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' ' – character thinking
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BOLD – author notes
He clenched his power armoured fists as he looks down at the bridge. Captains of his legion gathered behind him. His hunched figured form scowled as he turned away.
The world had ignored everything. The single missive for negotiations, however boring they would have been went unanswered. And now it came down to him to conquer yet another world, bring about its compliance and unite it under the banner of the Imperium of Man.
"My sons, load the drop pods and prepare for battle once the latest scans have come in. We go to war" he commanded as the troops bloodthirsty grins spread across their maw and nodded, donning their helmets and turning to leave.
He had come for this system, and he would not fail.
'FUCKING KNIGHT LORDS' I cried out while looking at the scans of the system. Curze was a threat. The Night Haunter had a reputation after all, surrendering is better than attempting to fight against hit forces. That and his ability to see the future led him to be the threat he is. His legion would be the same. Well trained killers and thugs. Super powered criminals of the worst kind.
"How far along with the reawakening are we Nominor?" I questioned the lord to my side. He lowered himself to look at me, his imposing size shrinking as he considered his words. "The tomb has reached 47.3% functionality my lord, the surface is in need of extensive repairs to bring the pylons online and also make way for our larger craft to engage in space travel as well as our anti-orbit defences. While 77.43% of our ground forces have awakened successfully, the remaining 22.57% are not returning to service and require extensive repairs or can be scrapped for additional components to be remade. only approximately 10% of our siege machinery and capabilities are operational. This is ignoring the resurrection protocols as well which are not operational." He spoke back after calculating in his mind.
In other words, we had ground forces but no way to remove them from the tomb and no way to withstand a large siege from orbit. Curze played dirty. Orbitally bombard the world then unleash his horde of terrorists to have the whole world suffer.
Head on was suicide, I was not in a position to start a fight with the Imperium, that's how most battles are lost in Warhammer, fighting as soon as possible and either getting distracted by your own vulnerable flanks or rear or being overturned.
The rear on the tomb was the glaring warp tear replacing the sun. Our flanks were asteroids. Our front was the Imperium. Fighting was suicide, so I decided not to fight. Curze if he good be turned to my side would be a great boon, any primarch would be. He turned to join the heresy not because of chaos, but because of his own visions and beliefs.
Cutting off his future sight would be challenging but possible. Necrodermis dampened the warp, and would hopefully shield me from his sight. Cutting him off permanently may be possible if I managed to insert some within his brain, similar to Angron's nails, then it wouldn't be removed without killing him, and he still has his uses to the Imperium.
If that doesn't work there is always a plan B. Death Mark elite troops can infiltrate during the siege and implant some of the mindshackle scarabs within the legion. That can then be used to spread through the other legions. Slowly turning the whole astartes force against their own fathers and lords.
If necrodermis could move, you'd have seen my toothy grin stretch unnaturally across my face.
With the threat of astartes looming over my tomb, I took the chance to fully understand the world and the history behind it. I was unfamiliar with the in depth lore of Necrons. But I knew there was a court like area the lords could meet at. My world lacked this, having only my sarcophagi room where I ruled over the four lords beneath me.
I was under the impression I had more, but I had to make do with what I have. Pausing as I entered the archives deep below the planets tectonic plates I moved forwards. Individual glass like panels lined rows of shelves. Each one holding some data or information. It was a unique feeling, reading a language inscribed on each shelf that I had not learnt, but still instinctually understood.
Slowly browsing I reached the section I desired. "The 'History of Korophakht' sounds promising" I mused as I reached out, the slate of glass like material slid into my hand automatically and displayed they the contents as a green hologram.
"DATA CORRUPTED - PARTIAL DATA REMAINING" was displayed before my skull. I wouldn't blinked if I could. I still willed the slate to play what It had. "Lord Korophakht was a Necrontyr general of some renown. His unconventional approach to warfare had drawn the ire of other greater generals, but the results produced show that he is competent at the very least. Upon the biotransference, he kept his personality, although barely, and actively rebelled where he could against our new overlords. This can be seen during the War in Heaven. During the battle of - DATA CORRUPTED - which led to a great victory against the Krorks. However due to his use of Krork and Eldari that he had persuaded to fight for him, he shunned. Exiled by our great society for all eternity, or until he proves himself worthy enough to rejoin. Until that time he is to watch over a system with a high probability of a warp tear opening in. It falls to my duty as the Grand Archeovist to record this, and to check on the world in the future. At that point I will update all logs and evaluate him." The slate emitted to me.
I was stunned to a degree, I was in exile. It frankly told a lot of this bodies past and this worlds location. An exiled lord wouldn't have many lords under him, explaining my four retainers.
And besides that, Trazyn apparently was in charge of checking on me. If he ever discovered I had taken this body over and was once a human he would definitely take me for experiments before shoving me in his museum.
"My lord." I heard called out from behind me. I turned to face a messenger as he kneeled. "Lord Suthtak has returned and request your audience". I nodded and ushered the robot away with a gesture. It was time to meet another lord before I dealt with Curze.