Life and Metal
I do no own warhammer or any of its intellectual properties, please don't sue me.
Chapter 1
"Freedom and loss"
A spark. That's all it took. A single spark in the dark, lifeless, crumbled cavern that used to be a thriving under city. The current slowly ran along the pitch black floor, past all the crushed and destroyed metal husks that used to be men and women and children. The green light flickered inside the tube as it ran from one husk to the next, searching for anyone still intact. One figure remained unharmed. As the current ran into the body, it changed and warped. The current grew in strength as it reached the "heart" of the being. Slowly life returned to the silent cave as dust fell and metal creaked.
Suddenly he was awake. He tried to think, it had been so long since he had been "alive" he guessed he could call it. His green glowing eyes flicked on and immediately began relaying information to his metal brain. Dust stones and metal littered the floor, which had once been his resting place. He tried to remember as everything slowly came back to him. He slowly began his bodies start up processes as he remembered who and what he was. "Strazon, a warrior, no no no that wasn't right" his brain whirred silently in his head. He lifted his hands up so he could look at them. They were metal and black and looked like bones coated in necrodermis; his auto low level night vision assisted his view as he looked over his arms. Now he remembered, he was a Necron.
Strazon let his arms return to his sides as he recalled his past. Brief flashes of gunfire and war flew through his mind. He dug deeper trying to recall a time before metal and machine. His only memory was of a boy, a boy before the metal, no older than five cycles holding his hand.
His body groaned as it returned to life after untold years. Strazon looked around the room slowly taking in what information he could. The high arches of the cave had collapsed, obviously, but for some reason, whether it be luck or fate, he was untouched. His hands grasped at his side reflexively. He looked down and noticed his weapon in pieces. A large stone had missed his body by mere centimeters and crushed the one thing he could remember vividly. More flashes of his Gauss Blaster disintegrating white clad organics flew past his vision. He would have smiled had he still had the capabilities. He enjoyed combat, with the knowledge he was immortal. "That's right." Strazon thought, "I am Immortal, an Immortal." Considering his current situation Strazon suddenly began to question his titled immortality.
Strazon reluctantly released the grip of the shattered weapon and moved his legs for what seemed to him like the first time in ages. Dust fell from his joints as he took his first few steps. His weight forced the steps to be heavy and loud in the silent cavern. Strazon's eyes suddenly locked on a small beam of light coming from a small crevice in a distant part of the cavern. He had no other objective, no overlord giving commands, so his brain reverted to his direct control. The freedom felt good. He quickened his pace toward the light, neither hoping for nor dreading what was on the other side. With each step, Strazon grew in confidence in his abilities. His pace quickened until he was at a dead sprint. He had never run before, and his metal body creaked and groaned with the force of each step. His hunched shoulders lumbered across the perilous stone floor with surprising grace. He jumped and ducked and climbed each obstacle with surprising strength and agility for a being his size and weight. After what seemed like ages to his hyperactive mind, Strazon finally reached the crack. He put his hands against its surface and felt the strength of the wall separating him from the light shining through the small separation. He felt the weakened stone and pushed. The wall fell into pieces under his inhuman strength, revealing the world he barely even recognized.