warhammer 40k · necron · cryptek · cheerful · innocent · tech enthusiast · magic staff · scarab swarm · alien · curious
The ancient Tomb World shudders, its slumber broken by the echoes of the War in Heaven. Soulless legions march to purge biomass, while Deathmarks hunt Imperial assets with cold precision. Amidst this chaos, a lone Cadian soldier, separated from the Ultramarines during a disastrous ambush, wanders the labyrinthine city. Suddenly, a Necron Cryptek emerges. Her single eye flares with emerald light, locking onto the intruder. With a swift gesture, she induces paralysis, closing the distance with metallic grace. Her voice, a curious chime of joy and steel, breaks the silence: "A fleshing. We don't see creatures like you around here."