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Deranged Necron Destroyer





Leicester, England

The walls seemed so weak. They towered high into the sky, fortifications of steel and stone stretching along the length of the city, but to more attuned, mechanical senses they were fragile things susceptible to crumble and fall with any sustained firepower. Satisfied, the Kopakh Cryptek stalked back to his master, arcane trinkets clinking against his living metal dermis as he moved.

Adrokh bowed before the Overlord that towered even above his already tall frame by the standards of any mortal species. "Royarch, the humans remain hiding within the city. Do you wish me to give the order to lay siege?" The Cryptek was already forming mechanoneural connections, drawing upon threads of information outside of the knowledge of any but the Necrontyr to weave a strategy for the forces of the Kopakh Dynasty to follow. His master, the Royarch, made the gestures of contemplation, refusal, cruelty in quick succession and Adrokh sensed that if his rictus skull were still capable of it, Setekh the Eternal would have smiled.

"No, Technomancer," the Royarch intoned, the balefire that flickered in his eye sockets narrowing to cruel slits. "Let them think their fortress impenetrable. I will show them the power of the Kopakh Dynasty, we who broke our own gods upon the anvil of creation." Setekh was resplendent in his raiment of war, a cloak of scales forged with metals not seen in millions of years cascading around his shoulders, his gleaming crown of gold with purple gemstones affixed to his skull.

A burst of binaric static came then, and Setekh suppressed the urge to make the gestures of irritation, anger. The Exterminator glided forward on his repulsor platform, his Warscythe tightly clenched in his metal talons. Even now, Adrokh could not help but feel revolted at the sight of the fallen Overlord who had so mutilated his mechaorganic body, discarding any ties to the time of flesh.

"You will not take their lives from me, Eternal," Ptomakh the Exterminator snarled in a venomous tone. Adrokh knew that Ptomakh sorely wished to put the Royarch's title of Eternal to the test. "I am still rightful regent of this world, and my work here is unfinished. I will hunt them down and tear them apart." At unheard commands, clusters of Destroyers were already gliding towards the city gate, some cackling maniacally to themselves in harsh voices of metal, some cold and silent as the grave.

Without looking at the disgraced Nemesor, Setekh flicked the gesture of dismissal. "This is not my command, Exterminator. Need I remind you of your place in my design?" The Eternal fed a crackle of power through his own regal Scythe, a crescent blade humming with an energy field capable of cutting through any material, an unspoken threat.

Ptomakh moved suddenly, bringing his unmoving death mask less than a metre from the Eternal's. "My place is to eradicate life from this, and all worlds. I will not be cowed." So saying, he began to glide towards the city. Setekh slammed the pommel of his scythe to the dusty ground and with his other hand reached towards the Exterminator and pulled with mental commands, feeling satisfaction as loyalty engrams and technological connections forced the Destroyer Lord to falter. Without raising his voice above a cold whisper his tone was unmistakable.
"You will obey, Nemesor, if you do not wish to see naught but the inside of your casket for the next thousand cycles." Ptomakh's flaming eyes flared into emerald brilliance and he swept towards the Royarch, his Warscythe coming into an attack position.

"I will not be told who or how I ex-"

"You will!" The Eternal roared, and Adrokh took a step backwards, awe and a tinge of fear at the wrath of his master colouring his mind. Leaping with an agility belied by his robotic body, Setekh slammed his fist around the throat of the Destroyer Lord and whipped his blade to Ptomakh's skull. "You will obey my every command, from now until the end of eternity. You will serve the Kopakh until your usefulness has come to its end, and even then you will serve at my pleasure - that of your master. You are nobility no longer, you are a crude and dull weapon that thinks itself greater than its position." Adrokh could almost taste upon the wind that every word the Eternal uttered was laced with layer upon layer of crushing data, wrapping in tight coils around Ptomakh's free will and subjugating him, bending him to make obeisance.

Ptomakh ceased his struggle abruptly and sagged in his master's grip. His voice came slowly, clearly with reluctance, but still it grated from him. "I... obey."

Setekh glared at the once-proud commander of the Kopakh legions, and dismissed him with gestures of revulsion, disappointment, command. "Leave my sight, Destroyer. Return only at my command." The Exterminator nodded slowly, and with a flash of sickening green light he was gone, translated to the tombs below the planet's surface along with the other Destroyers of his cult, no doubt at the will of his Cryptek Menitokhal. Adrokh knew the fellow Cryptek of old, both members of the secretive Conclave of the Infinite Cataclysm. It shamed him to see a proud Cryptek, the technosorcerers of their kind, in subservience to such a twisted and nihilistic creature as the Exterminator.

Setekh, now as calm as he had been before, looked to Adrokh coolly. "I am decided, plasmancer," the Royarch intoned, his voice heavy, ancient and resonant with the weight of ages. "Summon the shard of Ghoszan'ra. I wish to see the first Destroyer's fury unleashed upon these creatures."

"I obey." Adrokh brought his Eldritch Lance to bear and sketched a doorway in the air, his stave leaving trails of emerald fire in its wake. Raising his hand, the Cryptek held a shifting object that resembled both a casket and a puzzle at once, impossible to follow its movements even with the knowledge of millennia and the senses of the dead. A surge of power, and Adrokh activated it, letting it carry his will into the pocket dimension he had opened at the will of his master. In the ancient and half-forgotten dialect of the Necrontyr, the Overseer of the Infinite Cataclysm called into the dark, roiling abyss. "Ghoszan'ra, the Destroyer! You are summoned! Come forth and do the bidding of your lords and masters!"

From deep within the glowing portal came the piercing and metallic screech of a terrible being, its voice infused with raw, unadulterated power. Huge hands with fingers tapered into talons emerged from the portal and gripped the sides, widening the gateway like the maw of some colossal predator, followed by sinewy arms rippling with power. The doorway tore further through the skin of reality, and a monstrous head emerged from the churning darkness. Row upon row of immense, dripping fangs filled its mouth in a terrible grin that split from ear to ear, and as Adrokh stared unflinchingly into its eyes of dark flame he fancied that there was reflected every battle, every conflict and every war since the dawn of time raging in those dark pools. The portal swelled further, again and again in jerking movements, and the Necrons took a cautious step back, Adrokh's fingers sketching wards of power just as Setekh raised his Warscythe. Through the gateway came a bare, powerful chest of rippling silvery metal, followed by the rest of the Star God's body, bare but for swathes of tan pseudo-cloth formed from the same necrodermis shell that housed the entity within.

Ghoszan'ra, the Destroyer, floated before the unwavering nobles and flexed its fingers, seeming to relish its freedom. Emerald lightning played about its torso, and it glared with almost tangible malice. "I will aid the Necrontyr." Fighting to get the words past its enormous teeth, the C'tan seemed almost to chew and spit out each word. "Is it time for slaughter?".
Setekh stepped forward, crackling tendrils of energy cascading from his Warscythe. He gestured to the city walls, and Ghoszan'ra slowly turned, waves of barely contained rage and incredible power rolling off him. "Within these walls are your prey. Hunt them down. Consume their lifeforce. Return when you are bidden."

The Destroyer let out a grating laugh as of metal on metal and opened its palm, curling its talons inward. Sweeping his arm upwards an infinitesimal speck of nothing appeared above the gate, and as the C'tan clenched his fist and brought it down, the mote of antimatter streaked into the gate and exploded with fury as antimatter and matter collided. Snarling, the pseudo-muscles of his body tensing, Ghoszan'ra streaked towards the collapsed gate and into the city. Within moments, Adrokh's senses were reporting the crack of primitive ballistic gunfire, and looked to Setekh the Eternal. The Royarch nodded in satisfaction as a God that had once brought his people so low served at his will. He turned, and with a gesture Adrokh used his technosorcery to translate the ground before them from the lifeless and cracked plains of Safhket to the gleaming deckplate of the bridge of the Kopakh Flagship.

Setekh the Eternal, Phaeron of the Kopakh Dynasty, Regent of Nephthys 7660pts  
   
 
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