*mild blood and violence*
Chapter two
825.M41
Planet: Yakut
Destroyed Imperium Citadel
Kaldrakh the Impenetrable stood next to the throne that had used to belong to the Governor of the Citadel. He examined the primitive stone room, observing the sharp angles, jagged edges, and sloppiness of the masonry. Kaldrakh sat in the throne. If it hadn't been so blocky, and had he been able to feel, he might've actually found it comfortable.
Kaldrakh thought about what he would need to do next to restore the previous glory of the Joviak Dynasty. Crypteks would need to be contacted; the other tomb worlds would need to be awoken. Kaldrakh sat in thought for another hour.
The doors to the primordial throne room opened and Vargard Yorok marched into the room, a bedraggled human trailing behind. Following the prisoner was a company of five Lychguards, armed with warscythes. The assembly waited in front of Kaldrakh until he addressed them.
"Yes?" The impatient Phaeron asked. The Vargard bowed. I have brought you the human's 'Governor'." Kaldrakh glared at the whimpering man with his lifeless green eyes. The man tried to glare back but broke down again and continued to whimper.
"I will deal with this scum later. Tell me, Yorok, how goes the battle overhead?" The bodyguard turned to the Lychguards, and pointed back through the door. The silent warriors turned and led the man out. Yorok turned back to Kaldrakh and began his report.
"Our Jackal Escort ships have been keeping their Prowler Drones and Stalker Drones at bay, but not for much longer. We need to come into contact with tomb world Hugorak. Their Cairn Tombship and fleet of Shroud Cruisers is exactly what we need to drive this hivefleet off."
Kaldrakh had been observing the battle from a holo-table. The Vargard was right; the battle did not fare well for the Necrons. Yakut's fleet was small, and undermanned. Kaldrakh hadn't expected to have to fight a space battle the day he awoke from cryo-sleep.
Kaldrakh turned to Yorok. "Send an emissary to Hugorak. Meanwhile I will fight alongside my army. Observe, the Tyranids send landing ships. They must have finally realized their torpedoes cannot penetrate our shields." The Phaeron's defender bowed, and left the room.
Kaldrakh left shortly after Yorok, and made his way back to the comforts of his throne room, deep below ground. He walked past the carnage of the battle he had fought against the pitiful Imperial Guard defenders.
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825.M41
Planet: Yakut
Imperium Citadel
Three hours before
Kaldrakh strode forward, Vargard Yorok to his right, with his legions following. The initial Guardsmen resistance had been swept aside easily. The humans had been set in for predictable, relatively easy to kill swarms. Not endless rows of near impossible to destroy androids.
Kaldrakh reached the edge of the Citadel, and was confronted by a charging army of Cadian forces. Gauss volleys tore into the men, killing mass amounts of the defenders. After only five synchronized shots, the Guardsmen had been reduced to over half. The charge faltered and failed entirely as men dove for cover.
The Warriors continued to march, bullets bouncing off them. Every so often a Warrior would fall, the nano-scarabs cased within beginning to rebuild. When the Warriors reached the line of Guardsmen, they began hacking at the entrenched men with the axes attached to their gauss flayers.
Thus were the platoons of Warriors and phalanxes of Immortals able to march unheeded into the city. Buildings fell before the unwavering might of the Necrons. Humans dashed from rubble pile to rubble pile, seeking cover from the relentless assault. Mortars, grenades, and rockets… they all fell upon the Necrons, and yet the advance never stopped.
Kaldrakh reached the towering structure at the center of the city. He stopped in the courtyard outside the fortress and raised his weapon. He yelled out to the cowering humans inside. "This city is mine once again!"
Suddenly the ground exploded in front of him, leaving a gaping tunnel leading below ground. Chirping and screeching came from the hole, then came a swarm of scarabs; thousands of them, heading all through the city to hunt and kill every last human. Following the scarabs came Doom Scythe and Night Scythes. The crescent shaped ships flew into the air to wreak havoc upon the other cities on Yakut.
After the Scythes came the Arks. Ghost Arks loaded with Necron Warriors, and Doom Arks with their Doomsday cannons; enough firepower to destroy an entire Bastion with one shot. In the wake of the Arks came the Barges. Annihilation Barges flew out and made their way down the streets, their tesla destructor putting holes through the buildings. Twenty Command Barges came out, each holding the Overlords of Kaldrakh's court. They flew off in different directions, to meet with their armies, and oversee the destruction of their allotted city.
Kaldrakh and Vargard Yorok walked into the command tower they were outside of. They knew they would find the Governor of the Imperium Citadel on Yakut inside. The duo walked inside and was instantly fired upon by Yakut's finest. The bullets ricocheted off of the Phaeron and his bodyguard's armor. A rocket exploded against Yorok's chest, and the mangled body fell to the ground.
Kaldrakh reached into the folds of his cape, and pulled a resurrection orb out. He extended it towards the body of his loyal guard. Green light pulsed from it and the molested and tangled frame of the Vargard began to mend itself. After a brief second the Necron rose. At seeing this, the humans despaired, and some retreated.
The Impenetrable spun his staff in a dazzling swirling spiral, and he leapt into the air, landing amidst the mob of soldiers. Blood splattered the walls and the men fell before his graceful, deadly form. One ran from Kaldrakh and he pointed the point of his weapon at the fleeing Cadian, and the man was turned into red mist by a blast of blue energy. The last surviving man dropped his weapon and raised his hand in surrender. These bestial scum deserve no mercy. Kaldrakh thought to himself, as he beheaded the Guardsman.
Kaldrakh continued through the building, Yorok close behind. They came to an elevator, and ascended in it. When they reached the top they were ambushed once again. This time by ten men armed with chainswords. Yorok sliced into the first man that dared attack his Phaeron. Kaldrakh turned his staff into two hyperphase swords.
He parried one man's blow, hacking into a second's head with the other sword. Kaldrakh swung and hacked, stabbed and parried. He sliced through a man's chainsword, biting into the same man's stomach. When there were only three men left, Kaldrakh stabbed the soldier closest to him, the blade running through his chest and stabbing into the wall, pinning him. He turned and ran toward the last two men. He jumped over the warrior closest, beheaded the last man, and turned back towards the warrior he had just jumped over. Yorok had cut him down at the knees and was now finishing his execution.
Kaldrakh pulled his other sword out of the soldier he had pinned and the man slid down the wall, leaving a blood streak. Kaldrakh pushed the hilts together and they joined, becoming his staff. He and Yorok pushed ahead to the big door at the end of the hall. When it opened, they walked in.
The fat, pampered Governor sat at a stone throne. On either side of him was a bodyguard, each armed with a bolter. Kaldrakh blasted the man to the right, and Yorok beheaded the charging bodyguard on the left. Kaldrakh walked to the Governor. Yorok came up behind the man and pushed him to his knees. "Bow to your new lord, scum." He told the man.
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