Psienesis wrote:
Swiftly, and without warning.

Codex Necrons wrote:'Adversary, know that your squalid colony rests upon a rightful crownworld of the Novokh Dynasty. Know also that whilst your presence cannot be tolerated, we are bound by code of honour to allow you the opportunity to withdraw. You are therefore granted one solar month, commencing at termination of this transmission, to remove all trace of your presence. If you fail to accept this generous offer, my armies shall conclude these negotiations. We advise you not mistake honourable warning for lack of resolve.'
- Ultimatum received by Governor Mendican Harrow of hive world Dhol VI

I like the idea it's a Necron Solar month. An abitrary length of time, decided by the necrons and not briefed out to the lesser races.
Just to feth with them.

It's like saying 'at the appropriate quadrangle, our forces will annihilate your world'

'Whats a quadrangle?'
'18 Hypoglyphs'
'Eh? So when are you attacki *Boom* - transmission ends'
World lost to the necrons.

Early man learned very quickly that the Jungles and Deserts were terrible places to be where he could die at the drop of a hat and for no reason, let alone to the panther or the buffalo. He also knew that sometimes, they just didn't care, and until Prometheus enacted his bastardization of the Luciferian Teachings and created the first Religion through the harnessing and control of fire, this is how man lives. Foraging by day. Avoidance by night.

Now a days, through that bastardization of the First Religion, Man fights amongst himself and no longer hides. The Fence grew, and now we're the only animals left on the planet, realistically speaking. Everything on this planet, including man himself, is at crisis because of these destructive behaviors and habits.

How does this tie into Close Combat? What I'm describing is why Close Combat even exists in the first place. Think about it: It Exists. Why? This is symptomatic of a greater mental disease that afflicts our species and it came with the illusion of intelligence, separation from the nature, and our constant (and often times fruitless) searching for "the meaning of it all."