The War in the Heavens had reached its conclusion as the Enslaver Plague killed off the last of the Old Ones, Krorks, and even the majority of the Eldar. Of course, as history would know, the Krorks (sort of) came back as the degenerated, weaker and generally smaller Orks, and the Eldar also somehow grew back as well. One could say it was like their preview to a first mass extinction before the real big event, much like how Horus got a good preview of his own death when the EMPRAH of mankind went and hit the delete key on that one Ork Warboss of Gorro.

I digress however. This isn't about the Old Ones, Eldar, or Orks (yet), this is about their enemies, the Necrons and their Star Gods, the C'tan.

The C'tan were essentially massive dickheaded "Star Vampires" that were once formerly just giant clouds of energy that fed off star radiation (hence their name). Why, they were so massive and distant from normal, squishy, solid mortals that the C'tan didn't even register or recognize them. I suppose in a sense it'd be like you and the tiny dust mites and other creatures that live on your body. They exist, yeah, but you don't really recognize or think about them all the time.

However, a certain sickly xeno species known as the Necrontyr found that there was a C'tan feeding off their local Sun (and probably causing their horrid, weak and pathetically short life spans). Through the instructions and leadership of their current Silent King, Szarekh, the Necrons managed to stuff these giant-ass clouds of energy into bodies made of "Necrodermis." Which is to say, Living Metal. Honestly it must've felt at least a little weird or uncomfortable for gaseous entities that were thousands of miles long and made from pure energy to suddenly be stuffed into what was, relatively speaking, a tiny fucking body made of metal. Still, a Star God made of living metal does sound a lot more badass than a certain pair of whore fake-goddesses with an obsession for semen, won't lie there.

Anyways, the C'tan, now stuck in their new tiny (yet compared to an ordinary human, HUGE) metallic bodies were now starting to realize something verrry cool. One C'tan, a "Aza'gorod the Nightbringer," found that eating the life force of mortals tasted a lot better than star radiation.

Following on that discovery, Aza'gorod proceeded to start gourging itself on the Necrontyr since they happened to be the closest mortal beings to it. What a dick.

However, the Necrontyr managed to stop the Nightbringer from completely exterminating them by pledging their loyalty to it, and instead redirecting it to start eating other beings out in the Galaxy. Like the Old Ones, who the Necrontyr hated. And in the process just about everyone else really.

Eventually though, one of these C'tan, a being known as "Mephet'ran the Messenger" came to convince these Necrontyr to become just like their gods and "upgrade" themselves into bodies of living metal too so they could immortal and never need to fear death again.

This was, of course, a trick, as in reality Mephet'ran was known to be a lying sack of shit by his fellow C'tan brothers and sisters, and this deception was no different as Mephet'ran tricked the Necrontyr into becoming the Necrons, the entire race essentially losing their souls and most of them becoming brain-dead slaves and servants to the C'tan, save for the higher lords and nobility of the Necrontyr who retained some degree of personality and intelligence.

It should also be noted that Mephet'ran eventually started going by the title as "The Deceiver," because by now everyone knew he was a liar.

Regardless, the C'tan and their new Necron slave-race essentially went to town on the rest of the Galaxy, turning the place into a bloodbath as the C'tan got to nom more and more tasty souls. Why, the Nightbringer fucked up the galaxy so damn badly and brought so much death that essentially every race came to begin fearing and envisioning Death as a Grim Reaper on an instinctual level even long after the Nightbringer was gone. Yes, that applies to humans too somehow even though they weren't really even much of a thing during this ancient war. Maybe the Nightbringer had a brief phase where it liked the taste of cavemen souls or something.

Either way, long story short, the Necrons and C'tan were winning the war against the Old Ones, and in time, the Enslavers (who were their own outside-context issue entirely) came along to gobble up the remaining Old Ones.

However, the Silent King, Szarekh, started thinking on how much he hated how the C'tan pulled the dick move of turning him and his entire people into a bunch of soulless, Games Workshop-branded Lovecraftian Terminators.

So Szarekh decided to go and pull his own dick move, and had the Necrons go and use some sort of super-antigod-weapon that went and kicked the ass of the C'tans so hard they all fragmented into hundreds, if not thousands of shards. Hell some Dynasties of the Necrons managed to even capture and hold onto their own C'tan Shards as last-resort weapons to use against their enemies.

However, this left the Necrons (and obviously the C'tan) in a rather weak spot, as while most of the galaxy was wiped out, a few of their rivals survived and was quickly growing in strength…

So, Szarekh, ever the wise ruler, told his people to just take a long powernap for sixty million years to rest and wait until the Galaxy was broken up and weakened again so the Necrons could remake their empire. He then essentially resigned from being the absolute overlord of the Necrons, leaving his people with another mission to try and become biological, fleshy beings again like the old days. After that, he went outside of the galaxy in a self-imposed exile, never to be seen again… (at least until he met the Tyranids many years later, then he bolted back for the galaxy again, but that's a story for another time).

Which, my dear readers, is where our story (sort of) begins: A particular dynasty that managed to hold onto three C'tan shards towards the end of the War in the Heavens…

...

The Necron Overlord would've sighed had he possessed the capacity to do so. "Cryptek, what is the status of our C'tan Shards? I dread going to our slumber with such beings contained within a relatively unstable prison."

The Cyclopean Necron with long, weathered metal tatters gazed back at the Overlord. "No my Lord. The Nightbringer, Deceiver, and Void Dragon shards are all safely contained, albeit barely. At this rate, their power might be enough to drag this planet out of its gravitational field and well outside of the galaxy if we are not cautious…"

"Perhaps we should be cautious. I believe the Void Dragon shard is being transported to the moon of this world, correct?"

"Correct my lord. The Deceiver Shard is in the Southern hemisphere, the Nightbringer is in the Northern hemisphere."

"Good. Make sure there is a good number of Canoptek Scarabs ensuring that the Tesseract Vaults and Labyrinths do not break down. I will take no chances and not risk anything going wrong here."

The Cryptek nodded, "Of course. Everything is done. We have checked this several times now. Checking it over and over will only do so much to help."

"I suppose so. Well, with everything buried so deep underground, I'm sure nothing will go wrong. I have faith that our technology won't fail us while we slumber…"

Of course, something did go wrong, the planet and its moon did in fact wind up floating far out of the galaxy due to the three C'tans' combined screeching and futile attempts to break out of their prisons…

… and later on, when life started growing on the Necron Tombworld, two Goddesses came along and decided to make the planet their playground. Oh, this could only go so well...

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Author's Notes:

Howdy-Doo-Dee. Been a while everyone. Not gonna lie, this is just a joke-fic that I'm having fun writing that's meant to be just for fun, I ain't gonna really do my best to make a top-of-the-line, great, flawless story here. On that note though, I'm gonna go on the record and say I do not intend for this to become an explicit "Curbstomp" fic or anything like that, that'd be kinda boring and bland to write, not gonna lie.

For those curious about Legion and Legacy, well...

uh...

well...

I may have sort of kinda really did go and forget what I was actually planning for those two(?)...

So... Yeah. Those two are delayed for a while until I get the inspiration to work on them again and write seriously for a story.

... yeah. I'll probably rewrite them both too to be better in terms of grammar and story consistency. Anyways, uh...

Yeah. Warhammer 40k and MGQ. Let's see how this goes, huh? Not gonna lie, I'm pretty damn rusty with my MGQ lore.

In fact in general I'm kinda bad with consistency and good lore writing.

On that note I'm open to like, collaborations and group-writing. Or just relaxing and talking in general. Hit me up in reviews, PMs here on Fanfic, or a DM/Friend Request on Discord ("The Inexplicable Presence #9522").

Oh, and GregoryRJ8's also helping me with this story too. He's that guy writing a Terraria X MGQ fic, "Two Blades, Two Worlds." You can also hit him up in his PMs or Discord ("GregoryRJ8 #9724").

Might just make a group chat, might make a Discord Server, who knows? In any case, yeah. Without further ado, I bid you all a good day!