Gue'vesa'la Toren

Life before the T'au Empire
Living as one of the many families tending to a Deep space trader, the Steadfast, delivering goods and supplies between the stars. One of the few Trade ships equipped with a Warp Drive and a Astropath they ran one of the more lucrative trade routes.

When he was but a few months from his 16th Birthday the Steadfast was attacked by Chaos raiders, rumored to be given intel by their rivals seeking to capitate on the trade route. Left as one of the only survivors of the raid he was left adrift in the hulk for weeks, surviving on what rations he could obtain and what limited oxygen he could find. The only thing in his mind was the name of the Flagship of the Raiders. Deathbane.

It was only fate or luck that saved him. A T'au patrol hunting for the Raiders happened across the Hulk and saved him from a slow death in a cold grave.

Living the Empire
Adopted by Shas'Vre Va’da’an, leader of the Breacher teams onboard the vessel he was raised while the ship continued on it's deep space patrol. They never did find or capture the Deathbane nor it's fleet.

Raised and taught in the way of the breachers he absorbed the skills readily and mixed it with his own skills carried from the training of the Imperium. His skill and training, not to mention better depth perception made him a formidable marksmen. As injuries mounted with the Breachers, and far from reinforcements and support. Toren joined the Breachers. Disguising himself during a surprise attack on the ship, he utilized a pair of Pulse Pistols and managed to not only blunt the raid but to push it back with his barrage of pulse shots. It was on that day he was given his nickname. Steadfast.

Serving on board the starship for years as it made it's patrol throughout the Empire brought him into contact with many of the other Races under the T'au Empire. From the Ritualistic Kroot to the Hardy Demiurg and even the Curious Nicassar. Gifting him with Knowledge and interaction beyond what even some Rogue Traders will witness in their lifetime. This coupled with his gift for communicating, honed over years made him to be a remarkable speaker.

Joining the Empire
It was on their 10th year that the patrol was to end. For T'au are not as long lived as Humanity and most wished to die in the comfort of the Empire including Va’da’an.

When the day came Va’da’an sat with Toren one last time in the viewing room, the void stretching out between the stars. No words were exchanged for none were needed. While Va’da’an's journey has come to a end, Toren's was just beginning, but he wasn't to start empty handed. Taking out a case he passed it to Toren, his final gift to him. Inside was a set of relic revolvers. Each one lovingly restored and kept in perfect condition. Each one engraved with Lynu. Steadfast.

Serving the Empire
After his service with the Kor'vattra, Toren wanted more, enlisting with the Army as a Gue'vesa, he was promoted to Shas'La on account of his previous service. With his weapons by his side and his curiosity to sate he set off to his future.

Simulation Fun
His first mission was nothing short of mayhem. Organized into a small squad of Breachers supporting a battlesuit team lead by a Shas'O Torith. With fury and discipline they breached a Gatehouse housing a Planetary defense weapon. Defended by a group of Gue'la, they tore though the resistance and planted charges to bring it down.

With his first Simulation Combat completed he was now ready for his first true mission. But not alone, his first drone, Cloak was to be assigned to him to help offset his less then stellar intellect.

First taste of combat
Traveling to Shi'ar, a former world of the empire before it's abandonment to the Imperium. They were tasked to recon the world and asses it's suitability for resettlement along with recovering the Iridium left there. Accompanied by a team of Kroot, lead by Shaper Gorak. The first time he's had the opportunity to work with them.

Travelling to the Planet in the Kroot Space Ship, he spent the time painting his drone, reading and sleeping while his squadmates talked.

Arriving at the planet the Squad moved to recon out the local city. Finding it abandoned and looking like the inhabitants left in the hurry. Hacking into the Camera systems only revealed something stranger, The inhabitants all traveling eerily towards the admin building and most concerning, not leaving.

Entering the Admin building, evidence of a struggle started appearing. Dried blood splatted around, broken glass and scratches along the walls and most concerning, shuriken's imbedded in the walls. Deep in the building was a massive cold area, a anomaly to be investigated.

Unlocking the door only released a horrible stench, a wave of decay and death threatening his stomach. The walls covered in Cobalt-Blue blood. The signature blood of the T'au, worse the bodies were missing.

Exploring deeper in the building towards the anomaly they arrive outside a room, the door covered in frost. Unlocking the door the reason for the cold was apparent. Banks of Cryopods lay inside. In the center a Aun trapped in Ice. Working quickly they managed to unlock the Cryopod and all the others.

But something far creepier laid inside the other Cyropods, Sha'He, abominations crafted from the flesh of T'au and given life though sorcery.

Retreating quickly with Lhas heavy gun drone providing suppressing fire, they retreated to the Armory, when with the information the Aun provided they'll find the Iridium and the safest place to make their stand against the abominations creators, the Drukhari.

Entering quickly he rushes up the building to take command of the Railgun. A weapon capable of hurting the Raider the Drukhari were riding upon. With a thunder crack he cripples the raider in a single shot, the smoking wreck crashing into the ground. Switching to a submunition round he proceeds to help stem the tide.

With the horde beaten back with the support of the Kroot, it was time to retreat before more raiders showed up. Finding a unpowered Devilfish in the garage he heads out to search the city for a power core.

Going with Squad leader Ca'Sho to the local reactor room, they manage to aquire a power cell, without condemning the surrounding area to the power of a atomic. Power cell in hand and with Ca'Sho doing the heavy lifting on account of his Warden Powersuit, they managed to recharge the Devilfish.

Arriving at the Armory he meets another Gue'vesa, a Sha'he. Another fellow human, once frozen, now back in the land of the living. Loading the Devilfish with the Iridum a alert sounds. The Kroot have spotting hordes of mutated T'au, swarming over the farmlands and approaching the city. Adding the Aun to the cargo, Toren guns the engines towards the ship before quickly unloading the crates and the Aun to race back towards the squad for evac. Arriving back at the armory as the swarms close. The docked gun drones and the rail gun attempting the slow the horde to no avail. Gathering the survives, and 1 frozen Kroot Biik'ovir they retreat back to the ship.

Parking the Devilfish neatly in the cargo bay. They make their escape off the world.

Envoy to the Mechanicus
Returning back to T'au system of Ko'Vash for resupply before being thrust into the next mission. A rather simple and straightforward escort mission. Escorting Por'Vre Xuin'Xuma or Crosshare in low gothic, to the system of Monolith. A nearby space hulk named Herald of Retribution by the Gue'la. A Emissary was to be sent and a deal to be struck with the inhabitants. It was believed that with the Imperium neglecting the needs of their colony the T'au Empire will swoop in and achieve a bloodless takeover. Estimated to take a few weeks, it was a simple mission. If it wasn't the fact the hulk was manned by the Adeptus Mechanicus and there was a string of disappearances.

Meeting the Por, Crosshare, was a enlightening experience. Certainty far more exciting then Ca'Sho's abrasive tone. Her bubbly attitude and hyper active speaking offered a more interesting contrast with the rest of the squad

Arriving at Herald of Retribution they are meet with a delegation representing the Reclamation effort. Lead by Eizen a seemingly human diplomat and 3-Epsilon, a Tech priest. Once situated in the Hulk and awaiting the results of the diplomatic meeting, he seeks out adventure. Encouraging Crosshare to do some exploring, and dragging his superiors along they head out deep into the unexplored areas of the hulk.

Exploring the hulk, they head towards a cargo bay, a point of interest on Crosshare's map. Leaving the safety of the Devilfish, they form up tether to each other for safety. Entering the room, boxes and crates lie covered in dust, spreading out they investigate the crates with Sha'he finding a ancient Grav-Hammer. Once a tool now a formidable weapon harnessing the power of Gravity. Suddenly throughout the room, tapping is heard, echoing though the walls and floors before suddenly a figure breaches though a nearby vent. Tattered deep red robes cover the figure, the telltale color of Martian red. Rushing at them headless of the danger, it was brought down with a hail of pulse fire.

Returning quickly back to the devilfish and dragging the body with them, they return back to the main hanger, safe and intact with a Tech Priest corpse. Toren goes to seek out 3-Epsilon with Va'na. Locating him quickly they bring him back to the corpse, with Mala and Ca'Sho bringing in Eizen. Discussing quickly they agreed to send in a strike team to investigate, but to first get some rest.

However rest was not to be forthcoming. The kroot discovered a Heretek sneaking about and recorders scattered around the hanger, listening in on the T'au. Sleeping on this information the furious Crosshare immediately approached both Eizen and 3-Epilon, demanding explanations. But it wasn't long before the Hereteks made their move. Sealing the hatches they pumped pure oxygen into the room, seeking to kill anyone inside. With the doors welded shut, it took the combined strength of the Va'na and Ca'Sho's suit to force open the door, leading to a vacuum. The rooms around them vented to the void, with the only way though was via the vents with the limited oxygen remaining. Suddenly with a Jerk Ca'Sho is pulled into the abyss.

Traveling though the vents, they hurried back to the Hanger, beating the limited oxygen. Before finally reaching the corridor leading to the main hangar. In front of them lies a group of Heretek hellbent on trapping the crew on this twisted hulk, but the greater threat lied behind. A Leviathan creature, with the corpse of Ca'Sho puppeteered with strings and approaching them.

Moving quickly they mow down the horde infront of them to make their way back to their ship. With the route opened the team rushed to the transport to get it off the accursed hulk.

With the hulk overrun and hulk evacuated it was time to take stock of the losses. 20 of the 25 Fio survived, 125 of the 1370 Gue'va survived, a terrible loss, only helped that some survived. Va'na swearing a oath to retake the hulk as long as she still lives.

With that Toren breaks away from the Squad, entrusted to help forge a life for the survivors and to assist with Crosshare.

Establishing a home
Working with Crosshare to help the Gue'la and especially the Tech Priests adjust to the T'au Empire took time. The loss of friends and families was the greatest burden. Working alongside the Water caste to help reintegrate them back into society and drawing on his own past and his own loss.

Working to establish a new station for the Tech priests, he helps maintain the duel traditions of the Tech Priests and the T'au Empire, acting as the mediator in most of the disputes. With the Gue'vesa established and the station turning into a true home, it was time for Toren to join his squad. With reluctance he gives his goodbye, there were a great many adventures to be had and he wasn't going to find them here.

Guns
A pair of Single Action Mercenary revolvers and a Model 48173 Lever Action Rifle

Cloak
The Smartest and Sassiest drone. Brought in to help offset Toren's less then stellar intellect by providing field technical support.

Dagger
WIP

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