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This is a story that has been cooking in my head for a while, I will add to it when bored

Velthrax Sturrn walked calmly down the dimly lit corridor, his face was a mask of composure, probably because it was mostly inexpressive mechanics, his weather beaten robe swished gently as he swept along. He reached the door at the far end of the stark corridor All this grey is somewhat oppressive... Sturrn thought Would it kill them to add a little colour? Considering the likelyhood of an ambush whilst redecoration was in progress, yes it would. He pressed in a super-secret code that only the Mechanicum*'s inner circle were aware of, the ancient door squeaked open.

Inside, several robed figures turned to face him, one bleated in a mechanical voice
"Welcome, techpriest, the xenospecimen is awaiting your observation..."

*The Mechanicum, a secret organisation dating back thousands of years (NO GIRLS ALLOWED!)

To be continued

Wow, he pressed a Super-Duper-Secret code into the little button machine that was for Super-secret eyes only...and of course no girls can see the Super-Secret code because they have cooties.

Exactly...

The chamber was dark and smelled peculiar, but Sturrn's mechanical nose didn't notice, the only light was shining on an archaic table, upon it was what seemed to be a pile of scrap metal. As Sturrn drew closer, he noticed that it was a machine (or at least half of one...) in the shape of a skeleton, Necron thought Sturrn's mechanised brain.
"We caught this four days ago" explained one of the other Techpriests in the room. "It and four others like it attempted to attack one of our mining colonies, nobody was hurt and we crushed them quickly." By 'we', the Techpriest probably meant 'my expendable minions', it did not bother Sturrn.
"Why isn't it moving?" He asked. The tea-servitor* answered him
"SPECIMEN IS HELD IN STASIS, WE AWAIT YOUR COMMANDS", In Sturrn's opinion, all that caps lock wasn't necessary, but servitors had their own way of doing things. "Deactivate stasis" he ordered "I wish to inspect the xeno" with a boop, the stasis field vanished, the Necron slowly turned it's skeletal head to face Sturrn. "The autopsy must be quick" explained the Techpriest who had spoken before "Necrons have been known to... vanish before experiments could be performed." Excellent thought Sturrn I shall be the first to discover the mysteries of the Necron, I'll be rich and famous! I could buy myself a biological face! Sturrn never got his face, however. The Necron began to fade, just disappear. Before it totally vanished it raised an arm...

And gave Sturrn the finger

*Tea-servitor, a mechanical assistant designed to dispense pipng hot beverages to the upper class gentleman

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Eiric trundled along in his cart, the rickety old creation bounced along the cobbled road, but as long as his Ckreath* kept it moving, he was happy. He looked around and saw all the happy sights of his village, the children playing in the streets, the traders selling their wares, a man mercilessly beating his wife, all was well. Although, there was one thing wrong, the armed men patrolling the streets with lasguns shouldered, sweat streamed down their faces, which were paler in colour than the normal folk's. Fething off-worlders Eiric thought no good comes from off-worlders. This was the truth, the Caydiuns, or whatever they called themselves, looked down on the people of Eirics planet (Luthair's World) because they were 'less advanced'. A few months ago, a convoy of off-worlders had arrived on Luthair's World, led by some tall fether with a metal face. Sturrn Eiric remembered That was 'is bleedin' name. They said they were coming for some census or something, but their manner made Eiric suspicious, the Sturrn git had leaked oil from his face the whole time Eiric had seen him, he had guessed that was the mechanical version of sweating, either that or someone needed to tighten the screws in his jaw. The point was, they had designated Luthair's World a 'Medyeevul planet' Eiric didn't know what the feth Medyeevul meant, but he didn't like the sound of it.

Suddenly a shape appeared in the middle of the road, almost completely transparent, but steadily becoming more opaque, the off-worlders readied their rifles nervously as it materialised into what looked like a metal skeleton, or at least half of one, it's legs were missing. The Caydiuns began to yell as the ground bulged and heaved beneath them. Gleaming metal arms reached up towards the sun and metal skeletons just like the broken one hauled themselves out of the earth, except with legs and archaic looking rifles. They turned and began to fire at the assembled crowd. Oh fething, fething feth thought Eiric. The Off-worlders began to yell and fire their lasguns at the skeleton-things, but the lasers simply bounced off, two bolts of glowing green energy arced towards Eiric, one tore through his cart whilst the second smashed into his Ckreath, sending the creature to the floor Space emperor help us! Eiric silently prayed. All that was left of the street was rubble and blood, the metal-thingys turned to face Eiric as he cowered pitifully.
"For the love of the Emperor!" He screamed "Have mercy!" The skeletons remained dead-silent and slowly marched towards Eiric.

The last thing he remembered seeing was the broken skeleton pointing it's middle finger at him

*Ckreath, a serpentine beast of burden native to Luthair's World

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That naughty necron. He shot a poor medyeevul man the bird.

Tank Commander Ervin Yelts was the first of the armoured convoy to lay eyes on the ruins of the village, strewn with odd, fleshy, red blobs. He ordered the crew of his Chimera to vox the rest of the convoy with the news. The village was dead, every building reduced to rubble, Yelts climbed down the hatch into the tank and stepped into the passenger area.
"Ahem" he coughed "Beggin' yer pardon sir, but we're in sight o' the village, what be yer orders?" His passenger turned to face him, his metal face unreadable
"You may proceed, Commander, with all haste." Yelts blushed at the word 'commander', that's what he'd told the Techpriest he was, but it wasnt totally lying. The convoy trundled into the ruined town centre and the expedition disembarked. Yelts wondered what he'd gotten himself into, he was in the company of three techpriests, one was bad enough but three? One of the Techpriests issued orders to his servitors, of which there were about a score.
"I want DNA tests on all of the corpses, we must account for all the dead." Corpses? puzzled Yelts What Cor- he realised that must be what the fleshy, red blobs were. He began to retch.

A while later, the servitors returned, they addressed the techpriests with one voice, all speaking in unison, it was kinda creepy.
"ALL INHABITANTS OF SETTLEMENT DESIGNATION X109W ACCOUNTED FOR, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF ONE"
"One?" Queried a Techpriest "Who?" The servitors beeped back a response "EIRIC HAND, SPECIES: HUMAN." The Techpriests looked nervous, or at least as nervous as machines get anyway, "What could they want with a simple farmer?" Said a Techpriest "What do you think Sturrn?" The one called Sturrn paused for a moment, then muttered "The Pariah Gene*"

That sounded bad...

*The Pariah Gene; a genetic abnormality present in some humans, causing them to become psychic nulls, hence the rise of the Psyker-hunting Culexus Temple of Assassins, if a Pariah Gene human falls into the hands of the Necrons, we're all screwed

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The Necron stepped through the doorway of the black stone structure, approximately 2 miles in height and pretty damn wide. It had had a family once, and a name and a mortgage, but it had them no longer and missed them not, especially the damn mortgage...
It looked to it's right and saw a group of floating scarabs carrying a glowing scythe-like weapon, which it took. Scarabs waiting on me hand and foot? Thought Mr Necron* I think I'm gonna like this! Mr Necron had only just become a Necron, yesterday he was a human, he couldnt remember his name though, maybe Arik? Nah, probably not. He turned again and looked out across the rolling hillside, seeing dotted human settlements, and off in the distance, the looming bulk of a hive city. There was much work to be done here, boring and monotonous work, with a side order of slaughter. Just right for a genocidal walking laptop (A Necron in laymans terms)

Perfect thought Mr Necron

*Mr Necron, the name given to this particular character for the purposes of continuity throughout the story

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I like your idea with this story. Necrons are cool.

Thanks,

Commander Opius of the White Hawks* 3rd Company of the Adeptus Astartes paced up and down the command bridge of the Battle-Barge, named The Revelation but nicknamed the big-ass spaceboat by some of the less-disciplined Neophytes, he heard a creaking sound and looked to see a Space Marine Attempting to squeeze through the door, which unfortunately was not sized for the portly gentleman, or the Power-Armoured one. Ironic for an Astartes vessel mused Opius,
"My Lord Commander" announced the Marine, halfway through the door and apparently having given up trying to get through "Astropathic messages having been flooding in from the planet surface, reports of Necron Xenos activity and calls for assistance, the most worrying regarding threats to the capital! Should I get the men to the Drop Pods?"
"No" replied Opius curtly, the Marine portested "but my Lord! The capital is threatened! We must act!" "We must not appear hasty" replied Opius calmly "I will commit our forces only when the governor himself has requested our assistance."
The Marine sighed, he was aware of his Commanders long-held grudge against the governor of Luthair's World, but he thought that pride would not get in the way of saving millions of innocents.
He was wrong, you might as well try to open a brick with toenail clippers than try to understand Commander Opius

*The White Hawks, a chapter of the Adeptus Astartes, Chapter motto: All Traitors and no Xenos makes Septimus a dull Battle-Brother, referencing the chapters preference of fighting multiple enemies

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Sgt. Grimm of the Cadian 123rd looked over the ramparts of the hive cities outer defence wall, all was quiet. Although with all these recent xeno raids you can never be sure thought Grimm, ever since Necron raids had claimed about 1/3 of Luthair's World's smaller towns and villages, and nearly 10 Hive Cities, millions had flocked to the Hive City, Known as Luthair's Landing*, in the hope that the capital would provide safety for them and their livestock. They don't give a feth about their families though Grimm thought grimly. He blinked, he thought he could make out faint shadows on the plain, although nothing could possibly be casting them...
Blink.
The shadows became more pronounced, there were half a dozen of them, slowly blackening spots of land...
Blink.
They turned from black blobs on the ground to clear black mounds...
Blink.
Ghostly Green glows appeared at various points on each blob...
Blink.
Now they began to move towards the city, ever so slowly...
Blink.
Now the whole garrison were on the ramparts, viewing the blobs, there were some more on the other side, they had surrounded the city...
Blink.
And now they were shadows no longer, but solid black pyramids stretching toward the sky, gigantic green gems glowing at the top of each one...
Blink.
"MONOLITHS!" Someone screamed "NECRONS! TO ARMS!" Everyone scrambled to their arms...
Blink.
Now a phalanx of gleaming metal warriors marched at the side of each Monolith...
Blink.
A Flash of light leapt from the gem of the nearest Monolith, exploding a section of the wall in a deafening blast...
Blink.
A broken warrior crawling alongside a Monolith pointed straight at Grimm, then waved it's middle digit at him...
Blink.
A dark stain spread across Grimm's trousers as one of the archaic guns of the Monolith trained on him...
Blink.
That was the last time Sgt. Grimm of the Cadian 123rd ever blinked...

*Luthair's Landing, Capital City of Luthair's World, named because Luthair fell flat on his face at the site of the city before it was built by colonising imperials, to this day a statue of the great man lies on it's fface in the city centre

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Planetary Governor Lucius Blorrn gazed through the foot-thick armour-glass of his palace window, high at the top of Luthair's Landing, seeing the destruction as his meagre troops were overwhelmed by the Skinless Necrons, he turned to face his assembled council of advisors. A group of a dozen rotund gentlemen looked nervously at the scene outside the walls, foreheads sweating, beady eyes darting around, multiple chins wobbling. Blorrn addressed the council
"My Lords, we are gathered to discuss exactly how we are to protect Luthair's Landing from the hateful xenos. I will open the floor to any suggestions." Everyone remained seated, partially because they had no ideas, but mostly because they were squeezed tightly into the chairs. Eventually one man spoke up
"The Adeptus Astartes are in orbit around the Planet, maybe we could..." "ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Roared Governor Blorrn "Techpriest Enginseers of the Adeptus Mechanicus are inbound at the head of the Cadian 124th's Armoured Company, coupled with that of the 123rd's, surely that should be enough?" A Turkey-Necked advisor timidly made a remark
"I'm not sure that would work Governor, look." He waved a podgy finger out of the window, the Cadian 123rd's armoured counterattack was strewn all over the plains. "My Lord Governor, this is madness, we must call the Space Marines!" wheezed a stressed advisor "NO!" Yelled Blorrn "Absolutely not! I don't want that tin can wearing Soace Marine captain to get the satisfaction of my pleas, we will NOT contact the Space Marines!" At this point, a bolt of Green Death smashed into the room, fully half of the advisors were killed instantly, the rest were knocked onto their backs where they wriggled helplessly like giant turtles. "OK" said Blorrn "Pass me that communicator!"

* Hoorah! This is the first bit of story without an asterisk explainy thing!
Oh wait...

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Hehe, those darn governors.

Mr Necron hacked his way through a Guardsman, he got blood all over himself but really didn't mind at all, his mighty Warscythe sliced through yet another before blasting apart one that was out of reach. It was a good day to be a Necron. The broken one, who could not fight but could stick his middle finger up at people, was crawling forwards into the breach. Towards the Lord of the Necrons. The Lord had given Mr Necron a task. Make sure that the Broken One gets to me undamaged... Of course, the Lord hadn't actually spoken the commands, but Mr Necron got the jist of it. Yet more Imperial Guardsmen stepped in front of Mr Necron, and he eliminated them all, A Sanctioned Psyker gasped in horror as the nature of Mr Necron prevented him from using his powers, before his gasping head was severed. A plucky Guardsman attempted to slay the broken one, but a well-placed Gauss blast from Mr Necron's Warscythe finished him. The Broken One crawled towards the Lord, arriving at his destination. Mr Necron had no immediate enemies around him and his task was done, so he looked up at the sky.
And would've regretted it (If regret was possible for a Necron)
Three large aircraft were soaring across the sky, the Gunships began to rake the Necron ranks with fire from high-caliber firearms, and one destroyed a Monolith with the huge Laser mounted on its fuselage. The fallen Monolith was swiftly avenged as a second Monlith's Particle Whip knocked one Gunship from the Sky, but the aerial assault wasn't over yet, as trails of fire marked the descent of large pods, possibly carrying troops
Here we go... Thought Mr Necron

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As soon as his Drop Pod smashed into the earth, Sgt Arm and his retinue of Sternguard unbuckled their seatbelts (safety first!) and leapt through the doors into the fray, Chainsword hacking at metallic limbs and Ceramite boots breaking metallic faces. Behind him the Sternguard's augmented Bolter rounds tore through armoured bodies, a flash of light indicated the discharge of Brother Symon's Plasma Gun, it melted clean through the body of a Necron and blasted apart the one behind it. You would think this heroic of Symon, but he was in the classic 'totally worth it' Plasma Gunner pose, so it was quite unimpressive. The squad continued to fight, breaking apart Necrons and breaking apart again the ones that reassembled themselves.

Then everything went quite horribly wrong...

It started when Symon's Plasma Gun exploded, the blast killed Symon and blinded three other members of the squad, who were quickly mown down by Necron blades. With the sudden lack of Fire Support, the rest of the squad couldn't keep up, and were slowly reduced until only Arm remained, he hacked and slashed with all the fury of a madman, but he couldn't stop himself being lowly pulled down by the mass of Necrons, when he first saw the company of battle tanks crest the ridge, led by an ancient Baneblade, he decided to die fighting...


To be continued...

Velthrax Sturrn felt so alive. He was back where a Tech-Adept belonged, heading the glorious charge of a tank company. He waved his right arm and a Phalanx of Necrons lit up with explosions. He waved his left and a Monolith was annhialated. He felt like the conductor of a grand, mechanical orchestra, his every whim catered to by explosive cannons.
The Chimeras were the first into the Necron Lines, disgorging squads of Guardsmen and Sturrn's Skitarii. Sturrn himself led the charge out of the chimera and into the enemy. He hacked and slashed with his Power Axe, his Servo-Arms crushing and smashing, Mechanical bodies flailing and dying. It was at this moment he noticed a familiar sight...

Atop a mound of corpses from both sides, a lone Necron stood, pointing the middle finger of it's right hand at him, an arcane Staff clutched in it's left hand. So, we meet again... Thought Sturrn, he furiously fought his way through the Necrons to the mound. The Necron fixed him with a cold, unflinching stare, Sturrn grimly hefted his axe in a salute, before attacking.
Axe met Staff in sparking collisions, Sturrn Parried the Necron's attacks and lashed out with his Servo-Arm. The Necron went for his legs and he blocked and spun, Axe haft smashing into the Necron's thigh. He aimed for it's head and a well-placed staff butt winded him. The Necron swung at his throat, but it was careless, Sturrn's Servo-Arm caught the Staff and broke it in two, he then unleashed a flurry of blows, smashing the Necron this way and that. The Machine collapsed into the dirt. Sturrn hefted his axe and slammed the butt into the Necron's face.

That was satisfying... he thought...


To be concluded...

Sturrn was a blur of red robes and steel as he span through the Necrons, gifting each with a deadly wound, he felt no despair that one in every two of his kills reassembled themselves, there were always more to worry about. He smashed one Necron to face another, a tall, lithe warrior with a skickly green Scythe-like weapon, Pariah, Sturrn thought, and swirled into melee.
Mr Necron was amused by the uppity Human trying to thwart him, he contemptuosly smacked him with the flat of his blade, smashing him to the ground. The metal arm on his back feebly tried to protect him, but was severed with a flick of Mr Necron's Warscythe, Mr Necron's boot stamped on his other weapon, breaking it in two "it is over..." He said with a voice like the opening of a crypt door* "die..." at that moment he saw another human, heavily armoured and bearing a serrated sword, he attempted to rush to the aid of the fallen human, but Mr Necron's comrades bogged him down, causing the human to scream in frustration. The fallen human did nothing but give a curt salute to his armoured fellow, then Mr Necron brought his scythe down on the human's neck...

That was how Techpriest Velthrax Sturrn died...

Commander Opius howled in anger as the Pariah decapitated Sturrn, he slashed like a madman with his chainsword, hurling krak grenades and killing in general until only one Necron stood between him and Sturrn's killer, he hurled himself on top of the Necron, metal carapace creaking and breaking under the weight of his armour, he got to his feet, revealing one very flat Necron. He turned his attention toward the Pariah, and charged, smashing into the Necron with all his might. The Pariah stumbled backwards, and was caught in the face by Opius's Chainsword, the creature fell, it's body broken and ruined. It turned it's marred skull to look Opius in the eye, he thought he saw... humanity... in them, somewhere. "It is all so clear now..." The Necron whispered, it looked vacant, as if recalling times long past. "My name was once Eiric Hand...", Opius was shocked, he knew that Pariahs were converted humans, but he didn't know that they could remember anything about their past lives, perhaps it was just a testament to how strong Eiric's soul had been.
"Rest in peace, Eiric" Opius said, before planting a krak grenade on the Necron...
Opius turned to survey the battle around him, his men and the 123rd and 124th Cadian regiments had done well, there were few Necrons left and each Monolith had been downed, the Lord of the Necron host still, stood, defiance in his green eye-sockets, but Sturrn muttered a command into his communicator and the Lord's skull was riddled with holes from the Sniper rounds of his Scouts. With their lord lying dead in the dirt, the remaining Necrons stopped, completely ceasing all action, they slowly became transparent, even the dead Necrons slowly vanished, leaving nothing but dust on the wind...
Opius never forgot what happened outside the walls of Luthair's landing, following his report to Governor Blorrn, the Governor himself erected a memorial to all the fallen, as it was unveiled, Governor and Commander stood side by side, both hoped that rifts that had grown wide between them could finally be closed now, in the long list of the dead were the names;
Sgt Olyver Grimm, Cadian 123rd regiment
Battle-Brother Symon, White Hawks 3rd Company
Brother-Sergeant Arm, White Hawks 3rd Company
Eiric Hand, Civilian
and, of course
Velthrax Sturrn, Techpriest Enginseer...

* Some Necron Pariahs have the ability to speak, occasionally acting as envoys for their Lords

[b]The End...[i]

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