Aeldari Aid

After ending her unpleasant conversation with Lin Fan, Yvraine could only listen to her kin's complaints and doubts about the Path of Ynnead.

"Oh, wonderful! This is the most wonderfully stupid thing I've ever heard! Our race is on the verge of extinction under the threat of Slaanesh, and Ynnead's rise is only pushing us truly to the edge of annihilation. Whether Slaanesh devours 1% of our population or we offer 99% of our dead to Ynnead, what's the difference?"

"There is a difference. The remaining 1% can rebuild civilization..."

"Rebuild my ass. With 1% of the population, we'd be an endangered species. Forget restoring the glory of the old Imperium—even protecting ourselves would become far more difficult. Everyone in Commorragh is dead. Now our people have fewer than twenty-five Craftworlds left, along with our wilderness kin living under assumed identities on planets." The Biel-Tan Seer mocked them furiously.

Lin Fan's arrival brought the argument to an end. Every Aeldari present knew Lin Fan was something deeply uncanny. They watched in silence as he sat before a table made of Wraithbone, and Yvraine asked why he had come.

"It's nothing much. I just hope you can serve as messengers and liaisons." Lin Fan roughly described Oedmeir's proposal.

"So our people will be scattered across different worlds? Wouldn't that be too dangerous?"

"Imperium soldiers will be responsible for protecting them."

"We... will select volunteers from the Craftworld who are willing to do this."

"Really? That was easier than I expected. Then carry on with your discussion." Lin Fan was surprised that the Seers had agreed to the proposal so readily. On the way here, he had come up with plenty of arguments.

What if reason didn't work, and the Aeldari just put on airs and refused to help?

Then Lin Fan