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' ' – character thinking
"" - character speaking
BOLD – author notes
I jolted from my slumber. No, that's not right. I was just driving home from my job. I had finished my shift and... and... I can't remember.
I lurched forwards and inhaled - no. No I didn't. The thud as I dropped to my knees echoed through the chamber. I couldn't breathe. I didn't feel my heartbeat, no shallow breaths from hyperventilating, I didn't even feel the cold stone floor beneath me.
I glanced down to my hands. Come full metallic appendages pressed hard under my new weight marked the dusty floor.
Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong. This wasn't me. I'm not some robot. I'm a loving flesh and blood human called-. What was my name?
No. No no no no. What was my name? Fuck why can't I remember anything about myself. What the fuck is this place even? I called inwardly.
My thought echoing through my skull as I stood up and looked round the dusty chamber. It was old. Very old. The walls were cracked and lined with some plant growth, pillars and tubes were either shattered or barely together supporting the room. And in the centre of the roof as I looked up, was the symbol of a certain robot faction from a tabletop game.
"What the actual fuck."
Warhammer was an interesting of mine. Something I liked to hear about and read the odd book. But never play and never invest too much time into it. I knew the big events, the characters that were popular. What I did know however, was that this was arguable one of the worst universes to live in.
I steeled myself, the irony of the words was not lost to me and my robotic body. My crypt chamber was falling apart. At least that's what I assumed it was. The fact I had some sentience meant I had to be important to some degree in terms of the Necron hierarchy.
I will admit I never payed too much attention to the faction outside of Trazyn and Orikan, and the odd bit of lore here and there. But the short bits I did know, that I did understand, was that the trillions upon trillions of necron were led by only a few sentient lords.
I glanced to the side of the room as I walked towards the door, a small puddle of water shuddered with each step I took.
I finally took in my appearance.
A humanoid like skull, glowing green eyes with several tubes connecting the underside of my jaw to my chest carapace. Behind my skull there was an icon, similar to the halos around the space marine's armour, but still different. An upside down crescent moon, with several lightning bolt shaped curves coming off at odd angles. My carapace was thick, heavily armoured I could tell. Odd tubes and wires flowed with the neon green energy, and my legs - only two - were built to match. Heavily armoured, but I could easily see some unknown mechanisms built onto them. Something to try to figure out later I supposed.
I glanced back to where I feel from when I awoke and looked at the staff by its side. It too hummed with green light, but also had a darker blue being emitted from the blade at the top. I walked over to retrieve it.
I stumbled, I was not yet used to my new body and of course I couldn't walk very well. Perhaps it was also my body finally waking up after the slumber of god know how many millions of years.
I paused as I raised my left hand to it. hesitating. If I touched this and the tomb awoke, what would happen? I knew of some virus among the necrons that made them savage to all, and who knees how many humans lived on this world. What if I caused something to happen to it all. Could I live with myself if I did it?
Yes, I decided. Yes I could.
My hand gripped the staff and pulled it free from its rest. The glow intensified and the room lit up.
[ DING!
The NECRON SYSTEM V3.61 has been awakened!
Updating...
Updating...
DING!
System has fully awakened, please see main tab for system functions]
What? A system? At least I might have a chance to survive I thought to myself as I leaned on the staff. The sickly neon green screen slowly changed and displayed new tabs of information.
[Tomb world information -
Tomb status -
Unit count -
Relationships -
Inventory -]
Where was my level? My skills and stats? If I wanted a system I wanted a gamer system not whatever this was.
I exhaled, or at least tried too. Momentarily forgetting I now lacked the lungs to sigh I had forced myself to say it out loud. Thankfully no one was around to hear me do it.
"Let's get this started properly then" I spoke as I mentally forced the screen to show me my tomb status.
[Tomb Status-
Units currently in stasis and unawakened.
Tomb has fallen into disrepair.
Resources available for partial reconstruction of critical areas.
No mind flayed virus located within the tomb.
No sentient life detected within the tomb
Would you like to activate all units for tomb repairs?
Y/N]
That sounded better than I thought. It seemed like my tomb was currently safe then. I wouldn't need to worry about the Mechanicus suddenly rushing in to steal my parts.
I mentally urged the yes button to be pressed and the whole tomb shook. I heard the distant wailing of some C'Tan shard being used to jumpstart the tomb. Or at least I guessed that. I didn't want to have to deal with some ghosts flying round shrieking.
All I had to do know was wait and see what would happen. Necron lords had to have aides to help right? Because I had no idea how I would navigate this large tomb alone.
I moved back to my coffin bed as it transformed with the new hum of power. The throne that emerged was large, covered in symbols and humming with the same light as my staff of light.
I perched on it, sinking in as my mechanical spine hissed to accommodate my posture. The heavy thud of steps approaching me told me exactly that something was coming to see me. And hopefully they had an idea of how big this tomb truly is.
So this is another story I have been thinking about, shorter chapters hopefully means more uploads too.
Hope you all enjoy it, and feedback is appreciated.