The battle in the void above the Nexus of Shadows had ended days ago, but still there were sparkles in the sky from the ship wreckage above that was slowing breaking up and falling toward the city below. Some of this flaming debris was massive, and could easily crush a man or damage a building, but most were small and reminded Obedhiaus Fyst of flaming snowflakes. The sky was burning, and the city was burning as well, but for the most part the majority of the large scale fighting between the Dark Eldar had stopped. Obedhiaus heard that many in the Kabal of the Splintered Talon cheered when after decades of seclusion, their Archon, Zaergarn Kul, took to the sky in his flagship, the Soul Reaver, to defend his city and punish the rival kabal that had come to take over. Obedhiaus did not see the battle, but from what he was told, the Soul Reaver took down many enemy ships but outnumbered, it could not stand up to the onslaught of its enemies and was destroyed.

With their leader dead, the Kabal of the Splintered Talon called for a cease fire with the enemy Kabal and a truce was brokered. Obedhiaus had heard that Dyrac Nyr was the new leader of the Kabal of the Splintered Talon, and to seal their new alliance, the two rival kabals have turned their attentions to destroying the slave uprising and all the Dark Eldar have rejoiced and embraced this diversion to continue the bloodshed. No non-Dark Eldar in the Nexus was safe, slave or not, as the Dark Eldar did not hold back. The uprising had been broken, of that Obedhiaus was sure, and there existed only scattered bands of slaves trying to fight futilely to the end, or seek refuge in the sub-levels of the Nexus where the Dark Eldar will be delighted at the prospect of sending hunting parties to finish them. There will be no mercy, only torture and death, at least until the Dark Eldar’s twisted thirsts were satisfied for the moment.

But Obedhiaus was a survivor. He didn’t intend to meet his death here in the streets stabbed by some random passing Dark Eldar blade or chased down and cornered like a pitiful urchin. He had talents, and he was valuable (in his own way) to the Dark Eldar- they knew that, at least some of them. After the uprising was beaten to the Dark Eldar’s satisfaction there will be rebuilding, a need for more slaves, and a need for someone to show them how to live in these deplorable conditions and what was expected of them. This was the role that Obedhiaus could provide, this was why he was important he thought as he began walking back toward the Shadowspine Pits.