There was another long period of silence, the only sounds in the room being the ambient hum of machinery and the Percy's heart pounding in his chest.

'Just what the hell is this kind of reaction?!'

Considering the level of damage to the house, Percy had predicted that they all had been brought to life, or were at least fighting, for about half an hour. While they could have been brought to life earlier and were simply exploring before the war had broken out, Percy still had no idea what the Necrons could possibly have been doing to get this kind of reaction towards him. His mind was being overworked, all the stress he had been feeling within the past half an hour or so was beginning to catch up to him. It was as if someone was just messing with him at this point. He tried to come up with something intelligent, but was only able to get out one word.

"What?"

There was a visible reaction for the Necron Lord, whether it was an overlord or just a lord was beyond him, for he certainly did not make the figure kneeling before him, because of one important detail. The obviously female Necron shifted in a manner similar to nervousness, obviously struggling to keep from looking up at him when she spoke again. While he couldn't see her form very well, her robotic voice was unmistakably female.

"Is there a problem, Great Builder?"

'Yes, there most certainly is a problem!'

Was what he wanted to say, but Percy didn't consider himself stupid enough to let a chance to pacify the Necrons get away from him so easily. Granted, he was still terrified and thoroughly confused. Grasping at anything, he said the first thing that came to mind.

"'Great Builder'?"

This time, he could see the alien robot shudder before responding in a fearful tone.

"I-if the title is not fitting of your great self, we will gladly refer to you as something else!"

Percy shook his head, the robot's obvious respect and fear of him allowing him to think more clearly than outright hostility would. He thought about his words carefully, trying to gain as much information as possible while coming off like he knew everything, or such info was normally beneath him. If he was being honest, he was trying with all his might not to collapse from exhaustion from the day's ordeals.

"What lead you pick that title in the first place?"

The machine seemed to relax as it realized he was simply asking why it had called him that, rather than what it had called him. She remained knelt as she explained, still not raising her head to speak to him directly.

"As our tomb came online after a suddenly loss of all power and redeployed scouts, they eventually came across your personal assembly yard. When the tomb realized that more of our kin were being built there, and the general appearance of the area indicating the dwelling place of a great being, we came to the realization that we were in the presence of one who could truly make more of us. That was a feat that not even the cursed C'tan could do. As such, we came up with that title while we waited for your return, for we didn't wish to disturb any of your great works by accident."

Percy was surprised by the short explanation, granted he had asked only why they had called him 'Great Builder', not explain their entire situation. But what they did explain did help clear the confusion swirling inside his head. They thought he had literally made and brought all of them to life due to the Necron warriors in various stages of completion on his desk.

While he believed this was technically true for some of them, he most certainly didn't bring them all to life. He needed to get past the 'shock and awe' stage so he could reasonably talk to them and explain everything as best as he could. He also needed to get a good idea who he was dealing with. If this was an underling of a famous Necron, he was going have some problems. He slowly walked over and stood before the gathered host.

"Arise and identify yourself."

The individual gracefully stood up, allowing Percy to get a good look at her without his mind crippling fear messing with him.

"I am Euryra the Magnificent, an Overlord of the Djedenna dynasty."

Yep. Someone was definitely messing with him.

While he did know that the Necrons did in fact possess females among their top forces, he knew for a fact that a model of the entity in front of him did not exist.

She truly was, magnificent. Upon her head was a variant of the stereotypical crown present on all NecronLords, a feature held by many Necrons that still held their personalities. She had metal cables coming out of her head and into the space between her raised collar and neck, giving off the appearance of hair. Her face, while still rather long and skeletal, was rounder had a slightly softer expression on her immobile face, which did indeed remind one of a females' when compared to her grimmer brethren. She still had the stereotypical large shoulder plates and flowing metal linked cloak around her, but her body was certainly stood out the most.

For one, her legs, while metal and mechanically segmented, where round and would be considered toned if they were organic. Her hips themselves did not disappoint, but past that was the mechanical spinal section, putting a dent in the fantastic image so far. Her torso was slightly smaller than the rest of her kind, but had certain 'additions' added to her ribcage like chest.

Meaning she had breasts.

Sizable ones.

While Percy knew Warhammer could get rather shameless with its models, seeing some of the Slaanesh or Sisters of Battle figures, he honestly wasn't expecting this from a Necron. All in all, she had a nice, curvy build that a lot of nerds would drool at, but was really just really throwing Percy off. It helped that she was smaller than the size of his pointer finger, but is still made him feel really weird.

Percy realized that it had been some time that he had been examining her, and panicked slightly. Euryra didn't seemed fazed, probably because she somehow believed he was and builder of some kind and was simply looking over her with a critiquing eye. But Percy knew he had things much more important things to do than stare at robot women. He tried to think of a way to break the news of her situation to her, as well as the existence of the others before they ran into each other and started fighting.

"While, I glad you managed to get a hold of your situation in a reasonable manner, the same could not be said about the others."

Percy said, knowing the question that came next.

"What others do you speak of, if I may ask?"

He mentally smiled. 'Nailed it.'

"Well you see, you are not the only beings in this place. I have dabbled not only in the creation of mechanical life, but also organic. Are you aware of the race known as humans?"

The mechanical female's face didn't move, but he could have sworn she was frowning from her tone.

"We are aware. The tomb having to 'deter' some explorers now and then."

While he didn't get the best feeling form her tone, Percy at least knew she didn't completely detest them as many Necrons did.

"Well, I have some of them as well in the lower level of my home, which is where you are now."

Euryra tilted her head to the side in curiosity as she asked a sudden question.

"You wouldn't happen to know of Trazyn the Infinite, would you?"

Percy blinked as a very famous Warhammer name was suddenly dropped. He thought quickly on how to respond.

"W-well, I do know of him, but I have never actually had any interactions with him or his forces."

Due to the ridiculous number of things in the eccentric machines has done in order to expand his collection, and the fact that no one knows when he woke up for the 'Great Sleep', Percy would rather not come into contact with him. Ever.

"Well, that cannot be helped. He rather keeps to himself if you don't have anything he finds interesting."

While Percy would find it rather interesting to learn more about the universe's 'most humorous' Necron, he had more pressing issues at the time.

"What is your knowledge of the status of the galaxy at large during the 41st millennium?"

"An allied dynasty was kind enough to keep an info cache up to date in our tomb, so we are quite aware of the what has happened these past millennia."

Percy breathed a sigh of relief as he realized he didn't have to explain the state of things during the 41st to them. He would be there for literal days.

"Well, I have sizable hosts from quite a few factions below us. The Tau, Imperial Guard, Sisters of Battle, Space Marines, and Eldar among them."

He was quite nervous of her reaction when she was told that there were Eldar under the same roof as her. Euryra simply placed her hand on her chin in an expression of thought.

"If that is the case, that does explain the noises we have heard over the past few minutes. Would I be wrong in guessing violent reactions from the humans, while the other two having more reserved reactions?"

Percy shook his head, seeing she wasn't kidding about already having substantial knowledge about the other races.

"It would be extremely beneficial to me, if you would be so kind as to remain in here? The other races will probably forfeit the ceasefire I enforced on them the moment they discovery of you."

Percy then pointed to the work desk, trying his best to drive his point home.

"Such a development would possibly threaten my work. So, would you please remain here and hidden for the time being? If only just until I deal with the others so that they are in more, 'accepting' moods."

The Necron only glanced at the workplace before nodding resolutely. She then bowed again while placing her hand over her well-endowed metal chest.

"We of the Djedenna dynasty, swear to not leave our tombs until such time as you call upon us once again, Great Builder."

Percy realized that Euryra, and probably any other Necron that could still talk, were going to keep calling him that. He tried to keep a straight face when he came up with a replacement on the spot.

"My name is Percival Reacher. If you must know, 'Lord Percival' works for the sake of brevity. I would prefer to be called such."

"All hail Lord Percival!"

"""ALL HAIL LORD PERCIVAL!"""

'Man, could I get used to that.' Percy grinned as the Warriors cried out his name before marching back into their tomb. Euryra nodded to him before vanishing into the glowing portal, all of them closing after her departure. The tomb returned to its original stillness.

Percy let out a shaky breath as he tried not to fall to his knees. Dealing with all these guys was exhausting him from the stress alone. Although, he did enjoy the bit of roleplay he pulled during his interactions. Then again, being revered as a deity of sorts did wonders to a persons' mood.

A small noise drew his gaze to the lone Necron Warrior on his desk, now trying to find its way down by jumping onto his well cushioned chair, preventing any harm from coming form is relatively massive fall. He smiled as it appeared to be calculating how to scale down the rest of the way without the aid of the cushions. He walked over to the small thing, his approach drawing its attention. He simply held his open hand at the edge of the seat, hoping the Necron could figure it out.

For a moment, the unit simply looked between the offered ride and Percy's face, before slowly walking onto appendage. The little guy was surprisingly heavy, but being made of metal was probably the cause. Still, all that weight focused on just its feet wasn't the most comfortable feeling, but easily bearable for Percy with a bit of will. He slowly made his way over to the former diorama, trying not to knock the warrior over during his trip. Being extra careful, Percy leaned over the side of the base, and deposited the warrior next to one of the monoliths, whose portal immediately sprung to life. The warrior bowed to Percy before vanished itself inside the temple.

Percy didn't know why, but the whole interaction, while odd and nerve-wracking in its own right, left him with a very pleasant feeling. While he had expected the cooperation of the Tau, he was very pleased with reaction of the Imperials in all this. Granted, it probably had everything to do with the Salamanders being present. The Eldar, acted exactly how he had expected, if perhaps being a bit more hospitable than expected.

Percy prayed that his lucky streaked continued as he opened the door, and once again looked down the barrels of miniature guns.

It seemed that in the time he had his conversation with the Necrons, the Imperial forces had moved a significant portion of their forces to the front of his room, with their airships floating above them. The Tau and Eldar were present, but where stay in their ships and hanging out in the back.

The sound of someone clearing their throat caught his attention.

"Would you be so kind as to explain to us what transpired in that room just now? Whatever caused you to have such a sudden reaction has been dealt with hopefully."

'Shit.'

Percy thought quickly of what to say to these guys. Telling them the truth would only result in a blood bath. He tried acting tough and crossed his arms with a serious expression.

"I was worried that one of your forces may have made their way to my room, which is the room behind me. I was fearful that they may have disturbed the work I have in there."

"Which is?"

Came the instant reply. Percy really hoped that this tough act worked on these guys. He wasn't particularly fearful of the Tau, he could ask them just to not mess with his stuff and they would probably listen. The Eldar, would probably just read his mind and figure out the truth anyway. He hoped that his thoughts would convince them not to start a war they would probably lose, if not suffer grievous casualties from.

He narrowed his eyes and continued his act.

"It is my personal project, and is none of your concern. You have already checked me for taint and lies, so you can trust me when a say this."

It was at this moment that Percy felt that same string like sensation he felt from the human psyker. Realizing someone was trying to read his mind, even from this great distance. Going off of gut instinct, he mentally grabbed hold of the living string with the intent of throwing it out. The moment he 'grasped' the thing, he suddenly felt another person's train of thought, who was trying to figure out the truth of what was in the room from the living titan. But the moment he grasped it, the persons mental probe writhed like a worm in his grasp. The sudden and rather repulsive response caused Percy to instantly toss the thing away as hard as he could, accidently crushing it in the process.

This resulted in a robed man suddenly falling over in spasms deep within the formation, the cries of his comrades drawing the attention of the entire host. Percy started sweating again as he realized that he probably just performed a mental attack on the poor man, although it wasn't the same one as before. The entire host seemed to grow more and more agitated at this, some Commissars crying out for blood over this. That was until a Grey Knight librarian roared.

"HOLD!"

Before walking through the host himself. Percy waited with baited breath as the super human made his way over and knelt next to the writhing man. He then placed one of his armored hands on him before sighing heavily.

"His portion of his mind has been crushed. This man is luck he wasn't killed outright. While he will probably live, he is no longer suited for psychic combat."

While Percy blanched in horror at what he had just accidentally done, the man stood up and called out to those assembled.

"I stand by what my brother has said before concerning Sir Percival, and I suggest you all do as well."

He gestured to the writhing man before him.

"this man tried to peer into the mind of our new ally, and it seems was violently expelled and took serious mental damage because of it. Due to our situation, I say we honor what we agree before, and return to our own bases."

He glanced up at a still terrified Percy.

"While I too, am curious as to what lies in that room, from what I was able to gather from this man's mind, it is not worth fighting over it. Let us return my brothers."

Percy breathed a sigh of relief as the armed host slowly made its way back downstairs via aircraft ferry. While he was horrified that he had hurt that man unknowingly, he still couldn't bring himself to truly empathize for him. He had tried to peer into his mind with no consequences, and if Percy knew for one thing, he hated people messing with others' business when told not to. Granted, he didn't wish to mentally maim people over it, he still didn't like it and was more than willing to defend his mind from violation. He noticed that he could feel that water like presence around his mind and knew the Eldar were the cause. While he knew they were extremely more mentally skilled than him, he strongly thought of how he was more than willing to lash out if they didn't leave him alone, and the presences vanished.

Although Percy didn't believe for a second that they, or at all of them, were really gone. He knew they were too cunning for that. He glanced at some of the Eldar craft that had hung around afterwards and simply raised an eyebrow at them before they took turned and went back downstairs.

He immediately collapsed against his door, a wave of exhaustion washing over him.

This was going to be a long, long, day.

END OF CHAPTER 4