Editing Idranel (section)

==And==

Idranel was becoming annoyed with the Blood Raven mon-keighs. The crudity of their technology was only matched by the crudity of their tactics but they kept on recurring like genital pox on the Eldar of Commoragh. They were an irrelevance, a distraction, grit in the smoothly working wheels of fate.

Manipulating the Orks had been simple. Make them think they had been challenged about if they were “Orky enuff” to “fight da space marine boyz” and they would cross a galaxy to meet that challenge. Wave the prospect of “shiny bits” in front of them and the only thing that could distract them would be the chance of a good fight.

The Tyranids and the tens of millions of mon-keigh soldiers among the tens of billions of mon-keighs on Meridian had required more time. Patiently the Eldar had balanced the two. Genestealer cults had been hidden or exterminated as required to ensure the hive fleet would arrive at the appointed time and that when it did a bloody stalemate would arise. Millions of mon-keighs were finding the first worth in their worthless lives by dying fighting Tyrannids and their, even more, corrupted former comrades and so drawing more and more of the hive fleet’s resources to the surface of their world.

Soon would come the time for Meridian to be cleansed of all the filth that encrusted its surface. It would take only scant millennia for the planet to cool as in most places the ground would barely have been rendered molten and what was millennia in the billions of years a planet could exist?

But this stalemate was an effort to maintain. The mon-keigh were so stupid it was difficult for Idranel to think down to their contemptible level and anticipate what idiocy they would perform next. If they were not unnecessarily weakening themselves by purging units that had not been compromised they were getting other units wiped out by sending infantry against Carnifexes without heavy weapons and without tanks.

And then there were these Blood Ravens. If they were not so disgusting they would almost be amusing in their pride at thinking themselves better than the rest of their kind. Compared with the glory of the Eldar they were still less than the worms beneath their feet as at least the worms did not fight the inevitability of their destiny or seek to kill their betters.

Fleetingly the thought passed through Idranel’s mind that perhaps her attitude was too far the opposite of other Farseers. That just had they had failed due to their tolerance of and pity for the mon-keigh that perhaps she would fail due to her contempt for them. That some rare flash of insight or simple luck on the part of those lesser creatures could divert events from the course she had plotted.

But that thought was only fleeting and soon subsumed in the desire to restore the proper fear of the Eldar in what passed for the minds and souls of the mon-keigh. Immolating their hive-world along with the Space Marines attempting to save it would be a fine start, but first the Blood Ravens should be granted a victory to bring hope before the despair and death. With a smile Idranel decided to aim the Orks at the generators around Angel Forge, let the mon-keigh fight and bleed to get their gates and defences working before the Eldar swept all aside again.