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Please keep in mind that this is the first draft of a short I'm currently doing;

Tomb world Zeenkenr’ik home of the Necron Dynasty Kaulo’tep lays in ruins, the Imperial factories sit idle with no human to work them. Cities empty of all life that once contained billions months previous, humanity was cleansed from this planet with a cold calculating hand.

Seth’tyr stood dominating the view of thousands of imperial guardsmen, General Duran Dromm held aloft in his mechanical hand. The lower half of the human leader’s body severed clean off, what remained twitched as Seth walked into view of the remaining humans. His body of living metal shinned gold and green, flashes of light sparked as a handful Las rounds were unleashed towards the Pariah.

“Your meaningless lives have now been forfeited to Time, I granted humanity one opportunity to remove its presence from MY world....” Seth’tyr metal face didn't move, no human could see any signs of articulation but still they could hear his voice. Tossing the corpse into the ranks of men caused the 2 front lines to tumble over or drop their weapons in surrender. “...now you all will die.”

With those words still ringing in their ears, the ground beneath the guardsmen erupted. Flayed Ones crawled their way out of the dirt, the smell of decaying flesh and dried blood emanated from them as they grew endlessly in numbers. Within moments the Imperial soldiers were reduced to piles of dissected flesh and bone, the unlucky ones that survived being ripped apart could be heard screaming for their mothers and crying out the Emperors name in one last attempt to evoke revenge on their lives.

This was Seth’tyr Zeenkenr’ik’s world, this was his planetary system. In life Seth founded his house shortly before the bio-convergence, aeons later his Dynasty was small in size but ambition still resided in his now lifeless constructed body. A Necron Overlord’s body doesn't cir cum to time, their bodies won’t decay with the years but Seth’s plan is; his endeavor to expand his dynasties hold over 100 worlds will begin today. A rivals Tomb World is but only a short space travel away, with those resources in his hand and the occupying Overlord crushed or reprogrammed there would be no stopping the Zeenkenr’ik Dynasty controlling the nearby systems.

An ambitious Necron lord.. It will be interesting to see whether he conquers the other Tomb World successfully.