A massive frame of the 9 foot tall Phaerakh ducked as she stepped onto the bridge out of the cramped elevator, her lychguard tailing behind her. Grabbing her resurrection orb with one hand, holding her scythe with the other, she met the gaze of what appeared to be the captains of this human ship. A tall, young female, and a middle-aged, short balding male, their primitive projectile-based weapons raised towards Alnabil's head. They stood, silent for a while before the man finally spoke up.
"You said you wouldn't attack if we refused." The man said, nervously, his hands shaking as they gripped his bolt pistol.
"If you didn't attack… It can be rather, difficult, to uphold our end of the deal when we are being bombarded by enemy fire." Alnabil said, slouching her scythe towards her body, her cape trailing on the ground as the lychguard stood behind her. "If you are worried about castulaties, however, none of your men are dead, I made sure of that, some no longer have a limb or two but if you need, we will tend to their wounds and give replacements if you surrender now and allow us to go down to your planet."
"Stop trying to negotiate with us, xenos scum!" The woman screamed. "You attacking us is proof enough that you will do so given the opportunity again. You only wish to bring death and destruction upon us!" She spat at the feet of the Phaerakh, as she did so the lychguard tensed up before Alnabil raised a closed fist, indicating for them to stand down. Alnabil then locked eyes with the commander.
"I believe honesty is one of the best tools used to build trust, and if I am being honest, yes, if you prove to be a threat to me or my people, I would attack you again, with far less mercy than I have shown you so far. However, as it stands, you humans pose little risk to me or my people." Alnabil said, her hand clutching her resurrection orb dropping to her side. "In fact, I see an opportunity for a mutually beneficial partnership instead of a conflict between us, given you cease hostilities altogether."
The woman's anger flared even further, seeing this alien filth attempt to negotiate with her like some sort of Rogue Trader. "You enter our world, our system, and when we fight back against you, you try to force us to join your side?"
"First of all, yes, given what you have attempted I am very much trying to force you onto my side. The opportunity for a peaceful ending to these negotiations outside of partnership has ended after you attempted to blow my ship out of the void." Alnabil said, with a tone of sarcasm in her voice. "Second of all… 'your' planet? I am unsure if you understand who you are talking to fleshling, but this world, it is not yours, it never has been."
The two humans stared dumbfounded at the Phaerakh.
"While I didn't lie to you, I omitted some of the truth. From the day you were born, under the ground, you walked upon from infancy to your old age rest hundreds of my kin in slumber. Hundreds of thousands of my finest warriors." The Humans looked blankly at the great queen, denial in their eyes. "I didn't tell you this at first because, given the situation, in the beginning, there was no need to scare you into following my commands, and if we left to see your world annihilated of all life, my men would still be there slumbering, waiting for me to return and awaken them. But now, since you attacked me, this acts as a sort of, what do you humans call it?... Ah yes, an ace in the hole for me. Because of the fact that you attacked me, declaring war upon me and my dynasty if you do not surrender I am well within my own right to awaken my warriors and take your entire planet without even setting foot upon it."
The two humans stepped back, dumbstruck. "Fuck… I… I surrender." Said the man, placing his bolt pistol on the floor and kicking it towards the Phaerakh. The necron then looked up at the human, giving him what appeared to be a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. However, as she did this, the other human trained her weapon upon the male.
"You fucking traitor to the throne! You surrender to xenos scum instead of defending our world to the last man?" She pointed her bolt pistol at the man, her finger hovering over the trigger ready to blow the man's brains across the tight walls of the bridge. The man then turned his head towards the woman, fear in his eyes as he tried to get the woman to back down and surrender as well.
"Annis, put your goddamn gun down and surrender! There's no use in this, if we don't join them we are dead before even the forces of chaos can even make it here!" Arruns screamed at the woman, however, she was unphased. Her zealotry was so steadfast that even in the face of her and her people's extinction she could not see even a glimmer of reason. As the anger boiled in her face, her finger beginning to squeeze on the trigger of her weapon, a single swift slash put an end to it.
The woman's eyes went dull, and slowly her head slid off her own shoulders, before her body itself fell onto its back, red hot blood spurting and pooling from the severed neck on her shoulders. The man, stunned, looked from the body of his second in command to the alien standing in the command deck of the corvette. Her arm carrying her scythe was now outstretched, the blade clearly used to sever the head of the woman. As the man looked at her, Alnabil lowered her weapon and placed the bottom of its hilt back onto the floor. The Phaerakh nodded towards the man, completely stunned and awestruck at what had just transpired.
"Since I readily apply the war-time codes of the necrontyr to humans, the codes dictate that prisoners of war shall be treated as if they are one's own men. Since you were under threat by an obvious enemy, I neutralized it for you, as I would do for any of my own men." The Phaerakh then let go of her resurrection orb, letting it buzz around her head yet again. As she did so, she outstretched her free hand to the man, still trembling in fear from what had just happened. "May I ask your name?"
"My… My name is Arruns Ontho. Lord governor of this planet." The man said, his legs trembling.
The necron then looked over to the tech-priest, his hands in the air in surrender as he stared at the lifeless corpse on the ground. "Well, Arruns, get your man here to bring in your guards to get this cleaned up and patch up the wounded on the lower levels, I don't want to kill anymore of your kind today. As for you, come with me." Arruns then took her hand, the Phaerakh leading her new human companion to the wide open elevator door, her guards trailing not far behind.