Trakhsis stood next too Tamonakh as they welcomed their guest. The Necron nobility/Royal court of this world arrived with their retinue of bodyguards, assistant Crypteks, and Canoptek Construct properties. Upon each new arrival their full title was read out for all gathered too hear, Tamonakh’s alone took 10 hours. Relatively average compared against others. They passed time playing politics and admiring the war trophies the Phaerakh and Phaeron claim during the war in heaven.

The gathering soon became a party, with lords and ladies danced with one another; Cryteks on this day stood as equals with their masters and mistresses. The peak of the party came when Triarch Ankhthar the silent and his retinue of praetorians arrived to lead the awakening ritual of the dynasty’s rulers. True to his name, Ankhthar remained silent until meeting the worlds Overseer. Overlord Tamonakh the unblemished.

“The silent king sends his regards and blessings,” Akhthar spoke during his bow infront of Tamonakh.

Tamonakh returned the gesture. “Thank you for joining us for this grand ceremony. Soon the world will be claimed then the rest of the Dynasties tombs shall be awoken soon after.” Akhthar did not respond, but the rest of the court cheered at this claim.

“You speak victory yet the insects that inhabit this world hath cause your forces pain, how would the Phaerakh respond to this faliure? I expected far better from one like yourself.” Akhthar responded in a voice that not only seemed to lack emotion, but removed them from the room.

This was Tamonakh’s turn to be silent. Traksis Wished to speak up and help his overlord but knew he was too low in the hierarchy let alone move in the presence of this triarch. The rest of the nobility knew the reason behind this insult. The occupants of this world – resilient- received much off world assistance. On each necron victory (no matter how small) another ship appeared in orbit and joined the war. Yet this never crossed their minds, they all blamed Tamonakh for all their failures.

The court stood in silence flanked on all sides by wall filled with the phaerons personal warrior cohort property. Soon Tonomekh spoke up. “Akhthar, I have divined the future and know the humans supplies are running thin, besides for each warrior of ours that falls, they lose six more.” His lie was easily belived by the arrogant.

“Ah,” Akhthar would have smiled on his metallic face if possible. “The storm lord himself would be proud at such a feat, my mistake on your incompetence.”

Brushing this off Tamonakh lead his acquaintances through his tomb complex. Leaving behind his bodyguards and crypteks for needing them in this proceeding wouldn’t go well. Trakhsis didn’t mind this much. Whilst all necrons have their pass-times to combat their crippling boredom (often this is actual combat) he remained contempt with patrolling the halls. His immortals remained at the entrance; although the companionship was missed, a squad of warriors worked well enough. The rhematic steps of an out of time march remained his favourite sound. Listening too each entity as they moved and seeing their position in his mind. Occasionally glancing at a wall where units of warriors still slept.

Tonomekh breath a sigh of relief when Akhthar left. His fear upon his master failure, and it’s punishment, eclipsed by what it’d surely spell for him. Yet for the first time he did something without seeing all possible futures. He acted on, wait, instinct? A new fear brewed within him, so he promised too find the nearest canoptek plasmacyte too remove any problems with his inner code. Although. He admitted to himself risk taking felt good. But as he waited he watched Trakhsis leave; deciding to scry where he went out of sheer boredom.

Thanakh didn’t even attend this. He was modifying some warriors too damaged to get repaired into some assistants. Annbitar left as soon as he could, for he had some prisoners too “interrogate”. He let a flayed one have their way on a prisoner infront of the others. No skin remained and the cursed necron was able to get a new “coat”. The other prisoner were too petrified to make the slightest sound. Unfortunately for the unlucky one. They felt a burning sensation across their whole being, and cold. Colder than anything felt before. Annbitar laughed and their begging for the emperors peace. Laugh again once is faded to whimpers.

Tamonakh was still leading the part deeper into the tombs hall unaware of anything. This is what Trakhsis though when a new sound was heard. For he stepped upon, a leaf. How did that get in here? Organic material might still be neat the entrance from being dragged into the tomb. But definitely not this deep? Surely a scarab would’ve eaten it. He was now fully alert. Looking around his entire surroundings. The warriors remained as unmoving as those still asleep; Tonomekh still in the greeting hall watch on curiously. He had stopped paying attention, yet now his was invested. Just like a play written by the great Khanath herself.

Trakhsis had sent 6 warriors off to investigate in various directions. Due to the unusual circumstances specifically ordered “fire on sight, shoot too kill”. The quiet once boring, became unsettling. Until in the coner of his own eye, he saw something. Amongst the highest peaks of warriors he saw a different figure. One remaining out of place. A figure holding a rifle pointed at *BANG*. Before a trigger was pulled Trakhsis had already had begun the action of dodging. That which just barely made the bullet miss. A faint muffled sound of annoyance is heard.

Following their orders the warriors had begun to raise their weapons and trakhsis knew what would happen before the fire was returned.

The Guass fire destroyed an entire unit of warriors. And it kept on going. Trakhsis had already ordered them too stop, yet that short delay felt eternal. With the intruder, no body could be seen and he rushed up there faster than he thought himself capable of. As he feared not a smudge of gore let alone a dismembered limb, typical remains of guass weapons, remained. Hoping this meant utter obliteration. Yet Tonomekh had rushed too the nearest lychguard; he saw the intruder get away. Now the Phaerakh and Phaeron lives may be at risk.

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