Comprehensive History of the Sacarelic Dynasty

Presented below is a comprehensive history of the notorious Necron empire known as the Sacarelic Dynasty. This by no means, a complete historical account, as most Necron Dynasties are literally tens of thousands of years old.

Chapter 1: The Time Before Time
The trading empire of the sacarelic had for many years eluded the grasp of the Sautekh, lying too far out and being too well defended to be taken without expanding forcees away from hundreds of other fronts in and its other neighbouring dynasties. as they posed little of a threat to any of them, but thrived on selling their raw materials for repairs and services. But their fleets of trading ships, in addition to contacts across the necrontyr empire gave them access to great amounts of resources. The Sacarelica then proceeded to act as an outside force with their efficient fleet and allowing it to makes it way around what would be the ultramar segmentum. To secure recruits of soldiers to fight for their cause, bringing them great technology and cultures from across the galaxy though trade routes native to the Necrontyr making the Sacarelica a centre of exotic trades and hired guns that easily could find both work or rest in the streets of strange and otherworldly goods, trades and less radiant matters.

Many were willing to deflect to the Sacarelica’s ways of life and their fleet promised greater life quality than that of endless war in the name of their former rulers and lords.

The leader of the federation was the great Tyrranokh. Emerging only from stasis when he was Fate did in the end caught up with the Sacarelica as the agents of the Silent king; the Triarch praetorians had the fleet captured and its aspects seized yet the silent king saw the potential of a great fleet and would allow their ways to continue in the effort to unite his people.

Chapter 2: The War in Heaven Begins
Tyrranokh had seen his share of the world to know that this situation was it the best to give in. They could not win this battle.

He swore worlds allegiance to the Triarch, and thus in term the silent king.

Believing he was going to unite the necrontyr he knew that he could escape in the rebellion that certainly would come in the progress. Founding the Sacarelic Dynasty as the ancient codes demanded to lead such a force. Crowning himself Phaeron, making him a figurehead of the Dynasty. What he did not know was that the war against the Old ones had just begun, leaving Tyrranokh to regret his decision as he fought on the frontline for as long as the war lasted. The dynasty’s reputation had spread and many unwanted children and criminals cast away would find their way to the Sacarelic dynasty. Having the rough life of the Sacarelica to shape itself in the most vivid ways as the steady stream of unwilling recruits lead the mighty space fleet and brutal attacks. However, despite all the effort of their tacticians and Tyrranokh undying determination he simply could not outmatch the mysterious powers of the old ones.

A war like the universe never have seen before.

The old phaeron looked out on the dark night sky. The stars spoke to certain people amongst his race yet not him. Still, only few could escape the marvels of the boundless darkness and beauty of the cosmos. He had never been far from his home before knowing not the true intentions of the silent king…

He heard about the Old Ones... They were more ancient and more powerful than his imagination had allowed him to think. Their life spans so long they outlived generations of Necrontyr. To battle such a race is to challenge fate itself.

The claim of immortality, a thing they wished so dearly. Let alone his family. He might never see this being fulfilled… yet could his son. Or his new born granddaughter maybe… maybe they would live to see Immortality being theirs.

In his life he had seen people he loved and cared for slip away. Taken by the clam hands of death. Even several of his own children had been taken away leaving with his only son that despite his doubts had proven precariously on the edge of open war. War has seized the galaxy. Civil war. So maybe it was time to let the line of succession go on. Yet the greatest conflict being fought in his own mind. If the silent king was truly successful his people would unite…maybe, there was hope. He knew too little of the old ones... He wished he had more time yet time was off the essence. Soon the silent king had all necrontyr uniting… Could he escape the hold of the silent king? The war itself was would be chaotic. Maybe he could gain from it at least... He would never know how wrong he was. The trading empire of the Sacarelic had carried itself for many years by now. From back then shackles of yet another lord bound his hands. It had been so long. A lifetime. Soon his son would have to take his place. If the war did not claim him, then time would. His body ached and the signs of age was visible to anyone. His frail body notwithstanding eternity. He would fight these enemies and problems to the end. His mind transcending the bounds of mortality.

Till all are gone.

--- Tyrranokh was a servant, an overseer before he became the leader he was to be known as. His mind was greater than most necrontyr and he balanced 20 different sets of people on one world. distributing the ressources he had to the best he could. Yet while he was a peaceful ruler and a great political leader alas he was no warrior.

The founder of the foundations, Allowed the refugees of Kulateh to produce their strange foods and fish that they had brought with them in the planetary oceans. Their mastery of these things allowed them to increase the population. The Decontia that had tended to the stars routes around them settled on the sacarelica by the request of Tyrranokh himself. Their contacts opened up greater riches for the small trading world.

The Granetkh was formed of those that were gifted with the skill of crafting as the molten world held easy access to raw materials that could be rebuild. Creating great tools. These would hold the foundations of further foundations: The Maganek, the watchers, the Krome the first actual united military. The geenakar, Santokh, Cakths, onukath and nyth. Seeing his son oversee public matters. Finishing the Resakat foundations organisation before retiring.

Yet while he fathered many children only one managed to make it to adulthood unscaved, and rumor also had it that said son was the reason for his brothers demise. Given to him by the mad seer, Mayneth that he took for a life partner, she was regarded as a ill omen but it would seem she had proven the key to his success as she thought was said that though strange visions and dreams to tell the future in great detail.

Some attribute it to Astromancy but truth is far more simple. She had a great network of servants, said to know everything worth knowing. They would become the Mayneth foundation later on. As a great a leader Tyrranokh was, an even greater social manipulator were she. It was she that though her broken mind saw glimpses of truth uncorrupted by such things as selfish motives, and instead followed the implications of what she saw. She would gain a reputation for being fair as her commands were rarely obviously biased for one faction as she too helped her husband to balance all. Her servants being such an integrated part of the dynasty that they were key to deliver messengers and act as ambassadors.

Upon her death Tyrranokh retreated from the throne and lead his dynasty from shadows though his son. His great political mind lost to age and the manifestations of dementia and weak bones took the last of him. it was said that he perished shortly after the biotransference as his mind broke, being a soulless mindless machine. he was considered dead by all but in spirit. Yet something deep inside the sacarelica stirs. It is said that he and Mayneth still watches though the Sacarelica their wills unting into very world itself.

It is costum for the partner of the phaeron to assume the role guardian to guide the phaeron. Zeetheranok was never married and it would remain so. Instead the title falls reluctantly to his most loyal servant Barthok.

Chapter 3: The Chains of Gods
The Coming of the C’tan after the war in heaven had begun its bloody events and it had already taken many lives to put effort into a war they could not win. As the C’tan came to the Necrons with their ancient knowledge and promises of immortality that the Necrontyr had so long craved.

As the sacarelican fleet was crippled and their surviving warriors were broken by the swift assaults of the old ones. The C’tan, at their height of their already limitless powers allowed the Sacarelica being rebuilt into one of many planet sized weapons that would be a mighty tool in the war against the Old ones.

Symbolically uniting the Necrontyr.

The Old One had tried to wipe out the Sacarelica, yet they did not know that the deep sub teran tombs the survivors hid, or they had not cared, they had instead disarmed the planet, and simply moved on after crippling the assault forces leaving them isolated. The C’tan knew this and had the necrontyr build the prototyped bio forges here. The results were implemented as a testing ground for the future transference as the outcasts of the world were in a position that nobody would cry tears of regret, and with plenty of experiments, and but a few would shed tears of joy. Nobody would know due to its Isolation.

Their experiments were successful as the original command protocols were tested out on the Sacarelican necrons. Now stripped of their flesh and soul the first Immortals of the Sacarelica saw great prosperity in their world in the short time that were the Time of gods. Soon they resumed their front line war with the old ones but this was with the C’tan at their side, but this time they would win. The war was long and painful. And Tyrranok was left mindless shortly after his transference he would see ultimate his demise in the battle agianst the star gods banishment. Along with his only son, Ceealhnok that should have succeeded him, he did how ever perished in an assault upon the C’tan’s greatest enemies the primitive warp cannons and distort weapons, leaving his youngest son; Zeetheranok to rule the dynasty despite his oldest daughter was well prepared to take the mantle of leadership, he saw it more fitting that his son was put in the seat of power. Leaving it a last wish in his will, if not simply to spite her. The rebellion of of the Silent King had the Sacarelicans fight on the frontline against the gods of their own. It would seem that the Sacarelican Necrons yet again was doomed. Yet one amongst them took up a weapon that reality itself could not resist. Amongst the many things that the Silent king had prepared for the war.

A supernova captured inside an Orb, trapped in a time loop allowing the amazing power of the universe's strongest forces being released in small doses was what dealt the deathblow the most terrible of the C'tan remaining.

Aza'gorod the Nightbringer.

The Orb was said to had been destroyed in the progress, yet its exact location is unknown and many speculate that it was not destroyed and the Sacarelica holds one of these mighty artifacts.

Tyrraknokh, Ceealhnok, Zeetheranok

Chapter 4: The Long Sleep
Many small worlds were claimed in the war and the Sacarelica being a dangerous place as a rebellion was barely cut down. The world engine could be repaired by the Canoptek servants. while it hid in the void, safe for the younger races. Zeetheranok would begin his campaign of extermination towards the eldar, and was forced to set down his base of operation on a world on the edge of what would be eldar empire.

And there he slept. Hiding another relic of a past time as the Silent king destroyed his command protocols over the Necrons. Zeetheranok’s heritage, his crown holding one of the original command protocols engraved inside. Left safe on a dead world.

In dreams Zeetheranok sensed how the galaxy changes. Every light of the necron tombs, each time one were snuffed out by the Eldar. Terrible events of his past flashing in traumatic nightmares of horrors reserved for those that has seen more than just a single lifetime worth of unspeakable deeds, that was the exterminators duties.

The execution and destruction of countless races, the countless death, faceless and anonym in their billions upon billions. Still, deep inside Zeetheranok these forces would have eroded away his sanity had some will of his Grandfather and father along sticked with him to keep him from falling into the abyss he had felt so many others did.

Chapter 5: Awakening to The Ashes of an Empire
Zeetheranok awaken to the celestial event apparently disturbed the planets orbit around its star. The systems on the tomb world is damaged, leaving the sleepers unable to scan the surface but not one to spend much time wondering he investigates himself. Quickly noticing that he no longer hears the Silent king's presence inside his head, wondering about his demise, had he gone? More important matters are at hand as he rises to the surface.

The red giant that used to be this planet's sun is one with the other stars but a several light years big Impairment in the material universe overshadows any sun nearby. Unknown to him his planet apparently were on the rim of the Eldar empire and the he now saw with his own optics that he has overslept himself. The colours out of this reality's spectrum and the maddening energies would sunder any mortal, and there it was, taunting him with its immense unreal majesty. The eye of terror glared at him.

What did this?

Thoughts rushes through his mind but one question keeps nagging at him; what happened? As he finally has computed the data he has received he settles and finds that the planet had been populated, it was a dead world as he had it while sleeping. The planet has proven an Eldar colony and Zeetheranok connects the dots from the frozen sculptures that fills the streets, Eldar shapes frozen in terror and pain, their icy features telling a story of the planet lost its orbit and temperatures dropped below zero in a matter of minutes. Leaving the planet, a dead world just as he would have it.

His mind and subconscious determinate that he will finish what his family has been fighting for their entire life. To secure the galaxy and let no other race stand in his way. And finish it for sure, All life would have to be torched all life that feed the warp so that it could threaten his world. All this is the result of life and all that it is. He know that all this would take too much of his mind and came to a conclusion that would allow him to focus:

The Aeldari.

They drove him from their just place in the galaxy’s rulers, they have had their time, and they have imploded in on themselves. And most importantly he still blamed them for the disappearance of his father, and now they have in some ritual of unforetold magnitude torn a cosmic hole in the fabric of reality, they would have to regret all they have done, that Zeetheranok swore. As the planet in its state offers no resistance as the undead legions reemerges from their tombs. And the Eldar ice cities are destroyed.

The webway portals are easily located as the hordes of frozen statues intensifies the closer they get to them as if they knew what was gonna happen, and panic had the best of them. The planet is yet again a tomb world. But a useless one, now it is flung across the void. The outcome would not be advantageous for Necrons.

The Lady Ken’tarka that had joined Zeetheranok aboard the world raises the cities to the sky and takes off for checking up on the other Necron tomb worlds, as contact cannot be made.

Chapter 6: The Small Things Inside
I write to you again. My brother. An ancient enemy has returned. But I fear that we cannot recover our empire. The return of these comes first. As it is my duty I will seek the destruction of this threat for us to rebuild.

Last message received from the Star Striker corsair fleet.

Zeetheranok locates the primitive world where one of Ken’tarka’s relatives should be slumbering yet find the planet changed as the 60 million years has let the planet’s surface changed and a long search starts. As Kentraka’s searches for the tomb Zeetheranok takes his time scouting the planet on his own.

He comes across fields of plant life not originated on this planet, and finds intelligent creatures harvesting it, single small cities and towns. Yet some are far too big and technologically advanced for it to be built by them in this state.

The study of their body structure disprove they are not in any way related to Eldar. After having them analyzed he would find their bodies unrelated at all far too primitive. Disproving that they were simply a degraded spawn of the old ones...

Humans, they call themselves. Zeetheranok halts the extermination of the humans to locate the tomb so that the legions of this planet can do it for him.

As time goes Ken’tarka locates the tomb and re-discover ancient weapons of the Galikh made back under the war in heaven. She requests the right of the primitives native to this planet to test her experiments as their neural system are advanced enough to be subjects, Zeetheranok finds her intentions interesting and allows her to perform it.

Seeking out the leaders of the largest cities and present a gift to the humans, with Kentraka’s new experiments, they find disbelief amongst the mortals are rich but the moment Zeetheranok marches in their resistance become less vocal. Mindshackle scarabs makes puppet of the leaders and the “cure” is injected into the administration and true enough all their sufferings come to an end. All while still alive and breathing. Convinced that they are here to assist them. The said miracle cure is given to everyone in the cities, But a month later then things begin to go sideways as giant voidships descent from the sky.

The Great crusade has reached the planet and as the human legions invaded the city they find the human civilians unnaturally thin, mentally absent and their cities smelling like a thousand graves. Yet the humans seems alive and breathing.

Yet the suspicion is confirmed as the imperial psykers would consider the planet psychically inactive despite the plentiful population, and though examination they find that all humans has been converted from the inside as their guts and inners has been mysteriously shut off. yet most mysterious are that most if not all of their bones has been ongoing a strange transformation as they would seem metallic. Concluding this to be unacceptable to be human beings mercy is all that is left for them.

The human hybrids are being slaughtered and their lifeless corpses fills the street, spasmes in refusal to die. But then the Necrons arrive to defend their investments from these new invaders, a huge shield line is formed by the legion of Arch guardians, to defend the newly created necrons from the wrath of the war machines of the imperium's force at its greatest. The tomb world had awakened to defend itself and the Necron city hiding on in the shadow of the moon assaults the human fleet, yet more ships come out of the warp and soon the forces push back the tomb city, allowing the Necron ground forces to be subject to orbital bombardment. They do not last long and soon another legion makes landfall and wipe the rest of the tomb world off the face of the planet. As the last Necrons phases out the experiment has proved a success. In time the newly created necron warriors will have their systems fully integrated. The necron necropolis is devastated and is forced into hiding in the void where nothing can detect it. Always the scientist the loss of the tomb meant little to Ken’traka as she had salvaged all of the tombs treasured experiments and artifacts long before the human fleet even had arrived. Yet despite her cold intentions, she understands the grave nature of this loss. This is not gonna be a simple re awakening as they thought.

Zeetheranok understands not at the time the span of the Human’s destiny, but he knows that these humans are far more plentiful that the Eldar at this point and directs his attention on saving other Necrons from this new threat, and hoping this enemy would be banished by the reunion of the re emerging necrons.

Chapter 7: The Call of Home
Atop the command halls Zeetheranok gazed out on the city that now was his vessel in the new darkness. the stars are different and navigating the galaxy is still not the same. Stars has drifted differently than anticipated. Some gone supernova leaving the preprepared charts of little help.

This new galaxy is alien to him on a fundamental level. He is not aware entirely. His mind still only bordering on consciousness. Retracted into the deeps of his own android core. The protocols and overlaying web of protocols being the activity that drives his body. Yet hints of his personality has surfaced. Like a sunken ship from the deeps of a bottomless ocean it slowly drifts downwards. wreckage seeking the surface world.

Yet the universe is uncaring, the universe does see the tragedy of what happens. To assign the universe sentience is act of putting blame where none is to blame. For in that moment a memory draws to the surface.

The home he knew.

It calls to him in the way a tired man embraces the bliss of rest. It draws more with it. The memories flood back to awareness. The personality that once were, breach the cold waters into the light of sentience. The abyss below gives a last call and claims the rotten remains of the mind rusted by sleep. yet all that is only the shell. This shell shredded the mind finally free.

Zeetheranok walk across the command halls of the city overlooking the Void city's process. His mind had not been entirely his own. And consciousness is still only coming to him in short bursts over long periods. His mind still awakening the integrated protocol and purpose being the only thing keeping him from the abyss of mindlessness.

The crown on his head springs back to life.

It snaps back. All that has passed comes back to him rearranges itself. Memories older than time. His identity reforms inside his mind. The Crown holding more than just the remains of a command protocol. He rises and looks at the void. His mind extends to the necrons in his service. He feel the wounds time has wrought on him and his subjects. Their awakening is still due. Much is left to be considered. This new human threat. The role of the Dynasties. Is he the last of his kind.

His own kind...

He remember his homeworld. The memory that reawoke him. The world on which he was born and raised on. But nostalgia is replaced by the immediate need to destroy the Aeldari. And in term the Humans that now threaten the Necron supremacy.

The legions... he needs the Sacarelic foundations united should he ever fulfill his purpose, They are his to command. The crown on his head tells him. And to do so he would have to find it. For it calls to him in a way he never thought.

In his search Zeetheanok remembers more the memories leads to more, his vast mind slowly reawakeing to access the situation, The Sacarelica and knows he needs to find it again, Ken’traka is left to her studies and assist any tomb worlds that would awake in her proximity ordering her to stay out of trouble until that Zeetheranok can reach her again. Taking off to one of the few ships there are left they rush off to the Ultima segmentum where all calculations should show it to be.

The tall pylons, the black obsidian streets and the gentle flows of radioactive green rivers powering the entire world. How he used to walk amongst his people. He remembers it all. He was born and raised in this place the only place in this galaxy where he truly ever have felt home. Even in his nightmares he would find himself safe within the familiar walls and black stones.

A home for all that would call it so. yet question being… is it still out there?

Zeetheranok reflect on this shortly before realizing that time has changed so much more than the war ever could. Star maps are updated and Inertialess travel is dangerous still. New life forms has been developing in the dark of space. He would need a permanent base should he ever fulfill his goal of cleansing the galaxies newly threat of life.

He looked on as the human imperium claimed the stars and cleansed the aliens from there. They will have to go.

Chapter 8: The Canoptek Lord
Zeetheranok takes off for himself, leaving Ken’traka to see to her damaged armada. Taking only a small part of the city he hopes to act as a representative to warn his people and seek help. Yet he finds that the re-awakening are far from as united as he had believed. Many worlds are still asleep and best left undisturbed as their exact location is unknown and what the Aldari in all this time can not unearth is not gonna be found by any living soul, any time soon.

Yet a single world captures his attention, one belonging to an Necron lord. The dormant necron tomb world has been subject to human investigation, some kind of distress signal had lured the primitives to them, the overlord investigates finding the Aeldari, manipulating the new human forces to this tomb world with signatures mimicking that of a distress call.

Zeetheranok leads an assault towards the eldar corsairs though disembarking at great speeds and rams the eldar flagship at point blank range. Caught off guard the eldar react but it is too late as the humans they lured here are made aware of the eldar fleet and proves hostile towards them, seeking to blasting them out of the void. The bulk of the ships escapes yet the disabled ship Zeetheranok is aboard is destroyed. And his forces makes short progress of the survivors, that were not able to escape.

Entering Orbit with the wraithbone debris as a cover he uses his pre gained knowledge to tune in on the human communication. With his study of gothic he learns that a human task force has been sent down to deal with an incident. Involving what could be the local tomb world Zeetheranok prepares to dispatch a search team to go down and destroy the invaders.

He had no time to plot out a plan of counter assault as the planet’s surface had become molten and erupted into cosmic fire. Soon after the planet explodes, and the human fleet is caught in the shower of molten rock that follows. Zeetheranok part of the city is swung out of orbit and after recovering from his unplanned detour he starts searching, After a few months, he locates what remains of the tomb, not much but a few canoptek critters and a single Overlord.

There might be hope however. His people immortality is true as their essence will be send to the nearest tomb world for repairs. But the Lord proves unwilling to phase out. let alone being repaired.

Zeetheranok unknowingly to himself overrides his repair protocols and uses the Canopteks from his tomb to patch up his body and brings him to the Ken’traka’s city. At his return he recovers but his silver frame has suffered permanent damage and so has his mind. Patching him up Zeetheranok allows him control over his own scarabs then he refuses to communicate with everyone else.

He calls himself Delektor... he gains the title of Canoptek lord. He has sworn his allegiance to Zeetheranok for saving him. Never stopping anyone willing to swear their loyalty to him, Zeetheranok accept him into the Sacarelic dynasty and learns through his new insight that his family also slept aboard the planet… and they were never recovered. And if they phased out they could be anywhere in the galaxy.

Chapter 9: The Search Begins
Ancient markers across the galaxy made by Necron design was made to observe the passing of stars and relay vital information back to all the tomb worlds around it. The Eldar had a great amount destroyed before realising that they could also be used for their own good. These beacons had often been located on decoy worlds acting as if a Tomb World was to planning something big, to buy the necrons more time to prepare for the Great sleep.

Yet tracking down the world proves harder than believed, The Sacarelica has drifted off course and there is no telling where he will find it. Yet hope remains, as Delektor explains about how the markers record everything, more than finding the Sacarelic dynasty worlds, they could maybe know. no telling how many monoliths were left on planets and a painful search begins.

The Horus heresy rages leaving the human empire vulnerable yet without the force to seize the galaxy Zeetheranok is powerless but to watch. Over 2000 years pass in the search. and no results are yet to be found, in the progress Ken’traka Delektor and Zeetheranok unites to cripple a Craftworld, that is left drifting towards the nearest star but instead is found up by traitor marines that without hesitation finishes the job.

Chapter 10: Psycho Analysis
Dalverkhet awoke in his tomb as some strange creatures had found their way into the tomb that had kept him safe for the last 60 million cycles. The snake tailed cryptek emerged from his sarcophagus and checked the status of the tomb.

“Intruder classified: korks?”

His mind was perfectly preserved. Being a psychomancer had its advantages. He with some dread predicted that the hastily constructed stasis fields would not nullify all the activity of the subconscious systems that runs the Necron minds that could decay their essence, leaving them at the mercy of entropy of cycles uncountable. He understood that but at the time that he had his hypnosis ready the most of the Necron nobillity was already locked inside their tombs. He had safeguarded witt the Sacarelic dynasty from the clutches of madness Yet lords will waste their time with oversized weapons and combat strategies, what people really needed was to understand one another. Understanding is key to all creatures has a reaction when something happens and these reactions are all rooted in fundamentals principles that said creature's mind only will allow to act.

The cryptek assessed the situation, and found these creatures of flesh and blood.

Determinisme kicked in.

His wraith form watched the green horde fight the silver legions. The Local lord shut off the tomb, Isolating the tomb from the world outside and would simply outlive the orks behind closed doors. Yet the orks would not die no matter how much time passed and Dalverkhet’s experiments grew more and more curious. A dusin ork vivisections told much of their biology.

Psychological this is no Krok. nor mentally. Its brain is far less developed, a result of an horde environment as the chances of success are more likely when there is more. It’s biological matter, unoriginal yet hardly as underdeveloped as their minds. Muscular tissue proves surprisingly greater than anything previously encountered for this type of autonomy.

So much more to learn. 60 million years of life to tinker with, so many new things to be learned. His studies successfully maps great sections of the Ork psychology and physical body work. As the local lord fails time and time again to purge the orks, as Dalverkhet takes his own Experiments to the field, allowing the orks to modify them with Necrodermis that does not phase back to the repair bay. Soon the orks has surrounded himself with the living material and finds them depended on it even more than the metal they had with them. And when the time is right and there is no more to learn Dalverkhet releases his trap and the orks are caught by their own greedy green fingers as the metal stops acting and springs to terrible life and along with the Necrons pressing on the orks are left with but their bare hands to fight. Emerging with untold knowledge of the Ork mind, Daver finds him and his world covered in orks.

Daver’s experiments continue until the orks would fear the planet with all of their being. Spore mutations ravages, ranging from different shades of green, Entire clans of mek boys as genetical data is opened up without the waaagh field to sustain it. Building foolish constructions that fall apart.

The orks are destroyed as their weapons grew ever bigger and ever more daring in their stupidity they never would understand. As radioactive green replaces the small tribes the Necrons finally emerges. Dalverkhet cannot wait. An entire galaxy filled with creatures so uncaring and so monstrous.

This would be the greatest of times for Psychoanalysis.

Chapter 11: The Echoes of Empires
As Zeetheranok finds that the Sacarelica is not where it should be he begins a desperate search for every beacon that could tell him where his long lost home was. Zeetheranok and Ken thraka receive Dalverkhet’s message and links the 2 worlds together with their dolmen gates.

Planning their search patterns. Daverkhet would infiltrate human observations and alike to find any clue. Knowing Dalverkhet he would have his experiments continue on a light scale as he observed the humans first hand. The gothic towers easily allow for him to fly and lurk undetected.

Ken’traka will locate herself on the planned route of the Sacarelica should it be where it should be. Each with their new purpose they take off. Delektor goes for the path where it could have been and where it could be.

The human imperium is in decline, and Zeetheranok remember his real title. Among some necrons few were tasked with fighting against the creatures that the Old ones raised into this world to fight the Necrons, a special mission made from the Silent king. Realizing the terrible powers of the warp, he devised a plan to exterminate all the races that the old ones fostered.

The Great exterminators, they had weapons that made sure that planets became sterile rocks and those that lived on it dust that not even the wind could stir to life.

Zeetheranok was one of these, The eldar and the Kroks were amongst the ones that had survived this long. He was one of many, yet those that he once stood by his side had either forgotten their title or were yet hostage of the great sleep. The brotherhood was dissolved leaving Zeetheranok the last that carried the title of Exterminators, for now.

Thus accepting himself as the last of The Great Exterminators. He had seen the death of Imperiums, all species that had sprung up had failed. He knew that everything has an end.

And this human empire was gonna fall.

Chapter 12: The Elder Signs
Zeetheranok and Delektor descents onto a jungle planet and split up to widen their search pattern but they are interrupted as an Eldar warhost emerges from Webway to stop him. He later learns that this is a Eldar exodite world. Waist deep in trouble but unable and unwilling to retreat, he learns that the Eldar’s legends remember him as “The fire that leaves no ashes” A title that Zeetheranok does not take kindly on. Ironically the Phoenix lord of the fire dragon aspects: “Fuegan - the burning lance” himself emerges from the webway and joins the hunt.

“To fight the fire with fire”.

Zeetheranok would have been no less surprised if there was a Eldar with a warp powered water gun had jumped out at him… deep inside he might have expected it, yet Fuegan proves himself worth. Zeetheranok manages to take out the Phoenix lord and realizes that his place and armor is taken from another eldar, unable to get another try at the Phoenix lord's life the necrons are forced back.

Outnumbered and outmatched Zeetheranok has no choice but watch as his forces phase out trying to hold back the Eldar leaving him to defend the beacon on his own. He soon learns that Fuegan knowns of the beacon and seeks to destroy it.

Zeetheranok is not impressed and reaches the beacon only to find himself ambushed by the remaining warhost. The beacon is lost.

Deceived and mighty displeased the overlord calls to allies. His Necrodermis withstand the onslaught of the Fire dragons. Forged on a Lava world their fire proves not as efficient as they should and he goes in close combat with the Phoenix lord again. and a glimmer of hope for the Necron overlord sparks to life, before being suffocated in a sea of flesh and wraithbone blades as the aspect warriors joins the fight Zeetheranok defeat is sealed. glowing from the relentless fire and twisted as the Phoenix lord finally form a firing line at the disabled Necron to send him off.

Zeetheranok swears his revenge with his last words before he melts into a puddle of silver Necrodermis. refusing to give up, the formless molten mass battles on as thousands of shurikens rain down onto the necron corpse undying and dying. The Eldari finds that a storm is coming. the lush jungles are swarmed by scarabs As tidal wave of multi legged metal creatures swallows the Aeldari they are forced to flee before being eaten alive, after a few days the entire planet is cleaned clean of life and the scarabs settles down. Zeetheranok had risen again and finds Delektor being the architect of this untimely rescue.

Displeased that the beacon was destroyed Zeetheranok turns his attention to salvaging the rest of the planet and doubt that he will ever see his home again. Delektor reports that the beacon was not needed. Dalverkhet has already located The Sacarelica. and already had gone there.

Some Human at the station: Port Maw had spotted a giant shadow against the night sky and had send the fleet to investigate, as they opened fire upon it they realize that the shadow was no single ship as the torpedoes simply kept going… On impact they barely were nothing more but dots akin to the most dim night stars. If the shadow were of no regular ship it simply had to be immense… the size of a planet. or… larger.

Daver had spent great amounts of time in doing his research yet had not been expected to find anything. Daver has not left his cooperation with the mysterious Tel’lokker to be known.

Unable to complain. They take off for the Sacarelica.

Chapter 13: Home at last
The ancient war world had withstood the time despite the scars of the torpedoes the warmachine, shaped by the hands of old gods as the universe may never have seen before as the Necrons finally come aboard, Zeetheranok is drawn to check on his sister. It was something he could not get Ken’traka to understand. Why Zeetheranok had let himself be removed from his own home world and instead letting his Sister sleep on his world instead of him. Zeetheranok had not tried to explain, but found no need to elaborate why he let her sleep there. For he did not know himself. At the time it had seemed the most logical decision.

She should have stayed banished. she had said.

Ken’traka had never liked Akane’lea. She fought in the rebellion on Zeetheranok’s side and had voted for her termination. And had seen it done herself had Zeetheranok not interfered. But Zeetheranok could not let go of his last real family, he had none else. Ken’traka on the other hand was fostered without her parents and forced to do her studies in Isolation.

She would never understand. Zeetheranok knew that. Allowing Delektor to acquaint himself with this new worlds damage and kendraka to revive what of her legions she could. In her sector. If Akane’lea had survived the great sleep she would be first priority to secure. For despite she had been stripped of her rank, she might still have vengeful agendas.

Locating his sister's Sarcophagus Zeetheranok finds that she already has been awakened, without any idea of how long or why. Then Dalverkhet contacts him and call him to one of the Stasis crypts, Akaneleanok apparently had awoken at the impact of the human torpedoes and started to leech the Sacarelica’s powers to convert the Sacarelican armies to her command.The entire rebellion was made under the part of Zeetheranok’s coronation. It was her who started it.

Discovering too that the power reserves of the War engine was at a dangerous low, Zeetheranok rushes to the Stasis crypts to confront his sister. If the power level drops under a certain level it impossible to re energize it without the aid of nothing short of a stars power, that in ages past had been provided by the ctan..

Zeetheranoks crown contains the entire collection of necron command protocols and thus he will always have full control over his legions, but taking to understand let alone control such powers takes it times and for months Zeetheranok had sat motionless on his throne trying to get hold of his new powers. This was then Akaneleanok gathered all those under her and those that were willing to follow to opened up an all out civil war on the Sacarelica.

With the aid of many other lords and half of the Sacarelican conclave of Crypteks she almost succeeded had Zeetheranok not awoken and finally taken control. Now was the first time in 60 million years that they would meet again… and Zeetheranok knew that this was gonna be difficult.

Chapter 14: The Mad Sister
Akaneleanok was not mad. She had discarded her legs shortly after the disappearance of Ceealhnok, Her and his father. They would both have shown their griefed in their way. Zeetheranok had gone on his crusades with a vengeance against the many races spawned of the Old ones. Zeetheranok himself would not dare to wonder what other failed races like the Aeldari would rise up and destroy his beloved galaxy had he not erased them from existence. The kroks had evolved into the orks that were more numerous yet lacking a certain intelligence that the Kroks at least had. The Aeldari could not even finish off the kroks.

Akaneleanok had acted differently. Instead she had enclosed herself in her quarters and refused to talk to anyone, for the longest time. When she finally emerged she did so to only have her legs exchanged for a anti gravity platform, that is so familiar to that of a destroyer.

She was not mad. She was ill tempered and then she would find herself outmatched or when something was out of her hands the level of anger was multiplied to the point of a single wrong look could provoke a hostile response. Many considered her mad but Zeetheranok that had known her the closest. He knew she was just far too ill easily angered for her own good.

A trait that had served her well in her training as she turned it from mindless rage into unbreakable determination. But when Ceealhnook, her father had vanished something had clicked for her, before she could be subdued by reason and words but time had only bitterness to sour the memories and She had become one of the most skilled warriors in the Dynasty. Now only matched only by himself and Dunkel. Both warriors of great dexterity and skill. And her slow footwork in her days was made up for with the destroyer platform

When Zeetheranok finally reached her she had been converting the legions into Necron destroyers. A moment of awkward silence followers before the last of the royal line stands face to face. Brother and sister. Both heirs yet now without any other to tell them wrong or right. both with goals that would tear them apart.

At the bridge over the gigantic rivers of radioactive green substance they meet.

Akane’lea greets her brother with a barrage of Destroyer fire, ignoring every attempt at getting through to her, Zeetheranok would have to stop her manually, by beating some sense into her. He makes his way across the bridge to get to her. Yet she decides on that the a family reunion is yet too soon and, she orders her newly assigned forces to bring down the bridge. with Zeetheranok on it.

And so is it done as he falls to the rivers that carries him by the stream in the thick radioactive goo. Later after he has saved himself from the substance he is contacted by Daver that says that an old friend wants to meet with him… and Dalverkhet goes to secure a device from his old laboratories, Zeetheranok takes off to meet that old friend, for there can only be one which he speaks off. A cryptek that also doubled as his best friend before the sleep and his servant. A friend that made a promise.

Chapter 15: The Chronomancer
Barthok, the servant of the Sacarelica. Taken in as a housemaid for the Sacarelica before her Cryptek abilities were discovered. she had avoided the attention as she had fleet to the Sacarelica in order to start a new. Her past was of that of tragedy, her father, a renowned cryptek and chronomancer himself had discarded his foundedness of her as he had disagreed with her one too many times, refusing to back into line, the cryptek had acted in such a way that staying was not an option and Bar thok sought to escape before her father could banish her to some eldritch plane without time and her only companion in her eternal existence would be emptiness.

Good will had run out and she had made her escape as the Sacarelican fleet passed by. Fitted in with the newcomers she was taken in by the Derakus foundation, that handled the newcomers and her well spoken manners and kindness earned her a place in the royal palace where she was discovered as a intelligent and skilful cryptek by the conclave of crypteks. Her mastery of time was limited yet enough to be useful. And her potential monstrous. The Sacarelica had never had a real chronomancer before, she took a liking to her new place amongst the conclave. Instead of boundless ambitions of her father's training she was appreciated for the part she could share.

Assigned to Zeetheranok, as a helper she had made a friendship that was rooted in unshakeable trust. As the great sleep came she argued against sleeping on another world but she had been given an order. And should the ones that had sought to take Zeetheranok’s place wake before him she would be in greater danger, than ever. as she was his most loyal servant. When she awoke from the great sleep she awoke when the night sky was black and the death of the universe was coming. She had outlived the entire galaxy, maybe even the universe itself. The realization would have driven the weak minded to madness and cosmic emptiness coming crashing down on them. Yet Chronomancers has strong relationships to time, and they all have the knowledge of the flow of time. She had all the time of universe to improve her craft now, this could be perfect. As cycles unremembered passed, she had mastered all that she could have hoped for.

Andromeda had collided with the galaxy as we knew it. Yet she felt a certain loneliness. The sleep for one novemdecillion cycles or more….

She had known the end of times had long passed and the time after time was now. Yet… her father had hinted at tricks far more Illogical than that. She could figure out what he had done back then and travel back in time. To see it pass. She wished this and for all she had learned she now held power that few others could dream off… Yet, it was a one way trip… would she like what she found, many of the accounts speak of great devastation. she did not know… yet as time passed she could not let her mind off the promise she had made Zcee nook. And then… she was gone.

Chapter 16: Power of The Stars
Zeetheranok would find Barthok emerge from a dolmen gate directly aboard the Sacarelica. Draining even more of the precious powers that was running out. A short reunion is heldt as the Cryptek was brought up to date with the vital information. Focusing on reactivating the main generators. The entire sacarelica might be lost if all power is drained and nothing remains to kick the emergency power into gear. For the huge engine was able to deliver the power of a star. A task that would make it take further time before Zeetheranok could hope to start on his ancient goal.

The huge war engine was drained of its primary power as huge storages of energy would be easy to detected by the eldar and would for sure had given away the position of the Sacarelica to the newly arisen eldar empire in its time and though careful conclusions they would have it produce just enough to last the entire great sleep… Sadly they had not counted in the fact that reawakening and full mobilisation of the sacarelican legions. Most has been spent simply keeping the stasis fields active. yet as the human projectiles had collided with the Sacarelica, The one had awoken to be able to check on the situation. And apparently that was his sister. Stripped of her rank as she was banished she had been purged from the system just before Zeetheranok allowed her home and let her sleep aboard the Sacarelica, sadly… it had not helped her uneasy mind and her wrath would seem eternal. The power that might be left could maybe not kickstart the Sacarelica.

Barthok knew this. As they finally reached the primary core while Kentraka and Delektor pushed Akaneleanok forces back steal her focus and use her effort into the swarms of Scarabs and the already awakened legions of Kentraka.

Reaching the core they found the rivers of Ichor had begun lose their glow and the billion nano scarabs slowly began to power down. If that happens the stasis tombs would power down too and all of the Sacarelican legions was at the mercy of real entropy again. and would not survive for more but a 1000 years… then they might not find the spark of life ever again.

For even in metal, undead or soulless, they were still his people. and he would not let them suffer this fate. He had wowed that the day he was crowned as phaeron.

Barthok made small pockets of slip time that would act faster than their surroundings for transport and as they speeded through the desolate landscape they realised it might be too late. Unable to give up Zeetheranok reached the power controls and found it inactive

The World engine fell dark and energy has been drained… the remains would have not been enough. Afterwards Barthok would conclude that ever since Akane had awoken the engine had been doomed. Akaneleanok would not be have able to restart it. Zeetheranok was not impressed. He tried to come up with a plan but then Bar thok started to loosen up some of her memory:

The Nova orb. The relic locked away from the Death of the nightbringer. It had survived but only through close management of stasis fields and the crypteks final rites, and she was amongst them

The orb was locked in one of the Vaults, She knew it… but with very little hint of where but the stellar galleries. The most protected place in the Royal palace of the Sacarelica. where all the relics acquired or made had been stored. The most powerful were stored in there. Yet many of them had also been spread out for avoiding all the power to fall into the hands of the awakening necrons that through hypnosis would not be able to control such powers.

That would be the only place they could hope for. Or else the entire world was a lifeless hunk of metal. until it would drift into a star. or worse.

Chapter 17: Return to Power
Zeetheranok and Barthok rushed to the Galleries. Seeing Akaneleanok’s failed attempt at breaching the defences. She had maybe had the same idea? or had she just wanted the power for herself? No point in asking her now. The pair reached the giant gates and the Canopteks slowly began to gather as if they had prepared for battle. Yet they recognised, Zeetheranok. Phaeron of the Sacarelic dynasty. Their ultimate master.

He was granted access and the vaults were open. Saddened yet relieved that only one object remained in the galleries… The galleries were empty save for the Nova orb… but it was unstable.. it would explain everything. The entire world could have gone if the stasis fields had malfunctioned around the orb and its unfathomable power had been released. The Sacarelican crypteks had decided that instead of throwing such a weapon away and risked that it survived and fell into the hands of lesser beings. They sealed it away. Letting only the most worthless remain… Such as Akanleanok…

They would have sacrificed his last family. his home and his legions… Zeetheranok had no time to vent his anger and as he thought about it closer he did find it the best idea, safely detonating the orb was too dangerous.

Barthok placed a stasis field up around the orb as the the power began to malfunctioned… Yet it would take all of her power. and not give them enough time to get back to the chamber. They needed a plan. And Dalverkhet had recovered his tools. he arrived and with his expertise and his Veil of darkness, A relic that allowed transportation across great distances. Dalverkhet uses the relic and makes distance of the chamber. Haste were vital and as Barthok holding the orb they finally made it to the chamber as the shell was intact yet the build up energy had to go somewhere, Imperfections in the cycle has let a tiny bit of energy escape everytime and inside the stasis field the energy had nowhere to go and that could maybe… just maybe kickstart the Sacarelica. or tear it apart with cosmic powers of a diminished supernova.

No telling. no time for complex simulations. As the data would not give them any peace.

As they got the orb into place they saw how the build up energy finally were released and the Sacarelica drank the energy like a bottomless hole. But the hole may be bottomless yet an entire ocean was on its way down it and could it manage to make it in time?

Taking no chances the Barthok and Dalverkhet does their best in securing the equipment that would drain the power… and as the flow of power stabilized the entire world has come back to slumbering life... far from fully awake yet the spark of life had supplied the entire world for enough time to boot up the main generator to come online. Yet the surge had also damaged the sacarelica and with the tooth of time had during the long sleep. Repairs would take a long time.

Akaneleanok was reported to have taken her escape into the catacombs under the surface of the tomb. Having more important matters to consider Akanleanok had not have had many active destroyers with her, those that did not make it away were hunted down by Delektor and Kentraka. That had united in fighting her and drove her away. Tho they received aid from an different source.

He was home, over four thousand years of search coming down to this. And it was all worth it. yet much remained to be done.

It was time to rebuild.

Chapter 18: The shadow over the sun
The tau conquest of the system on the outer rim was successful and the human hive citys and mining worlds are now within the reach of the Tau empire. Desperate to reap the resources the worlds, the Earth cast’s scans had discovered huge deposits of metal deep in a abandoned mines that was closed by the inquisition. Knowing not of the terrible implications and blind to the warnings they knew but only the Inquisition often does guard precious items and important materials. The commanders of the fire cast would secure the dark mineshafts making sure that no inquisitorial forces hid there and they arranged a sizeable expedition and after several weeks of searching, excavating and mining though closely confined barriers made by humans hands that would have outdated their own imperium. A huge wall of metal meet them. Black as the void and would not seem to reflect light. Excavated by the humans the dank stone of metallic origin, towers ungodly high into the immense caves and tunnels.

They appears older than that of human mining. Something ancient and disturbing filled the hearts of the tau as they look upon it and despair, Not even the humans great hive cities could rival the scale buried deep in the dead earth. Gold inscription in ancient glyphs tells stories and deeds that they do not understand, glyphs of such antiquity that they predate any races known by the tau empire, yet engraved into the rock around the walls are runes of younger origin that they instantly understand as warnings, unlike that of the golden glyphs. They had repelled the human miners and the earth cast is unnerved. What nobody notice is that the scale seems build not for that of mortals.

As the fire cast enters the veterans recognise some of yonger inscriptions, the Aeldari had not dared disturbing this tomb, neither had the humans. Something inside this tomb that should be left forever to the clutches of sleep, and eternal confinement.

While at first nobody notice but in the endless darkness none dares to draw breath, as if in the presence is near them and could hear them, could be lack of air in the shafts, unlikely. The tau feel a soulless darkness cling to their very spirit as if something inside reaches out to take their life. As if the metallic walls with their terrible lifeless and unearthly age has a malevolent presence and it is clawing at them. As the Fire cast decides to investigate further the drones they brought with them drop dead to the ground. Only to reboot with a entirely new cryption inside. Relaying a message:

He Wakes.

Slowly the Earth Caste that entered can take it no longer and tries to escape the darkness, yet none of those that ran is said to have ever left the mines by outside observers, they could have been lost inside the caves as the earthquake started. Or something more unthinkable, something had found them.

On the world above fear reign. As the tau invaders faces a larger task taking over the hive world and the water cast desperately tries to calm down the populi, and not even with the help of the fire cast they can gain any control over the humans. But then they feel it.

The humans feel it too. like a rumbling or mumbling as if the ground was speaking to them. A voice of so epic proportions as if a mountain spoke. The earthquake hits the city. Far greater than any previous earthquakes. The humans that had turned over to the tau keeps telling them that a the legends of a slumbering evil is true, not birthed of dark witchcraft, something that was spawned out of the blackest nightmares of creation, that not even death could shackle, a titan of unmeasurable malevolent. But the Psykers has been the worst as they were taken away from the immaterium. And instead they feel a deep silence that is tearing and ripping at their soul and as they spasme in fanatic ramblings of something along the same line as the drones: He awakes! The fire cast put them out of their misery yet their spasms does not stop until after the Tau have left the planet.

Deep inside the tomb the situation goes from unnerving to catastrophic.

The tomb awakens but something unlike anything else emerges. A figure so marvelous in size, made by metal lumbers out through the gate from which no light can reach into, the darkness itself merge and the tau could if time had been, wondered if there even was a opening in the first place. The void claims the first taus that simply drop from the sea of material darkness. Those that does not run finds their pulse rifles having no effects as if they were but beacons casting terrible light upon what that walks and now consumes. No Tau ever leave the mine. As the fire cast extract the tau forces from the surface, they do still not see what walks and brings death to this world. What horrid creature made by unspoken blasphemies of sanity has hungered for the souls of the humans. The fear of the Tau was that they themself had awakened the apocalypse that was brought to them.

He walks amongst them again. Shatterer of the Night bringer and the bearer of the Dark of night… The human hive city is reaped clean of life. Soon only the dead sterile ground is left. The tyranids avoid the world and those adjacent to it. and the tau instinctively does not know why yet every expedition that returns from the planet reports no life and no remains of the once great human cities. Human task forces would be deployed but none would ever report back after making planetfall.

The Titan of the void has returned.

Soon he reunite with the Sacarelica. Requesting forces to secure the tau race’s Extinction. Seklarran walks amongst the Living again. Crediting the devastation of the human cities to a lose shard. Yet no C’tan shard was ever stored with Seklarran.

Chapter 19: The Chosen of the C’tan
The Ctan had in both the time of flesh and metal little care for their subjects, yet the necrons chief amongst them had been enslaved by the grim C’tan. Still some of the most diabolical lords with minds of madness or grim determination managed to gain the favor of the C’tan.

The Star Gods saw the Necrons a tool to feast on more power. A galaxy spanning war had stretched out the C’tan very far and wide, according to the logic of such greed they would not have liked that their brethren had been allowed to let any power slip past them. The possible food sources were unlimited yet they could not feast on all of the galaxy’s creatures. And a few of the Necron nobility had no quarrel with the codes of battle or mindless conquest, they wanted only those that would be able to inflict the most suffering and fear for their immortal masters to feast on. So when the time was right, the C’tan allowed the chosen of their kind to go forth to bring pain and misery to the lesser races. And allowing them to devour the pain and suffering indirectly. To do this they often granted their followers small trinkets of themselves that they had imbued with their essence and though that could act and observe through them should need be. Such acts of devotion was rare yet the cults that had survived serves as a reminder to how common the C’tan had such agents.

The relics could be anything. A weapon, an item. but most important is the chosen could be anyone. These chosen would form hidden cults of religions that still worship the C’tan. Hidden places of the Necrontyr empire, either out of hunger for power or their lack of allegiance to anyone else, and the lure of the gods clung to their essence, and turned it into a black mass of devotion to their shattered gods. They are the ones that believe that the C’tan still should rule and would search the galaxy for shards to reunite them with their kin yet something else seems to be on their mind. as if they simply takes to the stars. The greatest amongst these is the Illusive Galexia that is chosen of the burning one.

While the burning one were consumed by the Nightbringer, the chosen of the consumed gods were shattered into shards. And the Necrons would hide their cults and only grow in the great sleep. As some of the sleepers were not resting. The triarch praetorians had these chosen hunted and destroyed yet the passage of time saw that they never truly succeeded.

The burning one were also said be the most generous of the C’tan as it is said that it granted Galexia the power feed on stars the way the C’tan once did. And thus gain powers that other necrons would give up their dynasties to get. The others can only feast on the less efficient way of causing fear and suffering seeded in the younger races and by that extend it they suffer much hardship using their powers. Even though they have more control than the C’tan that simply does what it sees fitting.

The Necrons has mixed opinions to these cults as they are so deeply buried inside some dynasties and while the powers are primary a goal that every necron would not dare to give it up to a rival and rather secure his own cult to take it. While these has no little effect on the dynasty's leaders.

Unlike Human cults these wear no uniform. But to the trained eye sees common themes remains: The Deceivers chosen might display false codes of. daggers or other weapons of deceptive nature. Hidden knifes, or even weapons that does not look like weapons. Yet these are not exculsive to the Deciver alone.

As almost every Lord or overlord might be a chosen of the Nightbringer despite they might not know. their scytes mimics the Nightbringers own power. And their bloodshed is not unnoticed.

Most of these aspects are up to much interpretations for while the Necrons slept the stargods cults did not rest. Only a chosen may know a Chosen for sure. And even so they both share a common course. The restoration of their masters and the total domination of the galaxy. The latter of which is already deeply integrated into the Necron mindset already.

Few mortals has tried to gain the favor of the Ctan yet in their shattered form the Living makes for awful puppets as their frail mortal bodies can’t handle the energies of the Eldritch stargods altogether.

Chapter 20: The Inquisitors notes
Historical documentation across the Ultramar sector has compiled a stunning account of appearances of shapes and forms that would appear to be the xeno warlord of the Necron race.

Telokeer...

His name was revealed to us as the creature had broadcasted a transmission received on only a few specific vox frequencies.

The message was different every time and involved what would be pre recorded messengers about the receivers personal information.

This came to notice as the Imperial governor of Sigmar IV reported that his entire family tree was broadcasted to him. Each with the account of how they died. Fascinated if not with a morbid interest the governor keep listening.

Ending with his own name being mentioned. Only followed by the singular word: Necron. As I had arrived at the planet to investigate the planet was scorched wasteland. Ridden of all life. The planet the hive cities was gone and the industrial wastelands were leveled with the ground.

A similar episode was recorded when the Supreme commander of Senturion XI was said to have received a list of the soldiers serving under him. This time with a complete list of items All substandard and often against the laws of the guard. When inspected the guardsmen unwillingly admitted their sins, and had apparently Illegally acquired these items.

At the time the disciplinarian of these actions left the force under half strength and a week later the rest of the force was overrun by a uprising that was quelled years after.

Apparently the situation had stabilized, as the 724th Vostroyan company landed on the planet they found it perfectly peaceful and under imperial control.

Two hundred years later a imperial report suggest a similar thing happened.

All commissars on the planet had received lists of names with a small handwritten greetings from different people. The lists spanned in from short notes to entire books worthy of autographs and pictures.

At first nobody knew what they meant until that they realized that it was the names of every guardsmen they had taken out of commission over their life times. Several episodes occurred, and an uprising was stopped as the local guard force apparently too had received mysterious orders.

Yet it would seem that these happenings are not singular.

Call me Telokeer.

His name is spoken in admiration but whispered in fear,

Telokeer.

A trader that travelled the stars, he had in his ragged and mummified form entered Sacarelica territory telling them about the wonders of the galaxy. He have lured the fleet so far as they got out into the darkness of space as they dared and been the cause for both much evil and good in the name of the Sacarelic. Mostly for his own amusement. He was a silver tongued manipulator that had more than just a few tricks sewed into his ragged form, It was said amongst those that believe that the scrolls he wears were empowered by the deceiver itself but that is discarded and never spoken aloud for it is more truly denied by all. But those akin to the art of manipulation will know that there are a hint of truth in all lies. Yet his talents of trickery and devilish cunning speaks for itself, as he was a well known figure amongst many dynasties, never hated with the hatred so characteristic to necrontyr but never truly liked either.

The Aeldari, perverting everything with their legends has a saying that goes:

“He walks amongst all, gods, animals and none other that those touched by his malice may understand his form for he is not of this world nor that of the warp. He speaks the tongue of all that speaks, for they speak his voice in the first place. The frustration of mortals are his treats and the gods tears his feast.”

Only those of his kind may know his true intentions. and even they shun him. He is the messenger of what's to come and what has been. For all that has to come will be past, when time is right”.

Yet Telokeer is still bound to his race. Still depended on protocols. And the royal crown that sits on top of his phaerons skull that allows tabbing into the minds of it’s subjects. He has been bound to the Sacarelic for thus he has will of his own and his obedience is nothing but loose interpretations. For the dark secrets that Tellokeer hides inside his vast mind has little equal, putting the black rituals of the chaos cult is but a gust of wind in the storm of dark arcane knowledge that the ancient and metallic scroll he wears has imprinted upon it. Lesser creatures would go mad could they understand the hidden meanings, and even the hints that he lets fall may inspire nihilisme of such that would be equal to that to Destroyers.

He serves as the keeper of relics for the dynasty for he were buried with many of the Sacarelican relics that the crypteks had devised far too dangerous to keep on the Sacarelica. Few would trust him with theirs and how he earned the post no one knows...

His ship too, much like him bears the name of twisted meanings as it goes by the name of messenger, yet it has many more: The trespasser. The bound of destiny, The crest of doom. and the Threshold of fate. The chosen operate in shadow and while he is the only known of his kind there are more out there just waiting to releasing their masters on the world.

What the darkness of the void or the terrors of the warp both comes to knees when the words of the great star gods are spoken for no tongue of this world can speak the words that would channel the powers of the C’tan only those with instruments of time and space can mimic the actions of the C’tans voices. Let alone their words. Chapter 21: Shaping worlds

Zeetheranok opens trading routes for the Lords of Borsis as he decides it is better of active than in its dead state and recovers vital technology and information to ensure the Sacarelica’s own revival. Soon Borsis, or better known to the imperium as the World engine is put back onto the road of restoration. and Zeetheranok let Delektor do the repairs on the Sacarelica with the newfound knowledge. Delektor’s scarab swarms begins the complete rebuilding of the Sacarelica.

Many changes has been taken and more advanced combat systems are implemented, The Santhok had plotted out thousands of years before.

A entire redesign. The main generator despite it’s great power is unable to provide for a full reawakening at once and more smaller generators is bought online to accelerate the process. Each foundation is given certain amounts of energy as some foundations are more needed than others. Zeetheranook reawakens the Ge’enakar to oversee the sacarelicas restoration.

Yet the dark crypts underneath is unknown but to one. Akanlea is down there too and the surface must be taken care off before the interior skeleton can be rebuild.

The One known as Aposis. Hand of the Dragon. Build these dark crypts. In the olden days when the The numberless legions were hidden from the still population. Aposis had already awakned.

Chapter 22: The Graves of a Dying Race.
The tech-priests of Explorator fleet had located a deserted xenos construction. And had hoped to catalog its contents before destroying it. The tall spires of a strange vivid material that acted like no material of this world was the primary structure of the place. Strange gems and runes were imprinted upon the walls and the organic looking white pillars that stretched for miles.

This place held many secrets and the explorators had the time to seek out the extensive deeps yet for each barrier they found and penetrated they found another, ever more closely protected by fortifications and more statues of elegant alien figures that time had left with hateful eldritch gazes that looked down on them and in their anonym silence warned them. Yet it did not strike the explorators that something was odd about the fortifications, as they were facing inwards.

The statues rose to ever level ever greater number and size than that they encountered before, Ever more intact. After finally reaching the heart of this complex they discovered the dark inner crypts of this world that stretched into endless darkness. They searched and soon the white walls of the bone white material had become dark stone and confined corridors that lead ever deeper into dead places, ever forsaken by life.

As the Explorators had let their Iron striders and rust stalkers patrol the crypts they found no signs of hostility. A thing none ever had expected as the depths of this catacomb was so deep and so twisted that if lost, no matter how much time given would none ever find their way out. The mechanicus found many strange things in this most unwelcoming place. Both of the almost weightless material that had been custom for so long and had prevented their advance into the darkness for so long but now they found things that even the servitors would not willingly make contact with without breaking several self preservation subroutines, despite that the objects had no danger akin to it.

Artifacts of dark metal and radiant gold that had a glimmer as if untouched for untold times yet polished recently. Dark and metallic cyclopean constructions took over the organic and peaceful arenas that despite their appearance of inhuman and ancient origin their contrast to the unliving stone those dark and twisted reflection looked back at the observer and would despite their inanimate state prove unnerving in such a way as if encountered by forbidden things. Runes of eldritch origin was replaced with older and by far more permanent looking glyphs of ages that had passed in this underground world.

Ages where no man or any race with a soul of the holy upper world, has stepped in here, for whatever could have dwelled inside such deep tombs and such darkness of spiritless metal cannot have the good will of the universe at heart. This may seem as a rather illogical way of thought but the priests could not dig out any comfort of machine spirits inside their vehicles as it would seem that they acted strangely in here, the entire tomb itself seemed at times to watch over them as if the tomb of unforgiving and spiritless metal had opened up its jaws to swallow them all In one terrible smash, dragging them beyond the light of history.

Servitors had acted strange, and so deep in the tomb they finally decided they had seen all the tomb had to offer them as the freight of the magnitude of artifacts were getting troublesome and the artifacts already brought out had proven problematic as the long distance the kilometer deep shafts.

Yet now the most astonishing discovery was yet to be found, the rust stalkers found behind hidden doors what seemed as unending complexes of huge walls with ancient artworks of unnatural realism and lifelike as if these metal statues jumped out of the walls and in their forms of shade and iron would spring to terrible life in their still state. Terrible skeletal creatures were depicted in rituals serving blasphemy to all of sane minds, cloaked in long gone animal dresses with the skeletal animal heads in place of whatever head the original creature had had. Hundreds of thousands of these stood there dead and silent as the grave, locked in ritualistic stances around strange statues of the god that was translated afterwards by the records recovered into “The Void dragon”. These figures were covered in blood from ages ago with claws and tooth, and all in the metal of dark and unliving metal yet something in their alien and unknown nature was so familiar to the agents of the machine god.

The servitors had refused to go down there, as if something inside the machine spirit itself had commanded so. And thus the more sentient adepts discussed the wisdom of what could be learned from this, curiosity won out over caution and the bravest of adepts was forced to travel the vast distances of the ritualistic and still creatures, after days of driving at moderate speeds they found no end to the complex within sight, Yet the servo skulls not reported what seemed like the center of the tomb, relaying pictures of a sarcophagus. Yet as the adepts finally reached the tomb’s inner center, and it would be here that the records would depict the expedition should have turned around for from here the entire expedition went wrong. The Adepts presence was close to the sarcophagus. the servitors, more machine than man started to assault everything in outpost, outnumbering the tech priests left behind and the servo skulls that did not malfunction send back pictures of the former servants of the machine god now doing replications of the exact same dark rituals as the monstrous creatures depicted enacted. Yet as the blood were spilled the vox called to them, the Servitors were through filters of mechanical barriers and other grotesque devices mumbling, screaming and in an unreal way repeating the word. Saying the same name again and again. Soon other voices came to join them for as the vox were cut off something inside was whispering to them.

Chapter 21: The Repair Bay
Deep within the deepts of the Sacarelica, where the remains of unexplored mystery stil lies resides creatures of such strangeness that only the few would bother with them. One is Delektor as his scarabs leads the reconstruction of the Sacarelica and the few worlds that allow for doing so. His mindless dedication that only true machines could produce, for his brooding mind has retracted into his subconscious and is but a shell of a person, a drone. But also by far one of the most efficient of Sacarelica’s servants.

It had not always been like that. The Canoptek lord had had a family and had sworn to protect it with all that is his being yet as he failed his suffers the weight of his failure that pushed his mind into the shell of a creature he once was.

In the darkness Cyranak awaits, the Lordess of the Triarch, She was recruited from a young age and set to learn the ways of law and justice, in the ultimate service of the Triarch. Being successful in her education she was send to the Sacarelica to heed the complains of the ones that were wronged by the Sacarelic fleets. yet instead of finding justice she found her new home.

Cyranak had been stationed there as the head of the Sacarelic Dynasty's law enforcement loyal only towards the triarch yet found her abilities nothing short of lacking and the lack of letting more praetorians aboard the planet resulted in a overworked and mostly inefficient ways of processing. Some say that Tyrranokh had this planned all along, yet as the war in heaven began the sacarelica turned from an average planet to a war zone on its own. All the sick and dying of the wounded Necrontyr was laying in the street with only family to care for them and Cyranak turned from her law enforcement to assist and organize the medical attention, saving countless lives in the progress, or simply prolonging their suffering.

In the bio transference she had earned herself a body worth of a lord from the popularity she had gained, and even some of the royal line had come to respect her. She had grown attached to the sacarelica and its people, she had overseen the expansion of the repair bays of the Sacarelica to more than ten times its original size allowing for the entire Sacarelicans to act as repair stations in the war in heaven. To this day she still resides in the repair bay scheduling the repairs making sure everything goes according to plan. Her inspecting every single thing that arrives at her watch and till leaves again.

Yet one remain, and this heap of metallic tentacles and unspeakable deed is the cryptek that used to be Don’kanen. Once a learned psychomancer he would later descent into a rambling frenzy that would drag up the darkest memories from the psycomancers mind, anyone could learn something from listening to his mumbling for he is older than most and wiser than all the Sacarelicans elder combined yet how he got to this is unknown to anyone. Some say it was madness others say it was the horrors he witnessed. In reality it was both for he had dealt with Telokeer and what the silvertongue lord had showed him he would tell none, residing in his madness Zeetheranok stationed him where he could not do any harm and exiled him into the repair bays deepest and darkest parts. Looking through the collected hard light prints of all the sacarelicans looking for something. Some terrible design build into every necron. And sometimes horrid echoes of mad realization is heard through the repair bay.

As if something within the hardlight prints that only he can see proves terrible to him. But what can he do. These designs are all across the galaxy, the entire necron race uses these designs. And maybe just that may be part of why what he found send the cryptek into a desperate search through all the mechanisms of the necron race.

Chapter 22: The Worlds Beyond the Void
The space between stars, the dark beyond, the void.

All names worthy of the infinite expanse of emptiness those constant shade tight grab around every star trying to absorb it. Each star being the oasis between the desolate waste where no creature born in the light would reside. Home to creatures such as the C’tan, Tyranids and other hideous things that creation unwilling nursery in the black space where no light may reach.

Out there there lies dark worlds, worlds beyond the void.

Housing no life safe for that of the undead Necron constructs. Pylon stations and lesser known worlds.

Chapter 23: Between Metal and Flesh
Zeetheranok and Barthok arrive at a planet to check to its reanimation yet finds the planets infestation of Tyranids troubling and soon the Hive Mind's hordes decent in mass and the Necrons makes a counter attack as the tomb awakens. While the tyranids are overwhelming the Necron forces as the newly awakened Necrons are a poor match for the tyranids hordes. Yet Zeetheranok begins to grasp the power of his crown and takes manual control over the warriors and immortals and pushes the great devourer advance on the planet to a halt. The reclamation of the planet is hard fought yet it all becomes a certain necron victory as Seklarran arrives and takes down the bio titans that had held the Necrons at bay. Slowly winning ground the world is still siege.

Zeetheranok grasping more and more power looks into the minds of his servants and gains critical experience on the combat against the creatures from all his lords under him. He orders Dalverkhet on a mission that will make him teleports into proximity of the Reclamation pools and drops several diseases and toxins from several million years ago into the pool. weakening the Hive fleet as the ancient sickness from ages past plagues the hive fleet. The Cryptek is slick and he is successful. He gains an unexpected trophy. A still living Hive tyrant is captured and sent off to Dalverkhet’s laboratories. The cryptek begins dark experiments on the creature.

And a monster far more terrible than any tyranid is born birthed by the science of boundless ambition. A tool to not just fight the hordes of tyranids. but control them.

Field testing proves that the Tyranid hive mind still got something to say in the matter of the perversion. And the mighty creature is let loose upon the Necron forces until Seklarran would have to take afiar. and puts it down for good.

Crippled the Hive fleet retreats. And Zeetheranok finds his ability to tap into other necrons minds most interesting.

Chapter 24 : The Battle in The Forge World
Delektor and Dalverkhet locates stolen Necron technology in a forge world, but finds that a death watch team that brought it back guarding it and is forced to take on the entire team to retrieve the artifacts, Delektor deploys his scarabs to cause alerts around the forges key locations luring out the smaller squats of Space marines that Dalverkhet allows to be taken out.

Slowly taking out the space marines as Dalverkhet works his Psycomancery bypassing the training of the space marines and leaving them weakened as if having minds of children, letting Delektor take out the space marines one by one. Soon the necrons locate the terminator captain that remains, his mind weakened and paranoid and decides to deny the necrons their relics and throws it into the forge world's melting pot. Delektor returns the favor and reminds what molten iron can do to terminator. As the metal gives in under the space marine. And he joins the artifacts in the molten mass only to crawl back out his body tattered but not destroyed. Delektor would have killed him but Dalverkhet instead decides on a much more cruel fate.

Tearing his mind in small strings he forgets about the necrons and it would seems he had turned on his fellow marines.

The Space marine remains but there are no sign of the Necron relics.

Chapter 25: The Deception at the Astral Shrine
Zeetheranok leaves the Sacarelica to see the the sister creation of the Sacarelica, Borsis that were also forged by the C’tan hope to reopen the cooperation so that the 2 dynasties could Safeguard to their re-emerging empire. Yet the World engine had already proven functional and has started his ravage though the Vidar sector. And He witness the final moments of the gigantic world is destroyed. Zeetheranok is devastated but abide to the suggestions that they salvage the remains so that the Humans does not at least gather what is left. His entire court agrees and Zeetheranok leads a small force of necrons in acts of vengeance against the remaining human ships, to salvage some vital parts for the Sacarelica. But is countered by the Mechanicus skitarii that would be said to salvage the World engine. Ken’traka contacts Telokeer that arrived in time to bring all the valuable remains of Necron technology back to the sacarelica. Telokeer and Kenthraka leads a Nubis detachment to assault the shrine dedicated to the Astral knights after their sacrifice in the battle with the World engine. Forcing the power armors to come to life and forcing a desperate last stand by those stationed there.

The shrine is raised to the ground and the 14 marines that remained there were 6 Captured and converted to patrol the Sacarelica royal guard. Zeetheranok finds the procedure of the conversion more satesfying than the simple killing of his enemies.

Several Necrons are gathered and is returned to the Sauntekh dynasty as tribute.

Chapter 26: The blade of the Sacarelic
Finally reawakened the Nemesor Dunkel and find him suffering from amnesia. Nursing him back to Activity, Barthok and Dalverkhet sees to his mental wounds, they make him rapidly recover his combat skill and soon he is back leading the legions against the Tau crusades. After a few successful campaigns pushing the Tau back. Yet he is forced to return to the Sacarelica. Unable to self repair he is sent to the repair bay to be have is mind to be mended after an encounter with the tau Supremacy titan.

Inside the repair bay Dunkel is taken into the care of Don’kar. That rejoices in the chance of company.

The nemesor is there after dispatched to the world that houses a great infestation of the green skinned orks. Offended that he is forced to fight such honour less creatures he starts developing secondary motives. Yet as his legion hunts down the warboss he finds himself accompanied by other strike forces from other foundations to assist him in cleaning his lines behind him. As an overlord he takes control over them and uses them to aid his spear head. killing the ork warboss. But his tactics has proven faulty as another one simply takes his place. Suddenly a quick operation turns into a long war against the orks that rejoice in the mechanical meanence.

Unacquainted with the nature of orks, Dunkel finds himself surrounded and in the direct line of fire as the tyranid hives decent on the planet.

Believing Zeetheranok set him up to be left for death Dunkel decide to start planning a coup.

The duel Zeetheranok and Dunkel meet in the center of the arena.

Dunkel having challenged him to a fight for training, but he had hidden agendas with this meeting should his rebellion ever succeed he would need to know if he could defeat him in close combat.

Dunkel drew his sword. Still the phaeron carried only the gauntlets of his, “hands of extermination”

Not even a real weapon. He dreamed of the day when he would sit atop the throne of the Sacarelica to take the tombs legions to wars finding great opponents to satisfy his desire for battle, let alone… have it his way. He had trained Akaneleanok, the mad sister and while she was a formidable opponent she could not outdo him, as he was faster and far more skilled. He remembered what he heard about him.

Yet something broke his thoughts as he prepared. A thought drawn from the depths of memory: when facing your enemy you realize what you know and what you feel about them fighting is the way you see their true face, even behinds the death masks. That Dunkel believed. Let anyone fight for their life and the truth of their nature would appear. Honour, deceiving, cunning…

All would be revealed.

Now Dunkel faced the Phaeron for the first time, he saw the blank mask with the grim smile of the scarelica. The bloodlines on his face running from his eyes. The adamant mask mocking him.

Yet now he no longer faced his phaeron, he now realized he was about to battle an exterminator, the fingers fiddle and slick was now finally still enough to see their surgical edge, perfect to prope weak spots and tearing guts. The oversized hands having the green fluid slowly build up in materialless tubes, taking in the atmosphere in to be ready to unleash the emerald cinders, his amor thicker than most Necrons, Adamantium infused to his Necrodermis and bolstered further by Barthok arcane technology.

His eyes and memory prepared for battle, his eyes scanned it all but it was not what his eyes saw that made him doubt his advantage: his memory,

The death of worlds are forged in his hands, fires of doom. He walked a king amongst billions of creatures that would guess his name and crown him a god. They called him the Fire that leaves no ash. The death of worlds, the great exterminator.

Oceans of blood has been filtered through this killing machine and not even a reddish mark was left to show the crimson legacy that he had wrought on the living world. They had to be unworthy foul creations. Yet a warrior as he now knew he was would not keep a name of a pointless errant.

These younger creatures must have had some credible fighting skill.

The monoliths of old tells of his deeds, the inscriptions that Dunkel had seen all across the royal palace suddenly hit Dunkel with new weight.

The Phaeron raised his arms.

Dunkel reacted as he went into a defensive stance

He held his arms out wide as if he would embrace the world. Graph it all for himself. But then Dunkel realized he was taunting him, inviting him to attack.

Dunkel awoke shortly after. His memory winding back though what happened in the moments. Before He charged him, and had swung his sword. Increasing the speed and strength of the blows yet he had been parried every strikes as he had might as well had fighting a wall. Yet then he began to lose ground as the Phaeron advanced slowly not attacking but only parrying his attacks.

He in the end had misstepped as he had aimed to stab him yet Zeetheranok had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him with his own momentum into his fist…

He realized that his optics were online yet he saw nothing, and his neck and chest area had suffered damage. His head had been enveloped by his chest his head as Zeetheranoks elbow had impacted on his cranium.

The self repairs came quick as his skull emerged from his ribcage.

Round two: The Phaeron taunted adjusting the gauntlets.

This time Dunkel was on the defensive the phaeron attacks came faster than he had anticipated and the battle was over before it had begun as he had grabbed the hand that held his sword and crushed it leaving him unarmed.

He threw back the sword to the slowly recovering nemesor. Dunkel yielded…. he got what he came for. Yet he now began to understand what a monumental undertaking he had to go through to take the crown for himself.

He left the arena in silence disregarding the phaeron’s advice. For now he knew what he needed. he needed the help of all he could get to take over the Sacarelica.

Chapter 27 :The Damnation of Atermaru
Barthok and Telokeer arrives on a Tau world acting as diplomats to manipulate the tau into a disadvantage in the fire cast defences. Yet the local population of humans finds it hard to cope with their new masters and has turned to the dark rites of the ruinous powers.

Chaos.

The cults has sacrificed many stray souls to escape their alien oppressors.

As chaos space marines and daemons are summoned into reality, Barthok and Telokeer now fight alongside the Tau and sane humans to keep the chaos tide at bay. Zeetheranok ordering them to do so.

Chapter 28: Master and Student
Dunkel and Akaneleanok reunites and plots to take over the Sacarelica. But they need assistance of the lords that supported Akaneleanok during the time of the original rebellion and then in turn cooperate with Zeetheranok to rebuild the Sacarelic dynasty while all are connected to Zeetheranok through command protocols there are still few that will respond to Akane’lea if chance should be.

Yet The Phaerons present royal court seems to be too loyal to get too close to him. And his skill level are surpassed by none in this dynasty.

Only through their cooperation. Akaneleanok decides to put aside the rivalries of the past and joins Zeetheranoks court and begins using her political power to influence the Sacarelic court.

Further improving the dynasty but with her own agendas.

Chapter 29: The Extermination of Atermaru
Barthok and Daver is on their last, The tau has faltered and the chaos forces only fester in the blood shred. Yet the Necron reinforcements arrive as Zeetheranok and Seklarran decent on the planet having been gathered forcers to counter this chaos infestation.

The daemon hordes dissipates as the Null Field generators are activated. The connection to the warp served and their essence and body drawn back into the Warp. Only the mighty greater deamons that were summoned are resisting the works of the Null field, And launches a brutal counter attack. brought with the necrons yet as the Monoliths starts phasing onto the surface and the Krome, and Nyth foundations emergers, supported by the Cakths warmachines the chaos forcers are meeting their match. Only the greater daemons keeps the Necrons from securing victory. The battles lasts weeks without anyone getting an upper hand. But then Seklarran and Zeetheranok pushes through the the chaos forces and meet the Bloodthirsters in close combat as the mechanical horror meets the manifestation of ageless anger.

An epic battle unfolds but in the end the bloodthirster is weakened by the lack of newly spilled blood and the android forms of the Necrons gives little nourishment for the blood gods servants. Sek Clar goes for the kill and though an battle the Daemon is banished. Yet the chaos taint is so thick in the ground there is little left on the planet to salvage, no matter… the Imperial forces that were to counter the tau’s advance arrive to see the scorched planet. No signs of the life that once lived there. Another dead world. Asking any psyker what happened the planet was psychically purged. It would be hard to believe that this was almost a Daemon world just a few months ago.

Chapter 30: Pylons of Ortak
Abaddon's 7th black crusade makes it to the Ultramar sector and Telokeer finds the disruptions in his trade routes. Seeking to return the favor to abbadon Tel’lokker lures a chaos fleet into an ambush. And destroys it as the Necron provides his guests with the hospitality of the Stargods.

After a interception of their data he realise their true intent he decides to go to the nearest world of Ortark and steals away Pylons from the planets surface. Days before the planet is sundered by the Chaos forces.

Chapter 31: The Doom of Gods
Seklarran makes a change of routes on the way to a tau world and finds ancient ruins on a what once was a Eldar  world, The titan senses the presence of an old enemy…

On the planet the Aeldari has engaged Chaos forces, hopelessly outnumbered the Aeldari might had foreseen the arrival of Seklarran’s he descends onto the ranks of the chaos warriors, and makes his way through the otherworldly horrors, as if searching for something… or someone. The chaos forces while superior in numbers, are helpless as the Necron titan cuts down Space marines and daemons engines in his path.

The Cloud of dark ghastly material surrounds Seklarran as he cuts down all in his path, The null field generator build into his body keeps any chaos assaults at bay and leaves the Chaos warbands is in disarray, as psychic defences and weakened subfactions in the warbands begin enacting vengeful rituals. Yet the forces of chaos keep fighting as panic and terror breaks out.

Finally he spots his goal: The Aeldari war god, the blood handed metal daemon. The Avatar of Khaine, Having battled an avatar, The daemon prince, is weakened. Seklarran without question cuts down the thing with his Scythe. Yet fails to finish the works before being interrupted by the daemon prince.

Unable to turn his attention towards finishing the Avatar, The monstrous necron locks himself in close combat with the Daemon prince that despite its supernatural speed and power is no match when weakened by the Null field that surrounds the necron titan. The prince is left a twisted and mangled corpse as Seklarran banish it with nothing but raw material strength. A task that a creation of Seklarans size and power could manage.

The Eldar has disappeared and unpleased with the outcome, Seklarran takes out his frustrations on the remaining Chaos forces. Those that does not manage to flee loses their signatures in the warp, leaving the psykers that cannot pierce the veil of null that surrounds the titan, with a sense of dread chaos never could invoke.

Mechanicus explorators would later pick up the remains of cultists and ancient war machines from the age of the Horus heresy but find no trace of the stain of chaos.

Chapter 32: Shards and Dust
Seklaran seek a lost tomb world and finds that the tomb is still slumbering has been invaded by the Thousand Sons Rubric Marines, looking for an artifact stolen in ancient times from the Old ones. The psychic impulses imbued with the artifact draws the rubrics like moths to fire. Yet something else has taken over the tomb. And neither the Chaos space marines or the Sacarelic necrons are prepared for what has escaped the holdings of the ancient world.

Seklarran is joined by the Res’acat and Tanaka detachments, to find the ancient tomb of his design nearby. Yet the chaos space marines and their cultists that has assisted the rubric marines goes search for a prize of their own to bring home, and spread their taint to the tomb. They finds something they sought, but not of what they expected. A mighty staff of metal bones and leaking some kind of black tar like substance that no light can gather on. yet as they try to take it away something awakens.

The Resakat and Tanakka finds the chaos marines their match yet the Tanakka Detachment has excavated the tomb and beforethe artifacts can be secured they stolen by the Rubric sorcerer. Yet finds the the masters of the tomb hot on his heels. Covered in grim shades and dark fire of soul, the nightbringer Shard haunts them, It maligin presence keeps control over the Necrons that is re-awakening and reactivates the dark matrices that cuts off the connection from the warp forcing the Rubrics to flee by foot. Helpless, they are slaughtered by the cosmic powers of the god fragment.

Seklarran returns holding his old Scythe a masterfully crafted weapon. The dark blade sharp as the night and would seem to made in such a way that so that no light could escape. The shards tries to fight the titan yet are absorbed by the blade of his weapon. Growing ever more dark, ever more sentient.

Retrieving what he came for the weapon Sek clar swears to keep the weapon safely with him at all times.

Beyond the bounds of fate
Recovering the old one relics, Telokeer assists the Granekth and Resakat in succesfully hiding the Sacarelica from the gaze of the gods though techno arcana artifacts, a set of oddly shaped stone plaques that transcripts the laws of gods, and their limits. For while they are infinite in power in their own realm, their influence into this world has a threshold.

Contacting Apopsis of the Res’acat and the Cath mechanics they construct Pylons of such design that the Sacarelica may not be felt in the warp again, the relics were hidden away in case that one should find the Sacarelica and destroy it. So instead saving the artifacts all across the galaxy would keep them safer. Eventually, despite spending valuable resources that eventually extends the Sacarelica’s repairs.

“Gods and men are much alike, idols or tools, and like all there are only two kinds. no matter race or time, there are those that use them or are slave to them”

Performing ancient rituals of Warding, they disturb Barthok, making her leave her quarters as she senses the disturbance in time and space. Unimpressed by the entire thing, Telokeer tries to convince her to assist them. But she refuses.

Only after Telokeer puts his case though to Zeetheranok she is ordered by him to help them in their endeavour. The warrior princess Del’lyrax, a name of which is known by many.

Her family being of the Jungles of Lyrax, a planet in a system of 6 habitable planets that had been reached and disconnected from Necrontyr contact for a very long time as their ship crashed there and their ancestors was forced to adapt to the jungles, as their precious technology could not save them.

Later as the war in heaven began turning a ship carrying the refugees of the war that decided to make a deal with the local necrontyr and soon integrated them into the Atun dynasty. That he later was murdered by Delyrax she was the first mixing between the royal and native blood. She was raised with the skill and knowledge of the people that hunted the beasts of the wild and the pride and class of noble. She became the representative of the Lyrax jungles

She awoke on her world in the early 38 millina and is recovered by Akanleanok as a ploy for much greater things, but the mad cryptek Donkanen is called upon to take up her recovery. Being in successful in doing so. She is recovered by Akanlea that travels from Sacarelica to find her hoping to recruit her to the Dynasties service. Her world of Lyrax transformed into a barren wasteland, her world has been a victim of time and is now but a barren wasteland where dust deserts provides the only habitat. Donkanen makes modifications to her mind and removes the instant hostility. Akanleanok makes her swear her loyalty to her. And she does so with the intentions of rebuilding her own dynasty. Giving all that is hers to Akanleanok.

The sleeping beauty
Akanleanok glided through the halls silently. The hum of her skimmer platform making noise only heard by those close. With her were the Cryptek Donkanen, a psycomancer that had his fractured mind yet his expertise was still unprecedented and Telokker that had found this tomb. She had heard the legends of this place. It was nothing like what she imagined. This dust filled world did not hold the primordial jungles The dead wasteland did not carry the same idea of grandiose that she had imagined when she had heard about this place.

She had asked Telokeer if he was certain that this was the right world. And the cryptek had responded with him telling the truth. Non can lie to a psycomancer, she had requested an ally powerful enough to assist her and he had complied. But Telokeer’s motives were mixed.

She ambushes Zeetheranok in the hope of gaining Akanlea’s favor. But there is little to hide the true intention is to take her rightful place on top of the throne for herself. She is caught unaware that the Phaeron is in not the usual necron overlord And even the lesser of the Sacarelican Necrons are in fact skilled fighters. Adapt at dueling, and while Zeetheranok is not the greatest his skill is more than enough to keep the warrior princess at bay. The overlords fights yet they are cut shot as Seklarran steps in.

The giant necron cares not and urges the phaeron on. Zeetheranok allows Seklarran to go on with his anti Tau crusades.Yet Del-lyrax too now shares some part of the hatred for Akanleas brother allowing them to focus on their revenge. Yet While Akanleanok is focused against her rival brother Dellyrax has her focus on an entirely different prey.|align=center}}

The Hive of Megalodon
Seklarran finds one of the Tau Worlds entrenched on a former Imperial Forge World...the mighty defences does not allow him to simply deploy his forces and outnumber the Aliens.

He goes to wake the Geomancer Neu’akath the earth molder… with the Crypteks power he digs under the city's defences, breaching the walls and deploys hundreds of the Onukarths best miners to strategically weaken the fundament of the city.

Months later the city falls into ruins as the earth would seem to swallow it up. Seklarran scoured the rest of the remaining Tau forces there and sees to their eradication..

Yet Neu’akath denies ever being on the planet at the time period that Seklarran states.

Beauty of the beasts
Dalverkhet. Investigates the tyranid hive mind and starts studying its effects. Capturing another hive lord, for study, fascinated by the creature millions more Tyranids are slaughtered and brought before Dalverkhet as Zeetheranok sees only right in bringing death to the tyranids. The Cryptek decide to put his own touch to works of the hive mind.

The remains of the Necrodermis capital city of Lyrax has been taken apart and brought for the reconstruction of the Sacarelica, but she Del’lyrax learns by a whisper of not so subtle implications that some of the precious Necrodermis is ended up in the hands of Dalverkhet. and it would seem that Del-lyrax does not take kindly on such defilement of her city. And goes to find Dalverkhet having created Necron hybrids of the Hivemind from it. With the purpose of trying to turn the Tyranids, amongst others into weapon to be used against the living.

Dalverkhet unfamiliar with the newcomer’s psychology fails in drowsing her anger and as she hunts the cryptek across his entire collection is set loose into the lower catacombs of the Sacarelica. Only to be hunted down to this day.

Growing a certain fondness from the Tyranid hybrids Delyrax agrees with Dalverkhet on a deal. She will bring back the beasts and monsters of the galaxy and he will have them for study. The null feild generator is kept active and allowed.

March of the living
Telokeer finds himself on an imperial planet doing trade with the local governor, unknown to the governor about his true form, the human has proven a reliable contact and a beneficial one as well. Yet as an Ork waaagh approaches. Intend on rallying the local imperial guard, by walking straight through their ranks and informing their leader. The breach of security makes the guard rightfully aware and the settlement is prepared for the a invasion, and is ready for the attack from the orks as reinforcements come.

-Letter received by Planetary Governor Takis-

Greetings honoured friend.

''I hope the world of yours prospers and you are well and that my letters are not lost within the system, for I know that you are a busy man indeed. I have known you for a few cycles of time by now and our trading deals has gone very successfully indeed. No doubt due to your administration and my contacts. Despite the prosperity of both your world and my dealings I must show my concern for our trading connection within the systems might suffer disruptions of the ork tribes are not dealt with.''

''As of late your planet seems to host a considerable amount the green skinned krok spawn. I am sure your forces are adequate to deal with such threats but I must urgen you to have the pests taken care off immediately.''

Sincerely, Terry Lockheart

The WAAAGH! Faz Smasha
The Warboss finally appears to see what has been stopping his boyz and is not impressed by the imperial guard that holds back amongst his horde. if such organized concept can be told about ork warfare, but now they were ending on the ground dying.

Faz smascha gets his face smashed as Kendraka arrives and sees how Tel’lokker has put her research to use without her consent and after a few months of fighting the orks are taken by surprise as they finally are pushed back by the emerging necron legions from the city. Kendraka threatens Telokeer with the wrath of the Phaeron yet the silver tongued lord talks her away from it with the data from the hive city.

Leaving Telokeer trading partners saved for the moment. until five years later as an Assassin of the Callidus temple is send to the execute the governour. Yet… things does not turn out as planned.

The corpse city of the Old Ones
Buried deep under the planetary sea, reveals the ruins of a once great city the chthonic depths of an ancient past. Thought to be destroyed by the Necrons the city would appear intact. Taking no chance in letting any Old ones technology fall into the hands of the lesser beings, the Aeldari appears first on sight.

Aeldari forces spread out and though an uneasy alliance with their dark kin they hold the city. Ancient weaponry witness of great power still lying hidden inside the corpse city. Its once great walls and halls now nothing but a faded memory as the inscriptions on the wall has fallen prey to entropy of time. Leaving the Aeldari search fragmented and poorly guided. Yet though the aid of their Farseers and Harlequins carrying ancient manuscripts to decipher the ancient tome. The old ones using Psychic impulses in their writing as much as inscriptions mislead them for weeks.

Yet even the imperium senses the subconscious thought impulses radiating from the city and seeks to investigate and deploys the emperor's finest to destroy or claim this in the name of their god emperor, if not to simply purify the alien filth. Already drawing the attention of chaos. That descents to spread the taint of the immaterium to this already dead carcase of a metropolis. The fighting between the humans and Aledari draws the local Orks as a swarm of moths to a burning fire. For months the City scape is devolved into ruins, every battle one against time For the others has set their gaze on the city.

Any relics that could have been found have either been destroyed or was being juggled between the factions percent. The craftworld Aeldari betrayed by their dark kin, The orks swarming the ancient architecture, keeping both the space marines and the forces of chaos at bay. When it comes to zeetheranoks notice he is taking no chance in letting the primitives getting the old ones tools It is quickly concluded that the city and its contents must be destroyed.

Once and for all
The phaeron uses the nova orb, for the first time in thousands of years to take control over the Sacarelica and send it onto the path of the planet. Unleashing the powered up world engines Reality shattering power onto the planet. Erasing every single trace of the City, and those that fought within it. Hunting down all that dared try to escape.

The true empire
"Your kind holds no place in this world. Your time long gone your wonders gone your greatness buried under our empire. The stars has told the tales and sung our victory. The War God guides us this day to victory, The very spirit of this world oppose you monster, metal abhorrent. Not worthy of the title daemon for you are but a mortal playing god. The hubris the stepping stone for disaster."

The farseer stood over Zeetheranok. His broken and shattered form lay before him. Servo joints bend in ways they was not suppose to, the null oil that had sustained his body now pooling around him. The psychic powers the Aeldari had invoked had twisted his shape with such ease. Torn him limb from limb. Holding him high in the air to be displayed while the mutant powers mocked his form.

Yet he suffered the Aeldari words.

The blue guardians with their yellow crests surrounded him backed with those of red carrying the weapons that had disabled him earlier before the farseer had maimed him. He did not remember their names as his memory was not needed at it’s full power. The power left in his body had elsewhere to be work. His self repairs had stopped. On the outside at least, more important parts of him were to be repaired inside.

Barthok had fallen earlier than him yet she heeded his order and waited.

"Here you lie before me. your legions shattered and your pride thrown to the wind." The Farseer proclaimed in it’s parody of a grand voice. The filters of the mask could not hide it’s hideous birth by a throat of flesh and blood. He raised his hand chanting a few words.

The sky crackled again as another unnatural lightning struck his form leaving the farseer and the alien warriors around him unharmed. The sparks flew around him wildly. Yet the carcase of the Necron overlord still sentient lay before him. A new gaping hole in it’s torso smoking from other worldly fires that fizzled out drawing strange runes in the air before being gone.

Zeetheranok knew that it would be over soon.

The Farseer raised his spear and aimed down it at the pale white Death mask. It’s crooked smile still embedded on it.

"Any final words." he croaked.

Zeetheranok let a slight deep sound come from his broken head, as his voice was to be raised. What instead happened was an responding sound from nearby. Time space stretched and reverted itself. The chronomancer had returned to her full function. The Alien hymns of the alien music began again. The red circle surrounding Zeetheranok dispersed as the warriors went to subvert the undying threat.

Their eager to destroy their enemies turned against them.

The farseer sighed and the spear tip grew bright as the morning son. Glittering as the Farseer stabbed it into the neck of the Necron.

It buried itself in his metal and reached deep into his servos. Yet nothing happened

The alien hymns began to grow. Time and space once again began to dance around them. The reality warping powers of the psyker diminished. Yet Zeetheranok knew he was done waiting. As the farseer raised his spear for a second strike A shockwave knocked him and his guard over. Barthok had regained full function. And this time she did not hold the same restrains on her powers.

The poor cryptek had not gone into combat with the same murderous intent Zeetheranok had and instead had decided to learn instead, she didn’t heed his word that there was little to learn from these creatures. At least she finally saw the light he noted as wires and necrodermis began flowing back to him. Slowly his torso rose from the smoke limbs reconnecting to his shattered form that undid the farseers work. This time with a advantage. Legs forming under him out of nothing. His gauntlets dragged into their rightful place and the holes in his chest closing like they were never there.

The farseer had turned his head to see the overlord towering above him. The spear glowing brighter than ever he jabbed it at him elegantly and quickly yet Zeetheranok had prepared himself for any such attack and countered.

Slightly disappointed he held the spear by the staff and his strength barely half his full power the farseer could not wressle his weapon from him.

He heard the sounds he took in the moment. The metal carpet around him of his fallen warriors was returning. Barthoks power surge had revitalized their livelihood and their will,

They fell backwards through time as their repair system animated them in the same way they were brought down. Yet this time the Wraithbone shurikens that had brought them down was not there to re enact their destruction again.

It bore a small amusement to Zeetheranok. He knew it should amuse him more than it actually did give him any sense of true joy. A necron began flying forwards as his head and legs reconnected to his torso. The gauss flayer green lightning reigniting in his hands as he landed and began marching on as nothing ever happened.

The Necrons around him began reawakening to the remaining eldar battle force scattered to destroy the remaining necrons. He took in the signals as his crown returned to its full form and the signals began returning to him.

Barthok overdone herself this time.

The Farseer had trying to channel his powers yet found that his power had already been blocked by the Crypteks work. Zeetheranok had wished for a moment to look into his head. to see what emotions hid below the mask. to see his frustration and anger.

The spear broke as he clenched his fist with his returning power...

He let go of the spear and aimed his crudely repaired fist at the farseers head. the low powered psychic field that protected him broke on impact as his prey was thrown backwards yet he was too close already and the Necron hand grabbed firmly around his head. he threw the thing on the ground.

Here you lie… Farseer.

"Your kind holds no place in this world. Your time is long over, your wonders gone." His voice boomed with returning power. You must understand. You build your empire on the ruins of ours, you did not learn from the errors we made...

The warp cannot be tamed. It is a abhorrent to the good of this world. Your belief you can control such forces are an illusion. you will eventually fail. I am no longer fighting an empire of the Eldar. I am fighting those that cling to survival. Those that does much like us refuse to die. And by that Eldar we are much more alike than you would believe.

The psyker squirmed as the Necron gave him a soft kick. If he expired now there would be no psychic trauma for him to transmit.

"I will admit I in my weaker moments loves to boast. But right now you have shown me a hint of truth. All empire falls. But here is what sets us apart."

The overlord raised his foot on top of the chest of Farseer and started to shift his weight onto the ribcage.

"Much like you stood over me just moments earlier, is an excellent metaphor of what sets us apart."

The Wraithbone glyphs on the farseers chest began to crack, but those were not the only bones that had begun breaking. as the robe began to grow dark underneath.

Your empire stays down.

Mine gets back up.

Barthok looked around her as the warriors rewinded through time and space to the place they were brought down. The song of the spheres now looming in the air. She turned her one eye to see what had become of the enemy.

The Red ones, The fire dragons had returned and she raised her hand. This time not in warning as she first had done. This time the green particles manifested themselves as a thick cloud and soon the Gauss fizzled out the eldar had been dissolved into atomic dust.

The gesture of the Laughing God
The Laughing God's agents invade the Sacarelica as the monoliths makes planetfall on the Imperial feral world of Greev 2. Ambushing the emerging warriors the harlequins invade the heart of the sacarelica through the monoliths eternity gates.

Splitting up into 2 groups. Guided by a shadow seer they know what they are looking for. Having one make their way to the Null field generator to destroy it.

Yet Telokeer is more cunning than the foresight of the Harlequins and devise a plan convincing Dalverkhet, Barthok and Dunkel to intercept the invaders and as the Aeldari fight their way through the mindless ranks and canoptek monsters they find themselves blinded by the illusions of Telokeer, he had pulled some strings and the harlequins are ambushed by Decontia foundations Tomb blades leaving them to their doom, as everyone being captured or blasted to atomic dust.

While the other group is being chased by the master duelist and the crypteks, the threat is ended when the Head of the Krome decapitate the solitaire..

Fall of Titans
The Sacarelic crypteks has picked up the presence of rouge C’tan shards and would investegate. Zeetheranok finds Sautekh Dynasty stalled by the Collegia Titanica, that control the god machines that towers across the battlefield. He realizes that the god fragments fighting the god machines. It would seem they has been released and thus failed in destroying the behemoths of metal and machine.

Zeetheranok deploys along with the Cakths foundation in its full force and unleashes doom on the Titans. The remaining 2 warhounds and the warlord titan cannot react fast enough as hundreds of monoliths, stars to deploy hundreds of thousands of necrons fresh necron troops. Gauss weaponry begins to burden the void shields but despite the effort the titans metal skin is still intact from the onslaught of the Necron weaponry. Nyth Tomb blades dispose of the Skitarii cohorts scampering at the titans feet. And despite several sauntek boarding parties they fail in taking down the titans.

Zeetheranook orders a final assault on the Titans and draws on the minds of his awakened warriors and makes the conculations. He arranges several Monoliths to a certain untraditional attack pattern. Dropping from orbit the Monolith is guided into an angle and hitting the Titan in the back the god machine and begins to fall. As gravity helps it. Imotekh looks on, and with his cold gaze has no intent on giving thanks the Sacarelic warriors but only observe as they phase back to the Sacarelica. Planning.

Moonfall
Dalverkhet and Lord Zerg oversees a psychological project that is foiled by an Ork Waaagh Unimpressed by the project lord Zerg uses his relic staff to let one of the planets moons crush the planet surface suffering the orks no more. Zerg returns to the deeps of the void to oversee the order of the world leaving Daver to begin over again.

Knight Breaker
Dunkel and his forces deploys on the knight world of Sigmarite 3 and wage battle against the local population, until the Knight formations answer the call of it’s people. Dun’kel not one to shy away from even such a threat decides to lead the charge and out maneuver the knight and captures them off guard as he disables the mighty war machines one after the other.

Allowing the Baron to escape and take flight as the Necron forces overruns the planet.

The Conquest of Glastar
Dunkel and Dalverkhet arrive on the planet of Glastar prime. Being under assault from an imperial crusade trying to take back the planet from the Sacarelic extermination protocol.

Supporting the front under Akaneleanok’s command, Dunkel seeks to convince her to allow command to him yet the two unable to agree is allows the Imperial forces to make progress. Yet at the height of battle The Knight Baron that had joined the crusade in order to avenge his world breaks formation and goes to hunt down Dun’kel.

Akanelea and Dunkel finally breaks the cold air and take down the knight with combined efforts. Turning the tide as imperial morale goes down along with barons life.

The Rift opens
Following the birth of Yennard and the destruction of Cadia. The sacarelic necrons watches as light years of Empyrean energies fills the night sky as a dark scar sheering across the galaxy. Displeased seeing as his efforts against life and the starvation of the warp has failed Zeetheranok gather his dynasty that has far from recovered... As his temper is dispersed by the crown, every single Necron of the sacarelic dynasty know what they must do.As he recites the oath of the exterminators they all feel anew the hatred that in the age of old made the necron galactic genocide. As Sacarelican worlds starts awakening across the Galaxy.

He initiate what will be the greatest mobilizing the entire dynasty. Awakening forces for a great mission, to reawaken the tombs across the galaxy so that they too may be able to help the defence against the flesh plague of the tyranid and the psychic infestation that has taken so much of the galaxy.

The Galaxy will be saved from the living that so desperately tries to destroy it. He awoke from the creation of the Eye of terror, now they see with their own eyes what the great sleep brought them. And the time is to act.

Every Foundation awakening is hasted, Every Canoptek rebuilding, repairing or preparing for the dawn of a new age. Legions of long dormant warrior is stirred to life again, Energies untold is poured into the weapons of destructions, the mighty shipyard sof the Bekath is renewed to once again produce mighty void fleets.

A Great Purpose
"Gathered subjects. I have called to you with great urgency." His voice boomed across the atrium where he had allowed his court to bring their courts with them to spread the word. "As you may be aware of, there has been a critical failure in the Pylon system that has kept the psychic presence in the galaxy at a threshold."

One of the pylon worlds held by the Humans has fallen.The mechanical chittering begang. The clicking voices. The deep and monotone mixed. But he again raised his voice.

“It was bound to happen. And it is with haste we must act to limit the spread of this fissure in the fabric of reality. Now I have called you here to get your input. I have communicated with the other dynasties. They appear to agree to a truce should we act now.”

More mechanical mumbling again. He knew already what they thought. it was would have been counterproductive had he not suspected that he could gain something from this.

Akanleanok was the first to break the order and floated forward in the empty air. The bulk of her Destroyer platform hovered with a single hum up to him. She spoke with a voice not unlike his own: “Do you intent we bow to the other dynasties? running their errants! Where is your pride Brother!”

There were agreement to be read in the minds of his subjects. But he knew already what he had to do.

“I do not bow to anyone. I will act accordingly to the need of the world. Sister.” She ascended to face him eye to eye.

“Will you now! Have we not endured your reign of incompetence for long enough. Brother.”

Her insults were only tolerated as they came from his own royal blood. And as he himself was of the same blood he retorted: “I do not regin an incompetent. But my subjects weil are second to the greater universe. Sister.”

“hear that, Our Phaeron condemn ourselves for the game of the other dynasties.” She had turned to the gathering of the Dynastys lords.

Dunkel were quick to act. he had also stepped forth and raised his sword towards him.

A rasphy laughter escaped the Overlords skull. “Before you challenge me a second time to rule my dynasty in my place I will have to remind you about the part that we were offered.”

Zeetheranok raised his arms out wide.

Akanleanok turned again. Her gaze empty. The green sparks in her eyes had dulled a bit. He Unveiled his triumph card. Every dynasty has let down their claim on wars meaning that neutral ground is now free game. We can without fear now expand.

The worlds of The sauntekh is still theirs by claim but they too are mustering a great effort to rebuild the great network. Even the Mephrit and the Nikhalih has agreed. Their efforts are far from over but should we be there first. Any world we build these pylons on are ours.

“They just agreed to this?” even below the dry monotone voice surprise was apparent

Aposis rose this time. His unearthly presence silenced those that did not already listen. Even Dunkel kept silent.

“Tactical Advantage... The Sacarelic: mobile. Restore it’s full power: need planet. Holding materials, construct the Null pylons, place into the planet's crust no need for local resources. Primary action: Restore Sacarelica.”

Telokeer turned. “I already have a place in mind. We are in fact already close enough.”

“Then that is how we do it.”

Akanleanok and Dunkel exchanged glances. They both returned to each of their place.

Death of Mining World Curvus
The shade in the night sky grew, first a blank spot to a overwhelming shadow of darkness, The Sacarelica had arrived to its first world, it needed to feed. The planet of Curvus being the center of production in the nearby sectors would be the first to witness the newfound wrath of Zeetheranok.

At first the planet did not respond but was reported to only have gone cold, a few space thugs found what remained of the citadel of administration floating aimlessly in space, scorched clean for colour and life, Sterilized as if all life has gone, it’s blank stone and features degraded by something immaterial as if aged by time unseen.

The papers and servitors within held little to no information and their skin red as if bleached by great sunlight. All data recorded by the machine spirits was gone.

The low lifes wondered what could have lifting the spire of a hive city into space, it touched the darkest echoes of terrors forgotten by man and began the dreams of darkest mysteries. Imprinted in the terrible implications, as the case became not singular. More such ruins, mining vehicles and corpses in the thousands appeared in the void, all of them having the dreadful scars of radiation and exposure to such things that man could not comprehend, for their melted eyes and scorched skin revealed little of what had robbed them of their life. Safe for a great fire. Rumors began.

The Extermination of Carcer Primaris
Carcer Primaris was the crown of the system, having seen very little in the way of combat this peaceful world had had minor incoursions of corruption and the riots so common to an imperial world. The Ecclesiarch of the human priesthood had little problems though the millina and had the administratum station few forces there to stand ready. The Planetary Defence force had been trained poorly and the world had seen little combat in ages safe for the rumors of things in the jungles of the south.

It’s flora was rich in life and many great collectors had been birthed there. Yet they too now found themselves in mystery that their sister planet did not respond. Rumors or conspiracy began but as more and more ruins began to rain down from the sky they could not but wonder what had happened, all becomes clear.

The mighty world engine loomed in the void. The new resources gained from the planet was converted into Necrodermis and the wounds of time that once plagued the Sacarelica was no more. The engine had finally been restored to its former glory, by Delektors design the mighty world engine once again had recovered.

Monoliths had landed on Carcer within hours creating landing zones of once peaceful fields was now carpeted with silver, green eldritch bolts stirred up black clouds as the atmosphere began to wither away.

The defenders had spotted them and would have send out a distress signal but like Curvus were not able to do so. The Relics of the long lost old ones had been calibrated into a Null field that blocked out the warp enveloped the planet. Telokeer had seen to that. And with the careful study of the notes on the plaques Dalverkhet had learned to manipulate time and space into psychic null. Barthok being key in solving the mysteries but did not care for the credit. She descended with Zeetheranok to destroy population centers and oversee the Extermination personally.

Within days the forests and green fields where nothing but barren deserts of grey ashe as the gauss flayers made short progress of the plant life and left sandstorms ravage the planet, killing what fleet and left what survived to starve on this dead world, with no atmosphere. The human inhabitants had little to do but look as the poorly trained planetary defence force tried to hold back the flood of living metal that now infested the planet.

Delektor was tasked with scouring the wastelands. And the great arhitect used great canoptek swarms to scourge the entire planet. within a month planet was a grey sterile rock.

The Imperial Navy would confirm this hundreds of years later, as the planet has dropped out of the Imperial archives and it would take years to realize that they were in fact in the correct system.

The Extermination of System Detor
As Carcer primaris falls to the necron onslaught, the rest of the system is left at the mercy of cold murderous legions of the sacarelic, no prayers from the local Ecclesiarch forces or the priesthood can ward off the material invaders.

Soon the Detor Systems is rid of life.

The Awakening of Planet Decontia
Returning on the request of the Decontia officials they have finally located their old world, knowing that this world would be a Necron tomb world the Sacarelic dispachese Decontia scouts to investigate it, it is now a fortress world holding out against the Tau.

The Decontia being the key to the sacarelicas navigation easily convinced the phaeron that destroying both forces will be in the advantage of the Great extinction.

Zeetheranok agrees and allows the Decontia with backing of the Krome to decent on the planet and take it. Dunkel winning over the Decontia’s favor as he assists them.

Another step closer to being able to overtake the Sacarelica.

The Angel
Telokeer is in search of a necron artifact, finding the local governour easy to disagree with as he has proven directly hostile towards his diplomatic advances, yet finds in his search that singular human, in a small town has located the artifact and now holds it, he plays the human a trick and appears to him as a angel of the Emperor. Granting him 3 wishes if he would return the artifact to him. Telokeer reading in the minds of the man to be simple of desires.

His first wish was enough gold to pay his taxes, Telo’keer gives him a singular imperial throne, after that he proceed to hacks into the imperial system crashing all of the planets administration. Servitors going mad as scrolls of administrations burns and records are lost. The small town is simply by passed by the tax collectors as the administration lies in ruins.

The next day he wishes enough food to feed the entire town for the winter. Praising himself lucky that his little subject does not live in a larger City telokeer steals away the food rations from the capital hive city and makes the suppys appear on the outskirts of town.

Much enjoying the fact that he is troubling with the Governor. Yet he finds that his little game is jeopardized as the local ecclesiarchy begins to pilgrim to the city as the rumors of this Angel. Most problematic happens when a detachment of Sisters of battle marches in and tell that there is foul works at play.

Telokeer would leave but finds he still owe the human one “wish”. Not one to break a deal, as it would be bad business. The ecclesiarchy begins their search of heretics and starts setting the small town ablaze he uses his last wish to make them stop.

He appear before them in the angelic guise telling them to put down their arms yet the sisters spots him though the disguise… not for what he truly is but they think him a daemon.

Having enough of it Telokeer unleashes his true form and lets his scrolls eat the sisters. Feeding on their despair as they are forced to wander eternally inside the pocket dimensions praying to their god emperor as the scrolls presence wear down their minds.

Taking his leave Telokeer finds himself satisfied with his little jest. Legends and songs are written about him for ages to come

The Green Purges
The ork infested planets patrolled by The ultramarines in the Ultramar sector suddenly is found without a single living greenskin. The reports mention the strange absence of stars at cloudless nights and the strange humming of what could have been engines. But unlike any engines known to man.

The Local populations finds huge dusty deserts where the known ork population had been the strongest. And while the incidental ork banner sticks out of the sand they are rarely more intake than a meter in size. The decisive leftovers from orks are to be found as Squig bones and gretchen limbs can be found when the local wildlife feeds on what remains. But of regular orks are not to be found at all.

Other reports tells of great green thunder storms rising out of nothing only to subside shortly after. A single ork is found the creature had been revived by the Mechanicus that wonders if they created some super weapon.

The ork reveals to them that the him and his mates were assaulted by something in the dark of night. The ork dies several days later due to poor conditions and interrogations.

The Pax Incident
Unknown city detected, investigation proved that it had potential for reconstruction. City defence has through some investigation been restored by the Mechanicus; their investigation of the city has proven to show signs of seismic activity, nothing of note.

Unknown signature has been detected

Single psyker has been recovered saying something is stalking him.

Further investigation has been issued.

Subject has been restrained due to suspicion of unsafe activities. But cooperates for the sake of his protection.

Target located, we have been approached by an assassin of the Office Assassinarum he has us pinned down.

Images has been received from orbital scans of the city, they show movement through the city. Orbital scans now confirm the movement of enemy forces towards our location.

We got visual contact with- [NECRONs]- Defensive measures has been taken. Forces has been deployed to repel the threat.

Enemy has been stalled, awaiting reinforcements.

Holding the defended area. All Mechanicus has evacuated the city and reinforcements are inbound. City defenses prove efficient to hold off the enemy forces. Reinforcements has come and the threat has been neutraliz-

Enemy reinforcements has arrived, their numbers are too great.

All forces has been evacuated. All wounded has been taken out with the Vendettas all other forces have reported back at the ground base.

All signs of the stray psyker has been lost and enemy forces have overrun the Assassin. <<<

McGroy took yet another slurp of his glass, emptying it, he was filled with a grim feeling about the city but he felt proud that his blood still showed signs of great potential. He put it into his drawer; already overflowing with reports. His sons had performed extraordinary. He was on sight, as his men aimed their bombardment planet-side. One thing he would not run out off soon was ammunition; he could bombard them for years to come. He leaned back saving this thoughts trying to forget it for a moment, yet… peace would not come to him just yet….

He heard a sound, a strange one… a knocking on glass… he turned towards the window, out into the cold-vacuumed void to see something out there. Something too big to be an asteroid came into view, A ship not of any human design, the sharp shapes, and the pyramid feature on top was a dead giveaway. He stopped breathing for a moment. Space, the sanctum for his operations, where he launched his forces now violated by this...this...thing.

The monolithic tomb ship drifted slowly by in the distance. He could tell it was at least 15 kilometers long.

“Magnificent isn’t it?” a raspy dry voice said behind him. Something was in the room… the monotone sound spoke out like a whisper, echoing throughout his office.

McGroy turned to see a skeletal figure mummified in metallic bonds, that seemed to move like there was a soft wind in the room, yet no such thing was. Ghostly and towering over the rogue trader by half a meter. Its metal bones were hidden well under the bonds of metal that bore glyphs of a language not meant to be spoken by mortals, a grim smile was on the creature’s death mask that covered its skull and its cosmic age was written across its body in scratches and hints of rust that could just as well betray the eye.

Its bodywork was not like anything he had seen in his long life involving the many wonders and horrors of the relationship with the Mechanicus.

It moved with grace of a living being despite being metal, no chance of being a suit as he could see glimpse rays of light coming from the other side of the room though its ribbed torso. McGroy was quick to act, he produced his storm bolter, and directed it up against the intruder yet he halted before emptying the clip into the bodywork of the Xeno intruder.

“Easy now Rouge trader, if I were here to fight I would have not thrown away the advantage of surprise, would I” the ghoulish construct spoke in an emotionless voice that cut straight to his very soul, slick and sharp.

In disbelief, he looked at it, “They don’t talk… they don’t knock on windows but they do die… “ He opened fire at the alien creature and saw as the bolts simply falling to the ground after impact on the monstrous thing… Then they went off, showering the room in light, flint and shrapnel.

McGroy ducked and took cover behind his office table that had been reinforced to protect him from anything, and it had earned justice for the price he paid for it back then. As many trades in this office had turned down a very bad road.

“Tsk tsk tsk” the raspy voice said… “I am here to talk… My employer is not very pleased with your offense against his forces… but he finds you… worthy of a chance…”

McGroy looked over the table edge, Bolter first.

“What do you suggest…Xeno?!!”

Once again, the hollow voice began to cut at his soul, as the words were banefully slowly escaping him, almost as they never were meant to be said.

“He wants to… Trade”

“Trade what?!” McGroy raised himself upright and stood tall.

“Your help, for our… peace…”

“Stop speaking like a preacher and cut to the chase....” McGroy’s eyes were almost in flames, his determination was flaming, though he had had a bad day already… but if this was going to be his last; he’d go out with some dignity.”

“Stop your assaults against the Necron forces on the planet below us and we will spare you and your forces from the fate of extermination that my Phaeron brings to this planet. He has some interesting… obsessions.

He seeks only the destruction of the native races… now. If I could put a word through to him… and you would not get in his way… we will leave the planet alone after all other life has been exposed to the “Glorious Extermination”.

McGroy looked in disbelief at the ragged and ancient machine that had given an offer that sounded most interesting, but being a Rogue Trader means more than just making deals, there is always a catch and these aliens would seem treacherous at any turn and twist that they get their wicked hands at. And this Phaeron… he had heard that word before somewhere inside his mind, somehow it was escaping his thoughts, he had to focus.

“What’s the downside to this, xeno?” He firmly asked, raising an eyebrow to show his doubts.

“My phaeron sees it… as your forces are either not important or simply insignificant, but still sees you as a possible threat to the smoothness of this operation. Now I am not the one to speak the words of my overlord, I am but the messenger.”

“Yeah… and why not just wipe us out? Your ship out there isn’t tough enough. I’ve been in space battles before; my fleets against your ship… your chances are not looking good. I think your Phaeron is scared”,

For the first time since the encounter had started, McGroy’s arguments finally had some solid ground in it. He remembered the words his Father always said, “When weapons does not solve the problem, words might just do the job and more” those words had saved him many times over. The machine still just stood there, as if it was thinking… or processing, he had seen this before with most people… much similar to his meeting with some Mechanicus fella’ that just simply froze… this was maybe his chance.

“While it is true that your fleet is impressive on its own… I will admit that I am not here to measure the force of our weapons, knowing your type… Let me throw in something good for you then…”

McGroy knew he had hit a weak point in the machines argument, and he was now trying to convince him by trying to bribe him out. “What you think is wor-“. He was cut short as the bindings around the skeletons body began to unfold and reveal something new….

McGroy quickly readied his storm bolter again and was about to open fire as something unexpected hit the floor in front of him.

As if pulled out of some heretical portal, the bindings fell aside to reveal 2 figures that shocked him and surprised him. What looked like a twitching native and a muscular man, embalmed in synthskin, lay on the ground in front of him...

“These two were recovered fighting at your side... one tried to escape though the means of the warp… the other was acquired by our Lych Gaurds... both put up quite a fight for humans… I think you want them for your own good”

“Emperor be…” he mumbled to himself. Astonished by this sudden development. He was sure that man was a Vindicare, the helmet and the weapon that was attached to him, little doubt was to be had.

“Even though the necron forces won’t touch you anymore... you need to fight off an entire planet… first. Now I see you have little hold of the planet itself... and if the necrons were to perish of all sudden… the weakest would go first.”

McGroy took a deep breath, he could see it… without the necron threat to occupy the Local imperial forces he had provoked with his sudden instruction and the other xeno races, he would be a lone group isolated from any allies, not even the Mechanicus would help him decimate an entire planet for anything he could offer right now.

Maybe this… would be the better deal off for now. He could always consider the development later.

Before he made any further thoughts, the door opened and a squad of Veterans stepped into the room wearing their flak armor, led by McGroy’s youngest son that had received the word from an operator watching his father’s office televox feed. The feed had been disrupted by a sudden unexplainable interference. It had taken a nearby tech priest some time to restart the system and see some strange disturbance on the feed and something laying on the floor.

Something must have prevented them from seeing the giant alien in the middle of the room, as the guardsmen that entered the room had requested access though the intercom, but had received but dead air, and decided to go check on him. Their reaction nevertheless was what to expect. As these had not been in any state prepared for what met them in the room.

The doors shut, and locked itself… and the camera feed once again died.

What happened afterwards were a blur, most of McGroy’s men never heard about this episode while rumors said that a devil itself had entered the room and had cast off some kind of evil curse, the officers quickly discarded it and most of those with what seemed to be common sense did the same.

One man that was hospitalized reported sightings of a creature made from pure evil, rambling about skeletons. He was spared from seeing his X-ray scans. Other men that had entered that room was also reported to the medical bay for having crushed ribs and had somehow passed out from what seemed to be… a lack of air in the room. Saying that their wounds were caused by their flak armor locking up. This theory was not well received, yet faded as more grave matters had happened aboard the ship.

Such as another mysterious character that had appeared aboard the ship, he was declared a stowaway, and send to the fleets imperial shrine where a set of multiple missionaries, made a schedule to tend to him and his traumatic experiences locked up inside a tight space without light and little oxygen.

They took good care of him, yet rumors said that this individual had shown psychic potential and heretical icons on his hands. But after a few weeks of intense praying and the missionaries hard work on the man’s mind he had miraculously “saved his soul”. Whatever that meant.

Something more mysterious had been reported amongst the crew. A single room was filled with medical equipment and several of McGroy’s best doctors working constantly for days. In addition, not any of them never mentioned the incident again.

Somehow later, a lifelong friend of Galan, captain of the Comet Imperator and old friend McGroy, had appeared, he was a muscular man of strong standing, highly intelligent and agile as no other man.

And in addition, hadn’t a single missed shot on the shooting range.

All this was happening aboard the ships in orbit around the planet. Yet on the planet’s surface, the Necron threat had changed directions in some areas and focused its efforts completely elsewhere. That no one questioned what happened that day is outstanding on its own. However, the war for the planet kept on. In addition, this event would be one of many in the planets history that never reached the light of day.

Many more fights were to come.

Judgment
You are not one to judge us. Psyker. your Deamons whisper you lies of the past. I were no slave. I were no mere servant. I was a warlord. Master of the my own worlds Legions under my will.

My will is my own
And yet your king rebelled, The psyker retorted.

He only succeed with my help.

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