The Aeldari of Kel Sandros

Farseer Tarquil allowed his mind to wander the paths of fate, gazing upon the myriad of possible futures the runes showed to him and felt despair. So few strands of fate ended in anything but disaster and damnation, not just for the Aeldari race but for the very galaxy itself. The path that Kel Sandros had so long striven to avoid now seemed inevitable. The opening of the Cicatrix Maledictum was but the first physical manifestation of the human race's inevitable self inflicted destruction. Like the Aeldari before them mankind's collective consciousness was fuelling the turmoil of the warp, birthing a foulness in their own image that, upon its manifestation, would not only destroy their own race but bring about the Rhana Dandra and the final ascendancy and triumph of the Chaos gods over the material plane.

The only way to escape such an ending was the rapid culling of humanity, a genocide on a scale unlike any the universe had ever seen. With the powers of Chaos waxed strong and the end times close at hand only a quick and rapid annihilation would succeed for in its slow decline from grace the Imperium fed the power of the warp with the suffering, violence and bigoted superstition of its trillions of soles. 

Tarquil saw one glimmer of hope, one shining strand of fate in a sea of despair. As the powers of Chaos neared their final triumph they were made vulnerable by their own success. With the fall of the Cadian gate and the division of the Imperium mankind now fought a war on all fronts. Once again there was an opportunity for the Aeldari to succeed where they had failed during the heresy, to provoke a total war that would see Chaos consume its own fuel source and be bled dry in the process. Into the vacuum a new power would ascend, one that would have the power to pacify the stars without feeding the hunger of thirsting gods.

Tarquil caste his gaze to a region of space in the far galactic east. On this cluster of stars the fate of the galaxy hung. There the opening of the Cicatrix Maledictum had cut the fledgling T'au Empire off from its path of expansion, even as the Imperium controlled a stable passageway through the immense warp rift. If the situation could be reversed the T'au would be free to expand unchecked into worlds totally isolated from centres of Imperial power and the guiding light of the Emperor's beacon. The fog of uncertainty lifted for a brief instant and Tarquil knew what must be done.