charts of the Regulus system. He briefly considered following the Munnin to Veda, but knew that the steadfast approach that Ferin Ironhammer took towards tactics was better suited to fighting the svartalfir than his own, more direct style. Still, part of him could not help but be envious of Space Wolves who would get to engage the enemy.

Deep in the center of the continent of Ghuyarashtra, on the planet Veda, is a mountain range that runs northeast to southwest and splits the continent in two. The locals call the range the Sleeping Brahman, in reference to a myth that the God-Emperor came to Veda and was bitten by a very large agdum fly, sent by the daemonic Lord of the Rakshasas, which caused him to sleep. As the years went by, the God-Emperors’s skin hardened and was covered by snow, ice, and earth, until the mountains were formed. Myth holds that one day the God-Emperor will waken from his slumber, shake off his earthen mantle, and lead the Vedic in the final battle against the rakshasas.

To Dr. Jheste, Dark Elf Haemonculus and chief advisor to the Archon Syryx Lynatharr, the mountains were home. Standing high on a ridge, Jheste held a small mechanical device and pushed a series of coded numbers. It had been thousands of years since the device had been used, since before the Kabal was forced into the Maelstrom, since the Fighting Tigers had come to this world. He finished entering the sequence of numbers and waited to see if the device still worked. 

Almost instantly, a shimmering, silver portal opened in the side of the mountain, large enough to fly a Raider–several Raiders–through. He stepped through the portal and walked a short distance down the rocky path on the other side. After about fifty feet, he stopped at the edge of a chasm at least 5,000 feet deep. At the bottom of the chasm, preserved in the deep mountain climate, was the once-proud Dark Eldar city Tharalon. Small patches of luminescent lichen provided eerie highlights to the spires of the long-abandoned buildings.

Dr. Jheste smiled and pulled out a communicator. Programming a sub-space frequency, he waited until he had a signal. Soon the voice of the mildly mad Archon could be heard.

“You had better have good news, Doctor. Else you need not return.”  Syryx Lynatharr’s voice was both a whine and a threat.

“Not to fear, my lord,” Jheste said soothingly, “everything is as we left it. I will make the preparations to open the webway portal.”

“Yes, yes. Just get on with it. If the scouting reports are true, we should be back in control of Veda before the Tigers return from their war. That is, if you can stop chatting long enough to do anything.”

Dr. Jheste sighed and shut off the communicator. Looking around the deep mountain caverns, he drew the small metallic box from his cloak and smiled.  It was good to be home.

Pressing the sides of the box in, he projected the eldritch, green light down to the cavern floor. The webway portal was now open, and one by one the Ozone Scorpions returned to Veda. 
 
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Related Pages
The Gray Tiger: Ozone Scorpions infiltrate Veda
Ferin Ironhammer (Space Wolves)
Kabal of the Ozone Scorpions (Dark Eldar)
Fighting Tigers Glossary and Pronunciation Guide
 

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