The Necrontyr, that was our name, our title, our curse. Once, we were weak, unable to live for more than a few years, we feared for our puny lives. We wondered our planet's surface, fearing that we may be killed by the radiation, or the storms that came and went, or by our own weak bodies. I was one of the lucky ones, the ones that lived longer than others, the ones that were blessed by this curse. We saw everything, the deaths of our friends, the deaths of our loved ones, the deaths of our children. We set out towards the stars, hoping to find a planet that would suit of short lives. We found ourselves wondering in the blackness of space, searching for any signs of a planet that could suit our needs. Then we discovered a most wretched race. The Old Ones, they were blessed with the gift of near god hood. The ability of psychics, an ability to control the warp, to use its power for their own purposes. We were furious, furious that these beings lived longer than us, furious that we had to live through the pain of watching our loved ones die in front of our eyes, furious that we were the only ones that feared for the shortness of our lives. And in our anger, we declared war against them. When our fury had died down, we had realized our mistake. The Old Ones used gates that could transport themselves to other systems in a matter of a few seconds. We turned towards our star, our ever hated enemy, to find a way to destroy our enemies. We did not find a weapon, but something that was even more destructive, the C'tan. It spoke into our minds, saying that it was hungry. It said it needed a new food source, other than the bitterness of the stars. We constructed it a new vessel, a body made from living metal. We saw this being as a god, a god that could destroy our enemies. It called itself the Nightbringer.

"I hunger for more than bitter stars. Give me life energies, give me souls!"

It told of us of more, more beings that were like it. We found them, with the guidance of our new lord, we found our lost gods. Then, they offered us an offer that we dared not refuse.

"Immortality" they said "We shall grant you the lifeless fate that you deserve."

We discarded our old, cursed flesh for bodies of gods. Most saw this as a blessing, others as treachery. But we did not care for the words of the unenlightened ones; we cared for only the destruction of the Old Ones. How I wish we had headed the words of the ones that left. The Old Ones did not know what to do, we were immortal. No one could stop us, not even the creatures that the Old Ones created. We flayed their flesh, we collected their souls, and we cut them down while they ran through their gates. We had won; we had destroyed the Old Ones. Now we were the dominate ones in the universe. But, the C'tan had other plans. They enslaved our minds and souls before we knew what had happened.

It was dark; it was an eternal sleep in which none of us could awaken from. As we slept in our living tombs, we began to hate a new enemy. We grew furious of the C'tan, though we could do nothing.

Until now.

For almost one million years, I had slept. Waiting till I could awaken from this black, endless night. Then, there was a flash. I was awake, for the first time in over one million years, I was awake. I turned to see where I was, all I saw were bodies and my comrades. They too had awakened from their sleep, they too were furious; they too were scared of where they were. We walked around this facility, we saw death all around us. Then a voice came into my head.

"You, you are the one that this orb was meant to belong to."

I did not understand. Though nothing at the time was easy to understand.

"You are the one who will lead your people to greatness. Out of slavery, and into legends. You, Kan Wreek, are the lord of your people."

"Who are you?" I asked. When the voice talked, I felt as if I was safe. Safe from any dangers that would try to do me harm.

"I am nothing, yet I am everything. Look down at what you grasp, Kan."

I looked at my right hand. It held a small, marble ball that shown with great brightness. It shown with blue and red, with familiar marking carved into it.

"It is the Orb of Cleansing. It cleans the mind and soul of any taint they hold. It protects you from any being that wishes to break your spirit and defile your mind. With it, you may free you and your people's being."

I held it close to my chest, feeling its warmth. I looked up, seeing a bright light. It was a door to the outside. Outside I saw my people battling armored beings, beings with shining swords and metal that could shoot out red flames. The flames could not hurt my people, but I could not bear to look.

"Kan, hold onto the orb and hold it to the sky."

I extended my arm, staring at the orb and imagining the horrors that my people had felt in their long, endless sleep.

"Now, read the marking that has been carved into the orb."

The marking now shown brighter than ever.

"Oh light, who has brought greatness to my enslaved mind. Brighten the minds of others so that they too know the meaning of freedom!"

With those words, the orb shined brightly. Pulses of light covered the battlefield. It felt as if it was affecting my people the most. The armored beasts covered their eyes as they found cover behind rocks and trees. As the pulses covered the field, I saw that my people looking up, dropping their weapons, looking towards me. I felt joy, joy that their nightmare was finally over.

"This is the first step to freeing you people, and freeing this universe from death and despair. You must promise me that you try and unite this universe so that they may combat the incoming darkness, a darkness that no one will be able to fight alone."

I felt the voice grow fainter and fainter.

"Wait, do you at least have a name?"

"I have many names. I am light, I am retribution, I am salvation, I am you, and you are me."

The voice was now just a whisper.

"Freedom, I am, in your people's tongue, freedom."

Ok, this is probably a first of many more stories to come a long with. First of all, I am going to set things straight really fast.

THIS IS JUST A "WHAT IF" KIND OF STORY. So don't freak out about races that would never do that. I am going to put a lot of the races in situations that will require them to band together.

You'll see what the voice is near the end of the story.

I am just starting to write stories, so later on they will be longer.

If you have any other questions, leave them in the reviews. I hope you support me along the way, and I hope that I can improve my writing skills.

NEXT TIME ON FREEDOM'S LEGION: 10 years have passed and the Tau have found out about the freed necron faction known as freedom's legion and attempt to make contact with them. But as the Tau ship known as the Enlightener comes under attack by a dark eldar ship in Freedom's Legion's air space, will the necron warriors squad known as Freedom's First be able to rescue the Tau diplomats? Or will the infighting of Captain Forlon and Captain Steel get in the way of the mission?