The T'au home planet, their most important Homeworld, saw countless vessels come and go. It was the most prosperous world in their domain.
At the very heart of T'au territory, the supreme leader of the Ethereals sat around a round table with a group of figures in black.
The leader angrily slapped the intelligence report onto the table.
"The Imperium is coming again. I told you back then not to cross the Damocles Gulf, but you wouldn't listen. I told you the time wasn't right."
"Hmph. You also told us not to help these weak little blue-skinned creatures, and to wait quietly for the End Times."
"That was because of that damned Adeptus Mechanicus ship!" the supreme leader of the T'au roared at everyone.
"That ship would reach this place and discover us. You foresaw it. You must have performed the ritual. Your prescience told you."
The leader pounded the table in fury.
"You dragged me into your schemes, too. You knew they would discover this place. We had already been there for three thousand years by then! You were ready all along. You were waiting for it to come!"
"Yes, we carried it out very well. The T'au's development is on track, but the Imperium shouldn't be launching an offensive at a time like this. Our prescience never told us." The black-clad speaker spread his hands helplessly.
"Our prescience gave us only two omens. One was that the Imperium of Man would be unable to interfere with us for the next several millennia. Once a major Chaos operation succeeded, our technology would also be sufficiently advanced for a final showdown with every power in the galaxy;
"The other omen was that our rapid expansion would affect the neighboring Storm King. That damned Necron would go to war with us,