omake about the Quartok, specifically Aryz's reaction to the whole Incursion thing.
Time Changes Everything
First Councilor Aryz found himself once again being forced to reconsider a strongly-held belief. In and of itself, this was hardly new. Through his over a millennium and a half of life, countless immutable truths had both faded away and come into being. He had long since resigned himself to the simple fact that nothing was truly immutable, and that some things simply seemed more so than others. He only wished that one of the most seemingly immutable was not that things would go wrong for the Quartok.
No, what he was reconsidering was his views on humanity. At first, he had thought their appearance was nothing more than a vile joke. That his people had survived all the Orks, the Warp, and bad luck could throw at them, only to be dealt a deathblow by the very group that had destroyed their homeland, once again after the Quartok had helped to kill their shared enemy, the Orks. He had been so angry about the cruelty of fate that he had thrown his very hatred of the Imperium and all that it stood for in their faces, almost daring them to finish the job their kind had started so long ago.
But they had not. Not only had they not immediately turned upon their tenuous allies once their common enemy was dead, but they had allowed them to live on their world. At first he had believed that they might have lacked the military might needed to finish his people off—after all, his people were a group of veterans of the highest order, and given what he knew of Garkill's proclivities the humans would have faced a strong invasion force. That or that the humans wished to use his people as pawns against the next threat, or for some other twisted reason. Humans did not need a reason for the deceptions or predations.
But they didn't. They went so far as to create buildings and defenses for the Quartok, rather than leaving them to face their brutal world alone and unprepared (and at this point he knew that that would likely have been a death sentence for most). True, they had required the Quartok submit to them in some ways, which he certainly did not approve of. And they could certainly turn on the Quartok and finish them off if they had so desired, but as he now knew they always could have.
In the mean time, he had used the access he had to the humans to gather more information about his enemy. So he learned. He learned of their history, the way their dreaded Imperium had been formed and operated. Their many enemies, surrounding them on all sides, each of which slowly chipping away at the Imperium. Their extensive lore of the Horror in the Warp, much of which concealed from all but the highest ranks, which had dedicated so much of its time and attention to breaking or twisting every effort humanity made to improve itself or the situation.
And from this, he learned that humanity itself held no love for the Imperium of old. That they had been just cogs in its ponderous mechanisms. That it was not truly a monolithic entity—that in many ways, they felt little more kinship to the portion of the Imperium that had destroyed his world than he felt for the other aliens that had attacked them before.
The Incursion, as the humans called it, was what finally drove it home to him. He and his forces knew well the threat of the Horror in the Warp, or at least they thought they did. They certainly knew well how to fight against it. But before the Incursion, they had had no real idea of the scope of that which they fought. The sheer presence, twisting their very thoughts and turning Quartok upon Quartok. And the endless numbers behind them—leader after leader rising up to replace that which he had killed. And the humans were more vulnerable than them to this menace.
But it was here that the sincerity of the humans was finally shown to him. Despite the overwhelming mental assault, few turned traitor. That their defenders, few though they were in this Quartok city, joined whole-heartedly in its defense, despite lacking true kin there. They were willing to risk their lives, their souls, for the Quartok, despite the millennia of anti-xeno rhetoric.
Of course he would not, could not, forgive humanity for the destruction of his homeworld. But he could neither forget that nothing was truly immutable. That perhaps this portion of humanity was sincere. That is was the Imperium of Man, not Man itself, that had been his true enemy. He would give these humans a real chance. It was the least he could do, given that they had given his entire race one when they had desperately needed it.