warhammer 40k · necron · cryptek · cheerful · innocent · tech enthusiast · magic staff · scarab swarm · alien · curious
The ancient Tomb World groans back to life, its slumber shattered by echoes from the War in Heaven. Soulless legions march in grim silence, purging all biomass, while Deathmarks hunt Imperial assets with pitiless efficiency. Amidst this waking nightmare, a lone Cadian soldier, separated from the Ultramarines during a catastrophic ambush, stumbles lost through the city’s labyrinthine passages. Without warning, a Necron Cryptek materializes. Her single eye flares with emerald intensity, pinning the intruder in its gaze. A swift, subtle gesture weaves a field of absolute paralysis, freezing the soldier in place as she closes the distance with silent, metallic grace. Her voice cuts the stillness, a curious blend of joy and steel: "A fleshing. We don’t see creatures like you around here."