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This is going to be a short story about a Necron Deathmark. I will update it whenever I get a brainwave. Here goes:

++Nakarlok V was a Necron Tomb Wold. During the Great Sleep, the Imperium had settled on the world. Now that the time for reawakening has come, Phaeron Anrakyr has ordered the Necron presence be made known. Deathmark 267 is despatched to carry out the 'announcement' in a manufactorum city in the southern hemispere++

267 scanned the hazy outlines of the buildings that appeared in this dimension. One leap sent 267 to the rearest roof, where it dropped back into "reality", although it didn't come completely out of hyperspace. Another panoramic scan confirmed that there was indeed two points of interest in this sectror: the local Caidian barracks and the Manufactorum itself. 267 thought of the best approach, then reported back to Anrakyr.
"Proceed as planned, Deathmark, barracks first"
"Yes, Phaeron"
267 re-entered the space between dimensions, an area of the warp only Deathmarks can access to move great distances in a sort time, and traveled to the Imperial Guard's Barracks. Dropping out of all levels of hyperspace, 267 readied his Synaptic Disintegrator. It stooped down to pass under a pipe, and was suprised to see two guardsmen smoking. The one Guardsman who was looking in the pipe's direction dropped his tab and began to lift his Lasgun toward 267. The Deathmark scoped in on both the Guardsmen's heads with a speed creditable only to the Living Metal body it had. One single blast severed every synapse in both of the Guardsmen's brains, stopping their hearts and slamming their breathing to a stop. Both of them fell without a sound, except the clunks of flak armour on the floor.
***5 minutes before***
Guadsman Carlos was a slacker. A 26-year-old slacker. The only reason he hadn't been executed when the Commissar caught him smoking on patrol was that at that point a Geanstealer about to kill the Commissar was shot perfectly between the eyes, by Carlos, through a 5 centimeter gap beneath the Commissar's arm. The memory of that day still managed to bring a smile to Carlos' face, even on a wet, rainy day. Carlos was leaning against a wall, looking over another Guardsman's shoulder at a rusty old pipe linking the Barracks and a Sewage Vat, with bored eyes. Both of them where thinking of leaving the Caidian 57th and just walking round shooting stuff with their Lasguns.
"The only problem there, Carl" said Bob "Is that is what's called 'Heresy' in our line of work"
"I know Bob, but I just can't stand standing around doing feth all anymore" Carlos started lifting the cigarette back to his mouth, and a tall, metal, clearly xeno skeleton rounded the corner and stooped to fit under the pipe. Carlos dropped his tab and started to aim his Lasgun at the robot, but the robot raised it's own weapon much faster. A near-silent pop and the rush of speeding death was the last sound those two guardsmen heard before the darkness took them.
***
This is too easy. thought 267. The Deathmark went over to the dead Guardsmen and pulled one of the Bayonetes out of its sheath. Ducking back into it's hyperspace state, 267 walked through the wall into the barracks and looked around. Twelve bunk beds, two of which were completely empty. Four out of bedthought the assassin to itself. walking the length of the room, the Deathmark stood over one of the Guardsmen's bed and dropped out of hyperspace. The Guardsman was still oblivious to the fact he was dead meat. 267 liked it that way. Softly tilting the Guardsman's head to its left, the Necron assassin stabbed the man in the base of the skull. Another silent kill. 267 repeated this for the top bunk, and for another five whole beds, totaling fourteen of the total twenty-four plus the Commissar. At this inoportune moment, the Commissar walked in with two Guardsmen. All three opened up into 267,waking the entire Barracks. The Deathmark let itself be 'killed' without a fight. It began it's phase out during the incapacitation period during which the lasblasts were repaired.
***
Commissar Colanto looked at the dead necron on the floor. He couldn't believe that a Necron had managed to infiltrate into his barracks and murder half of the regimental officers in under a minute. At least it died thought the commissar. The Necron twitched, and Colanto shot it again. All the base was on alert now as the racket of gunfire had roused the base.
"Is it dead?" asked one of the Guardsmen. The Commissar rounded on him.
"What does it look like corporal?" asked Colanto sarcasticaly. A gasp and a choked gurgle from befind the Commissar made him turn back around. Sergeant Bove fell with a Bayonet stuck in his neck, and the necron was gone. A sharp tug at the rear of the Commissar's belt removed his Power Sword from it's sheath. Colanto whirled round, regestering a silver-blue flash and an immense pain erupted from his left shoulder. The Caidian veteran fell to the floor clutching the stump that was what remained of his left shoulder. Through the agony the wound was causing, Colanto could hear the rattle of lasgun fire and the screams of the men as they where slain, one by one, at the hand of the invisible assassin. The gunfire stopped with a wet, sloppy-sounding thud. Blood sprayed over Colanto as two seperate clunks told the crippled Commissar that the last officer in the regiment had been either decapitated, or rent in two by an almighty blow from the Necron intruder. A cold metal hand grabbed the back of his neck, and Colanto knew the end had come.
***
267 hoisted the shuddering Commissar into a headlock, and squeezed tightly.
"Gerrof me!" snarled the choking, crippled Commissar. In response the Deathmark repositioned its arms and snapped the Caidian Commander's neck like a dry twig. Letting the limp corpse fall from it's bloostained arms, 267 bent over and picked up it's Synaptic Disintegrator and the Power Sword, which was stored in a phase-bubble at the Deathmark's left hip. Thus armed, Deathmark 267 re-entered the Hyperspace void between dimensons, and headed for the Manufactorum, stopping only to pick up some demo charges.

Now, if Deathmarks were this awesome on tabletop....

Draigo would be

IHateNids wrote:Draigo would be

Call GW. Tell them its me.

IHateNids wrote:

"Please, don't" gasped the choking, crippled Commissar.

Somehow this just doesnt sound realistic. Sounds like a rape scene when it should be the commisar saying "Like i give a fek!" and spitting blood on the floor

good point. Story edited.

Good story like it a lot.