The was silence, before the Necrons erupted into laughter. The Overlord and Lychguard openly mocked the furious Eldar. The space marines kept their weapons up, but the Tau lowered theirs and laughed a bit too, albeit less enthusiastically as the Necrons. But Percy almost missed the Eldar's rather hilarious shock and rage filled reactions, because he was distracted by the laughs of the Necrons.

The Lychguard had that rather disturbing slightly human robotic laugh that seemed more condescending than anything. But Euryra's was surprisingly, normal. This confused Percy to no end, but managed to snap out of it as he heard the Eldar hiss out.

"What?"

"You heard me. If you are going to be allowed free reign to build interstellar transport in the name of returning to your people, should the Necrons not be able to do the same?"

Percy struggled to remain steadfast under the soul eroding glares of the Eldar, but by the Emperor, he was not going to let them do what they want with no consequences. Especially if it possibly results in humanity coming into contact with aliens before they are strong enough to handle it.

"Percival, while I agree with you in that the Eldar should not be allowed to contact their brethren within this age, are you sure possibly releasing the Necrons now is a good idea?"

Commander Shoh looked up at Percy, along with the space marines glancing at him. He smiled and nodded.

"The home-worlds of both the Tau and Humanity are not Necron tomb worlds, so they being released to the stars would not directly affect either race until much later. Even the expanse of the Necron empire at its height is still hundreds of systems away from either world."

He held a hand up just in time to stop the space marines from calling out in denyal.

"I know that releasing them will affect the futures of both races, but I believe it is a better fate than being simply destroyed by the Eldar. At least we still get to live free, and who knows? Perhaps the Necrons spreading their power out before the Great Fall will help lessen the blow on either race, with the Necrons Warp sealing technology."

This got the respective commanders to fall silent, before both nodded their affirmation and returning their focus to the Eldar. Percy could hear the sound of grinding teeth as the Eldar were face with the decision of either staying here with their races hated foes, or return home but release their greatest enemy to wage war with their people once more. The Imperial Fist captain, while he seemed to enjoy their suffering, called out gruffly.

"Farseer Dehina, your answer?"

The Eldar didn't move her gaze from boring into Percy's eyes, who just stared right back, taking great comfort in his sheer size should things get nasty.

"We... will remain, Mon'keigh. We would rather our future remain unchanged than give the Necrons a chance at actually returning to power."

Euryra didn't miss the jab at her race and twitched, but otherwise remained impassive once again. Percy nodded, glad that they can finally begin the real purpose of this meeting.

"Alright, since the Eldar are staying here, Euryra, I must ask that you stay as well. That is the terms of their agreement of their stay."

The Overlord meerly shrugged and stated.

"It matters not how long we have to wait. Being on the home-world of humans waiting about a thousand years for these Eldar to die off is easy for us. I actually see this stay to be rather interesting, so you don't have to worry about us breaking our end of the agreement. As long as the Eldar stay, there is no need for us to leave. At least until they are dead."

Percy decided to ignore the last statement, which caused the Eldar's piercing glare to be directed at the Necrons.

"Very well. So, we are all in agreement, that staying here on Earth while not interfering with history is the best course of action at the moment. As such, I believe that now is a good time to set some ground rules."

He pulled out a clean sheet of paper and began writing.

"Firstly: No forces are allowed into the domain, in this case room, of another power unless they have verifiable permission. Since I don't have the time to deal with all the possible violations of this rule, punishment for trespassing will fall to the owner of the property. But this brings me to my second point: Under NO circumstances is there to be punishment of death or injury to the point that the individual is forever unable to fight. I don't have to remind you guys that all the forces you currently have is probably going to be it, forever."

He looked around the assembled group, getting some muttering under breaths, but got agreement all around.

"Now, since the Necrons share my bedroom, we will share authority over it."

He got a nod from Euryra.

"Alright, now to the third rule: You will NOT disturb the outward appearance of this house besides what I have personally authorized. Again, we are trying to keep you guys from being found than making the house an impenetrable fortress."

He smiled at the minis, trying to sound less harsh and diffuse the tense atmosphere.

"Granted, I can count the number of people that would normally come here on one hand. You guys do have the benefit that this house is really far away from neighbors and has a gate that keeps most people out."

He could see some of the minis, more of the subordinates than anything, relaxing over that fact that they will rarely see another human Percy's size.

"That being said, you will NOT attack any present-day humans under any circumstances unless I say otherwise, alright? And that also goes for each other. If you want to fight, hold a sparring match or something, just NO killing each other, alright?!"

More begrudged nods. He got one of the space marines to send a message to their forces to prepare a document on their scale that they could actually reasonably sign.

With that done, Percy smiled at clapped his hands, while he did it on the softer side, it still started the minis, earning him some glares.

"Alright! Are there any questions before we continue?"

There was a moment of quiet before Commander Shoh slowly raised a mechanical hand.

"Yes, Commander Shoh?"

"What are the exact properties of your home's surroundings?"

Percy thought about the easiest way to tell these guys, but simply showing them would be difficult, so he just settled with a general explanation.

"Well, the property itself is about a square kilometer and is very scenic. Although I don't get out and enjoy it much, it is rather nice to look at out the window. This house is sort of close to the beach, or ocean shore, being about a thirty-minute drive there. I honestly haven't been to the beach in years. Oh, and there is a small creek that runs through with lots of large trees, so only about a third of the actually property has grass. Most of it is flower beds and other such things."

He rattled off what he could remember about the house, neither him nor his uncle spending a significant portion of their time outside. But with all that was happening, Percy felt a strong craving for simply spending a peaceful afternoon in the great outdoors and away from this nonsense.

"So, every Monday, you guys are going to have to lay low if you're outside. That's when lawn care comes by and tends to the place. Besides them, no one comes here. I mean, my uncle might, but he isn't due for another half a year."

Percy had a sudden spike of anxiety when he thought of his odd uncle coming by and inevitably discovering the minis. But he brushed the fear aside, hoping that in half a year, these guys would have gotten down hiding from normal sized humans when needed.

"Do you not have any companions that come a visit? If find that hard to believe due to how social you Gue'la are."

Percy smiled sheepishly as he explained his apparent isolation.

"I do leave, I just don't invite people here. While I do own this house, this place is honestly too nice for my tastes to just hang out in. I normally go to my friends' houses or whatever gathering place we have in mind. But most of the time, we just talk to each other online, uh, through Earths current information network called the 'internet'. I honestly spend most of my time working or painting figurines."

"And what is your occupation, Percival?"

Percy finally noticed that Commander Shoh was the only one talking to him, with Euryra being the only other one that seemed to be paying attention. The other two were having a glaring contest with one another.

"I am a programmer. I'm basically the guy that makes computers think correctly, I guess."

Shoh nodded before asking another question.

"There is something that I have been trying to solve for some time: How are we going to address resource and waste management?"

Percy blanched at the sudden thought of getting food and resources for over four armies as well as dealing with their waste. Though he did catch the glaring match being paused and the two switching their attention to him.

"Uh, I guess I'll just give you my food, if you can even use it. Umm... I guess just incinerate waste or bury it in your guys' respective terrains."

While he had solved two of the problems, he was stumped as to the third. He knew that if they ever found a hostile force on Earth, their war supplies would only last so long. Especially considering how fast an average space marine goes through things.

"I mean, we could always go to the scrap yard. It isn't too far away, about an hour's drive. But as for your guys special metals and such, I'm afraid you just got to use what you have sparingly."

While they didn't show it, Percy knew that this was a big hit for the Imperial forces. All the xenos here either could simply recharge and repair their gear or simply 'grew?' more, making their supplies besides food basically limitless. Especially with his assistance, but not so for the Imperials. Even with him supplying them with basic metals, they would eventually run out of the exotic materials that made up most of their gear. While it was horrible, there was nothing Percy could do.

"Well with that taken care of, is there anything you all wish to discuss while we are all here? We probably won't gather like this for some time."

When he was met with silence, he continued.

"Alright, I want that contract made and passed around, with NO harassing of the messenger, got it? Keep in mind the temperaments of each other and plan the order of receival accordingly. When you're done, give it to Euryra, who will keep it safe for me."

It seemed that the others were going to protest, but a glare from Percy made them reconsider. He was too tired and his head was killing him, he needed a nap and wasn't going to tolerate any shit from the minis.

"Alright, I'm going to take nap. You all are free to explore the house at your leisure, but keep in mind you'll be held responsible if your subordinates get out of line."

He waited for the Necrons to get situated in the case before returning back to his room. After entering, he placed the case down on the diorama before collapsing face first on his bed with a groan. What the machines thought of his behavior, he didn't care. He was too tired and confused to bother caring. He quickly fell into peaceful darkness.


He didn't know where he was.

He didn't know who he was.

He didn't know what he was.

He didn't know why he was here.

Just that he was searching.

But he didn't know what.

There was nothing, an empty place.

Perhaps it was someone he was searching for.

He was alone.

The horrible void bored into him while the silence threatened to tear him apart.

He wanted to leave.

He just wanted to find someone.

He didn't want to be alone in this-

Wait.

There was something.

Very far away, he could barely see it.

But he felt safer knowing something was there.

That he wasn't alone.

It didn't seem to notice him.

He hoped it was friendly as he reached out and tried to called to it.

But he couldn't.

He was too weak.

He felt his strength leave him, collapsing on himself.

He wasn't ready.


Percy groaned as conciseness pulled him from peaceful sleep. He still felt horrible. He tried to pass off the few hours as a strange dream, that all the minis in his house were still plastic and paint. But the ambient thrum of Necron technology singing in harmony with his computer's distinct hum banished to the bowels of the, now proven real, Warp.

The afternoon sun now steamed in one of his windows, brightening the room and probably the cause of his awakening. Percy couldn't sleep in light, noise didn't affect him, just light.

He glanced over at the Necron fortress, noting that there was now Warrior units stationed throughout his room, they collective gaze missing nothing. If they were sentient, it would have bothered him, but he took comfort in the fact that only Euryra and her personal entourage possessed sentience.

He walked up to the base, seeing the gazes of the stationed Warriors following him, with their guns hanging comfortably in their metal hands. Mere moments after he walked up, a Lychguard appeared out of the portal and knelt before him.

"Do you need something, Lord Percival?"

"Just wondering if the others are up to anything."

"The other humans have been establishing outposts throughout the ground floor of the house and surrounding area. They seem to have not have followed the rule of 'Do not change the outward appearance of the area'. The Eldar have posted units within their area of jurisdiction and not strayed from it. The Tau have stationed patrols throughout the second floor, and have been more discreet about their actions. We Necrons have units posted throughout the third floor, and have no need to alter the appearance of our surroundings to be effective."

Percy groaned at the report that the Imperial forces had ignored his wish to not be conspicuous, but honestly wasn't too surprised. After thanking the Necron, he made his way downstairs to try and figure out if the mini's can even eat the food that was a bigger than they were.


A house so dim and murky, that no natural light could find its way in. The air filled with fumes and sickly warm, a man sat whimpering in the corner. His body horribly mutilated with cuts and burns of various degrees. He eyes were lifeless, even as he whimpered in pain. They wanted to hear his pain, they wouldn't like it if he fell silent during their 'sessions'. He was bound to the area by thin wires that would horribly injure him if he were to so much as move. Such a thing had already happened early on, when he wept or sneezed. His cries of pain only fueled his captors' desires. Made them hurt him more to feed their lust for pain and torture.

So now he just whimpered, his body trying its best to keep him alive while his spirit had already left him. At first, he had been fascinated, even exited. But they quickly turned on him, despite his mistaken notion that he had brought them into the world.

They said he wasn't the one that brought them here, nor was he one that could bring more of them. So, they had attacked him, which soon lead to torture.

All he could now was whimper, his only solace was that they said they were leaving soon, to find something. He hoped they would leave him, they didn't have a way to bring him with them, wherever they were going.

A sick giggling filled his ears, almost causing him to jump in fear. That laugh was synonymous with pain, something he had learned very quickly.

"Now dear pet, we are going to be leaving soon. Where, you might ask? Fufufu. It's as secret dear pet, but don't worry your pretty little head over it. I am afraid that since we unfortunately can't take you with, that we must 'retire' you. It is a shame, you had such a great singing voice too..."

"W-wah?"

His voice didn't work properly from all the 'singing' he had been doing. Tears began to fall from his face as fear consumed him.

"Shhhhh. Don't cry, in fact, you should be happy. I came all this way just to see you, you see? So, won't you be a good pet, and sing for me, one last time? hmm~? Don't worry, I'll make this a quick one, we're on a rather tight schedule you see. So be good and sing for me~"


A man was soon reported missing in the nearby town, only to be discovered soon after in his own house dead. The police found the most likely cause of death to be suicide, and left it as that.

Nobody noticed the tiny thin figure with equally tiny and thin vehicles escaping the town and departing to parts unknown.


A man walked out of s recently neglected building, his uniform identifying him as a professional pest exterminator. He took off his mask, flashing a dashing smile and winking at some passing by women, who giggled and waved at the man before moving on.

He took in a deep breath and look around with very proud expression, most would assume at a job well done. And they would be right, but also wrong.

But even as the man enjoyed his success, he suddenly frowned, he gaze focusing on something that no one could see. But after a few moments, the frown changed into a determined smile.

"Well, guess I got my work cut out for me."


END OF CHAPTER 7