Dark Mint Charming
Rank Four Guardman... essentially a human who has become 'fairly decent' at surviving and using a glorified flashlight. Take on one of the most psychically talented, elite-trained individuals of the elder race.
Yeah, seriously, wtf was he smoking? A whole party of at least seven rank 5 characters (including a Nascient Psycher Assassin and a Tech-Resurrected Arbities with a drill arm, oh yeah, and the NPC SPACE MARINE! who saved our asses at the last minute) needed to claw and scrape for our miserable lives, fate points being spent everywhere, to face a band of glorified, druggie space elf gangsters.
Do not fuck with eldar, they have far, far more experience at it.