Several Thunderhawk transports in different paint schemes slowly descended into the crater, their gusts scattering gravel and bits of flesh across the ground while freshening the air somewhat.
"What just happened? Were you telling a historical story?" Shadowsun asked Lin Fan. She had not understood any of it.
The Great Crusade, the Aeldari, the Chaos Gods... it all sounded bizarre and fantastical, as unreliable as mythology.
"Just now? Nothing happened. It merely means we can sit down and have a proper talk now."
"I did not sense that they agreed. They did not state any position."
Shadowsun asked in confusion. The exchange between the colonel and the Space Marines had begun abruptly and ended just as inexplicably.
Lin Fan merely smiled and shook his head, offering Shadowsun no further explanation. The fact that those Space Marines had not drawn their guns on him was the best attitude they could have shown.
Hatred was not so easily suppressed. Although the Space Marines' actions showed their respect for Lin Fan and The Emperor, Lin Fan felt that if they encountered xenos, they would still kill them.
There was no need for him to interfere with that sort of thing. Was he supposed to keep watching the Space Marines and shout at them, "Don't kill him! Don't fight!"
That would be ridiculous.
Lin Fan felt that he ought to establish a region, a place where every race could calmly sit down and negotiate.
The T'au Empire's border was actually quite suitable. The location on the star map Trazyn had given Lin Fan lay in a very delicate position.
If Lin Fan's memory was correct, this should be where the Great Rift tore through the entire galaxy, at the boundary between the Imperium's light and dark sides.
Below lay the T'au Empire's northern border,