(nevermind it then. REKT) The plague started to form. From the centre of the summoning circle, the cultists who sacrificed themselves returned from the dead. They stood there and looked around "What the f-" one mumbled. Undeath and plague run rampant like a shockwave. But at the epicentre of it all, Undeath turned to blooming life and buildings swiftly got taken back by nature. The cultist turned from undead to living. Their memories wiped from the ritual. "Where are those two Crimson Robe marines?" one asked. Another asked "How long have we been sleeping?"only to realise that the battle outside was still going on. "ah..." one simply said before running in panic to find shelter. (I'm slowly retreating from this special snowflake show. Might return later. Have fun dealing with a toughass Great unclean One (especially would love to see how a X107 battlesuit would deal with it) Have fun with nature gripping back onto the planet in an accelerated rate, lets see how urban fighting turns into jungle fighting)
Can Tau be somehow revived as the undead? Just wondering Flamewing buzzed off from the zone. Seeing some magic BS was enough to call it a day for him. After getting back to base, he informed the Farsight Enclave offical about the situation. Suddenly Commander Farsight himself took over the comms. "What is your command, Shas'O Shovah?" Farsight told him that he was now being given a priority order, from the authority of himself. If Farsight had contacted someone personally, it was probably going to be important. He said he'd be giving him Level 4 clearance towards information on these Forces Of Chaos. Flamewing, taking the information was stunned(Though it was only a small part) Farsight then gave him another order. He was to open the dossier with the secret weapon blueprint, construct it and use it. Flamewing agreed to this, Farsight offering him a field promotion to also throw off any speculation. Flamewing dutifully opened the blueprints in his private quarters and was astonished... The plans were huge. It was Space weaponry grade, originally energy harvesters, weaponized. Now it was stolen from the Tau empire. He smiled, this would surely end this stupid war...though it'd take him a lot of time. What's the weapon? It's a large device that will cause a system's star to go supernova(Derived from the codex: Tau trying to harvest several energies from the stars)
Beneath the earth the soft rumblings of warmachines boomed. The sound was dull and the room seemed lifeless. There was no light save for a single spark that traveled along the floor as dust fell around from the booms. *Initiate protocol:Wake-Up* thrummed across the vision of line after line of faceless men clad in black steel and metal. The room shifted as stances changed in unison, ~My people...~ Came a slow raspy voice as the heads all moved together towards the sound. ~Welcome back.~ the voice continued in their minds. Tomb spiders scurried along the ground and began checking the individual soldiers for malfunctions or excess debris. As they worked the hunched and strangely unimposing lord leaned over a small balcony to admire his soldiers. The less mindless immortals began to check themselves manually as the spiders struggled to hurry their work along. The segregated forces looked magnificent to the lord as he watched them all. ~It seems in our absence, a few pathetic "species"~ He nearly spits the word, ~have forgotten who this world really belongs to.~ he taps his long green lit staff on the ground to reinforce his point. ~They have forgotten how war is REALLY fought!~ the immortals stomp once as they recognize the speech is beginning to come to a head. ~They have forgotten who is REALLY in charge of this universe.~ Two stomps. In tune with the stomps comes the pounding of ancient machines, rumbling the ground over head ever so slightly. ~Now lets show them who really runs this show.~ Had he still had lips Lord Tolczaro would have smiled as the stomps continued, perfectly synced with the pounding of machines.
Sir! We have detected massive power fluctuations! Where? Underneath the ground, sir... The commander let out a grumble, and ordered a drone to be sent. Time coudn't be wasted now, he was dedicating all the resources to their superweapon(sun-killer device) He was hoping it wasn't who he thought it was. He had only ever fought them once in his entire life. And that was a small party, compared to what readings predicted here. Nevermind that small issue, Flamewing thought. The Farsight enclaves would soon bring this system to it's knees.
In a desolate desert a ways from the fighting the machines pounded louder and louder as sand shifted and holes opened. Slowly the black clad warriors of steel marched back onto the surface of the planet as clean and ominous as the day they first purged it of life. ~This stage will be our masterpiece, the grand reopening of the Necron drama~ The short hunched form of Tolczaro said raising his hands and staff into the air as line after line of warriors and immortals marched past him. ~My lord, they don't understand your theater references...~ Came a calm and intelligent voice as a taller more powerful looking immortal with a necrodermis cloak walked up beside his master. Long had Lord Tolczaro's sanity been questioned by his elite protectors, but they remained silent about such a dangerous topic. ~It's mostly for my own enjoyment.~ The old necron admitted as his elite immortals stood around him and eyed the landscape warily. The body guard nodded slowly and said nothing as the monoliths and deathmarks followed up towards the end of the marching army along with the rest of the vehicles. ~Have you ever seen such a sight?~ the Lord asked the cloaked guard standing to his side. ~My lord as magnificent as this is, there are species readying super weapons on the planet.~ The immortal said ignoring the frivolous question.
as the blood watchmen picked up their fallen they placed them in the transports as luminous and levitas bowed to their lord "sir tempest was lost" as luminous spoke the lord turned to the armour of his fallen librarian and in the second he did the dust returned to his hand and he slowley chanted as the dust then returned to the armour "so you came brother" as tempest spoke he retrieved his helmet and reatached it "so how was your hunt did you find the device" as tempset spoke the lord walked over to him and spoke in a tone the others understood but dared not listen "of course i found it i am not a marine anymore remember no meer mortal can match me" as he spoke he unfurled his wings and looked at the tau camp "time to take that battle suit from the tau"
Flamewing had already had most of his supplies and troops, including himself in space now. He ordered to get to the dark side of this planet's moon and start construction there. The base on the planet was just too vunreable, only a remaining few recon teams were left to gather remaining supplies and abandon their planetary firebase. They'd do everything on this planet's dark side of the moon now, unseen by anyone. For double security, he made sure his suit could be only activated by himself personally. Back at the base, the remaining recon teams gathering the last supplies saw the space marines(watchmen) walk up. Obediently, they informed the commander of the situation. Flamewing told them to remind these watchmen of their temporary truce with the Imperium. Otherwise, Flamewing ordered them to set the explosives to be detonated on his command to scuttle the base. A brilliant idea, he thought to try and get rid of some Orks. He was hoping he didn't have to use it against the Watchmen. He ordered the recon team to get the remaining supplies, and double-time it outta there.
as the recon team aproached the watchman he walked past them and then looked up and smiled as he vanished in a shadow only for flamewing to see him apear behind him "here this is from a freind" as he spoke he threw him a package with the symbol of the farsight enclave "o'shava said to pass you this and to tell you to get out of here before you launch the weapon" as he spoke the comander noticed the item was a relic of farsights a codex of information on diffrent armys and tactics for vercing them.
~Hmm?~ Tolczaro turned to the towering immortal. ~And their plan?~ He asked in a strangely content and lively voice, uncharacteristic of the necrons. ~Uncertain my lord.~ The body guard responded in a low dark tone. ~Send the deathmarks, let them know we are here and we don't approve.~ The hunched lord said in an offhanded tone as he waved his hand dismissively. In an instant a small detachment of Deathmarks vanished from view to dimension hop to their target. It took the silent team a long while to locate the location of the weapon. The massive power output was not hard for them to detect. The leader Erozco pointed invisibly as a small group meeting below. Marks appeared and the group knelt, waiting for the command as they watched. They waited for minuets, watching, collecting and analyzing.
