Srunak and his fellow passengers travelled through the void of space, the ship using unknown technologies to traverse the vast distances to its destination. He could not see the void, for the Necron ships had no windows, and he was so densely packed in with the other Necrons he could not see the sides of the ship anyway. They continued their irrational habits of shaking their heads, limbs, and bodies at random, all the while groaning, screaming, or gibbering nonsense. He saw one kneeling down rocking with its head in its hands, another shook its head so violently it looked as if it would fall off, and another waved its arms high above its head, its claws scraping the ceiling. The most coherent could not say more than "flesh," "need flesh," "must have flesh," and other variations.
After hours or days of travel, the ship suddenly jerked, sending Srunak and many others tumbling to the floor. The engines' hum slowed and lowered in pitch, and he felt it descending. There was a gentle stop, and the ramp opened, flooding the ship with light. The Spyders and Scarabs shoved at them again, and they all departed the ship onto the new planet. They stood on a plain covered with tall, pale green grass that quietly blew in a breeze, not making another sound to interrupt the subtle rustling. Hills stretched far beyond in every direction, and the sky above was bright blue with a few small fluffy clouds across and there was a setting sun in the west. The planet was quiet except for the light breeze hitting the grass, but this tranquility was about to violently end. The Necrons spread out across the plain, searching for flesh. Srunak did this too, hoping there was some creature on this planet that was suitable for his tastes. Three more ships touched down in the distance, each a few miles away, and they deposited their passengers onto the plains. The Necrons went about their routine of wandering as they always had, and the plains were dotted with black figures.
The Spyders and Scarabs exited all of these ships and began goading them back into a group, then marched them south. In the distance was a gray hill, and as they got closer Srunak realized it was a city. The city had many towers and complexes stacked on top of one another, and on the outskirts were small huts and abandoned shacks. It was not nearly as large as the human cities Srunak could somewhat remember, but he knew there was flesh there, and likewise the other Necrons came to this conclusion, albeit slowly. There was flesh in that city, and he started running, then sprinting as he could not contain himself. The other Necrons too broke one by one into a crazed sprint making headway for the city. They ran with no organization or strategy; they only knew flesh was in that city and they wanted it. The legions of Spyders, Scarabs, and other automatons followed behind, keeping pace and forcing any that strayed too far back into line. In the distance more ships were landing, and their occupants were released and dashed for the city a frenzy.
This city was not without defense. Exiting the gates Srunak saw many humanoids in yellow armored suits, wearing helmets with red glowing eyes, and holding long rifles that fired white beams of plasma at them. Between them were small white disks with guns attached floating in the air, and they fired on the advancing horde. As the Necrons reached the gates, more of these warriors and alien machines joined to defend the city, but it was clear they were outnumbered. Srunak charged the closest warrior, leaping onto it and stabbing its armor relentlessly. Four more Necrons jumped on the same warrior, cutting of its limbs and head and peeling away the clothing and armor to get at the precious flesh underneath. While Srunak was the first on the warrior, he could only retrieve a few scraps of skin, such was the speed and ferocity of he and the Necrons that the body was in hundreds of pieces in seconds. The same scenario repeated itself with the other defenders, each one mobbed by several Necrons all ripping and tearing and greedily stripping away blue skin and tissue. Spyders and Scarabs did battle with the white disk-like machines, cutting them into pieces while they themselves had their limbs blown off by the boiling-hot plasma they shot. Though the defenders and their machines destroyed many of them with their plasma rifles, this was not enough to stop the hell descending on their city.
The Scarabs set to work on the gates, cutting and gnawing their way through the locks, while Spyders and Wraiths ascended the walls to kill any remaining defenders. In a few minutes the gates fell over, and the Necrons shrieked with joy, finally the treasured flesh they craved was in sight. Srunak was among the first to rush through the gap even before the gates hit the ground. Other Necrons that were too impatient to wait for the Scarabs to break the gates piled on top of each other to ascend the walls, the few that made it clambered over and fell to the ground, but instantly got up and charged into the nearest structure they saw. In the streets were panicked civilians running to escape the oncoming deathless machines, seek protection of soldiers, or simply find a place to hide. Srunak saw more of the blue-skinned aliens; some were dressed like the warriors outside, but others had more simplistic clothes and were slimmer in build. Among them were many humans, some were armed, some were not. Srunak did not care, he zigzagged down a street, ripping apart every human and blueskin he saw, stripping away the skin and slipping some on for himself, then continuing to his next victim. The Necrons behind him picked up the scraps, either following him or raiding houses and shops, smashing them apart as they went to find those that were hiding, then leaving after finding and killing a victim, or giving up and resuming the charge through the streets to the city center. Huts and smaller buildings simply collapsed under the weight of Necrons as they all piled on top to get at their prey inside. And throughout this carnage the Necrons continued to howl and scream and bay for more flesh.
Continuing through the street, Srunak saw the Necrons from the other ships out of the corner of his eye in-between buildings; they too were making their way to the city center, turning the streets black with their numbers. The remaining armored blueskins were making a stand, flanked by some humans in green armor with rifles and ones with improvised armor and weaponry. Despite the wave of darkness rapidly encircling them, they stood their ground and fired nonstop, hoping to kill just one more before their untimely death arrived. Srunak grabbed a human and ripped his head off, then he jumped on another and ripped off her limbs before digging into her chest. He jumped to another human, then another, then another, slicing apart each one in merciless fury. The defensive circle was rapidly shrinking, and more Necrons made their way into the fray, trampling over each other to get a kill.
Srunak leaped for another human, but a beam of plasma hit him in the chest and sent him flying back into the mob of Necrons. It took him a minute to find his footing, for the mob did not stop moving, and he was kicked and stomped many times. His chest had fortuantely retained its shape, but the Ankh was completely gone. Ignoring it for now, he charged again into the few remaining defenders. The humans and blueskins were shoulder to shoulder, still firing and chanting their final wishes before they were cut down. Srunak and five others grabbed an armored Blueskin and forced it to the ground, then dissected it in moments as its and the other defenders' screams were abruptly silenced.
From then on the battle was a rout. The streets turned into rivers, and they ran red, blue, and purple with blood. All of the buildings were wet with blood, and the smaller buildings were smashed to pieces mixed with piles of gore, bone, and organs. The remaining inhabitants were ruthlessly hunted down and butchered, their anguish creating a song of pain and terror. Srunak joined in the fun of finding hiding victims, but soon busied himself in the flesh piled up in the streets, covering himself in skin after skin and shoving flesh into his mouth, letting the blood drip down and paint his body red. He continued for hours, never wanting to stop, but a Spyder suddenly came up behind and shoved him out of the city center. He slashed in resistance, but the Spyder was persistent and was aided by Scarabs, all pushing him and nearby Necrons away toward the city's outskirts. More Necrons were reluctantly brought into this group, the Spyders and other machines herding them through the streets while Scarabs began to fill vessels with the flesh, blood, and bones. Wraiths picked up corpses and larger chunks of material. The process was slow and cumbersome, as Srunak and almost every Necron resisted their forceful departure. After hours of herding, shoving, and occasional fighting against the Necrons, the automatons brought them out of the city gates. The ships were in front, having been moved during the battle, and the Necrons were herded back inside and corralled. Srunak was once again in darkness surrounded by the crazed machines, while the Spyders and Scarabs entered behind and deposited their buckets of flesh and blood in the pillars throughout the ship. The automatons made multiple trips to deposit all of the material, such was the amount of loot they had acquired. Once this was done, the ramps closed and the ships' engines stirred to life. After some rumbling and metallic buzzing the fleet lifted off, leaving the lifeless city behind.