The bodies rose from the ground, Earth streaming from their gleaming carapaces. The leering visages turned to face the rising, golden sun. A great tearing rent the air and the black crack widened and a C'tan appeared but appeared different from others of his kind but how. The space marine scouts from the Obsidian Order, although well trained by their primarch Angelus still fought the urge to flee before these evil machines. These Necrontyr were be-decked in blasphemous icons only the damned of chaos or the daemonographers of the Ordo Malleus could read. The heads and skulls dangling from the skeletal frames dripped fresh blood onto the ground and bore an uncanny resembelance to the fabled Bezerkers of Khorne's trophys of battle and their offerings to their daemon god. The marines stared at the beasts and one made a small cry, all of the silver heads snapped round to the stare at the small bush where the marines were hiding. The marines reasoned that there was no reason to stay in cover now that they had been discovered, with a tremendous cry they leaped from the bush, and opened fire from with their bolt-pistols, The hail of shells were pinging off the bodies in spangs of sparks. Their Vis/Vox-corder sent the battle-din and the images to the waiting inquisitor on their battle-barge. The inquisitor quailed as he saw the ruinous images glaring from thew screen. He cursed and threw a chair at the Vis-screen. Chaos had finally tainted the aincent Necrontyr