"Of course, this was only a deduction based on the information we currently had, a castle in the air built upon the void."
"Perhaps we were overthinking it. Everything about the Tau was a miracle of life. They were simply one of the protagonists who had arrived late."
Lox and Magos Lawrence exchanged smiles. Their hypothesis rested upon far too many prerequisites. From a probabilistic standpoint, every additional condition caused the likelihood of it coming true to plummet.
The Red Alert's database contained records of countless xenos races, many of which had likewise been judged to possess immense potential.
Some had been born with talents that eclipsed all others, while others had naturally been able to wield the power of the Warp with great flexibility. Had they been allowed to grow, they might well have become protagonists of the galaxy.
Yet the vast majority of those xenos no longer existed. Some had been destroyed by natural disasters, some had perished through the malignant internal strife of their own civilizations, while others had simply been cleanly wiped out by passing races.
The fragility of a race still in its gestational stage was such that even waste discarded by a passing ship could drive its civilization to extinction.
The Tau's future was not viewed favorably. At the very least, after Lox's exploratory fleet had passed through, most of the species had already been slaughtered. Those left behind had only been spared at Fafnir's request, preserved as "breeding stock."
This son of Leman Russ truly seemed determined to promote Tau-flavored delicacies. Lox deeply suspected that alcohol had damaged his brain on the night he had competed with Guilliman in drinking.
They seemed... far too unreliable.
Even if the Tau survived, they would live within human-established livestock pens. The priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus