Trazyn has been pondering in his vault-world for decades since the fall of Cadia. Despite his intervention. Despite unleashing the most terrible things he possessed in his collection. The pylons failed. The grand scheme and pinnacle of Necron technology, the Warp nullifiers. They are gone. Having caused a grand separation of the galaxy that the humans refer to as 'The Great Rift' these days. As daemons and the Lost and Damned burst out of the foreign dimension that the Old Ones brought unto this galaxy as a curse, he worked on an alternate solution. Going through fabled tales and a vast amount of various theories how to stop the warp and it's plague from past civilizations. The advantage of being the biggest curator of the galaxy was the huge amount of knowledge stored away, readily accessible for situations like these. And that is when he came across something very interesting. A weapon or tool rather that was iterated over many different civilizations and always referred to as the same shape with the same attributes. A Gauntlet. And considering Trazyn was known as 'The Infinite', it was the only logical conclusion to give this ominous multi-named artifact a new name. One that would be named after its creator. Because interestingly enough, this gauntlet only ever has been fabled to be able to be constructed - but never was made as the resources were considered unattainable. "But I shall craft this Infinity Gauntlet and stop the warp once and for all." If the Necron was capable of smiling, he would do so now. The ultimate moment of triumph was much closer, finally an answer to the question he was pondering about on how to stop the old enemy. Albeit the eagerness, he could not leave his vault once more undetected. Some of his specimen somehow managed to escape, and he would not have anyone else get away or come without his presence. Clearly the automatons could be fooled, although he still is not sure how. Sadly, the foolish upstart human race was always on the innovative low-tech side of things. He shook his head - focus, Trazyn. Scrolling through his curated individuals he made a decision on who would be most ideal for his Elite Strikeforce to retrieve the crafting materials for the Infinity Gauntlet. Clint Ea'stwood, Non-Tau-Empire affiliated Tau. Former Ganger, proven diplomat and sniper. Quite an intriguing individual who seems to know the concept of 'Greater Good' only as long as it served him and his current gang, once their use ran out - why bother? Typical human in an alien species that revolved around nothing but that. Glyndyr Ogandaur, Custodian Guard. Legendary warrior of the time when the human Imperium was at the peak of its existence. But the fool made it too far into the webway and crossed paths with the Infinite. He acted on intuition to preserve such grand specimen of such a corrupted civilization, time would soon tell whether it was a good decision or not. Saint Julia, Living Saint. Most intriguing it was always told that these women of the Sororitas could only exist if enough faith was accumulated and passed certain tests of such in the name of their so-called God-Emperor. But Trazyn found a way to maintain the status alive, no matter what. The concept of faith was as useless as the concept of sorcery. All had logic, all had its scientific methodology. One only had to look close enough. Not only is it the only Living Saint in his collection, but more importantly normal humans would tremble in awe before her. And foes of hers stunned in awe. Nephilok, Krork. One of the ancestors to what today would be known as Orks. Towering as tall as a small titan of today's age, equipped with masterfully crafted gear fit to what the Old Ones would engineer. Quite an irony, that Trazyn as former Necrontyr would rely on one of their greatest enemies' creations. Nonetheless, he was certain that despite its size and clear imposing danger it would be of good use. Especially since he created a useful tool he was going to introduce the Krork soon. The four of them were brought to a teleportation deck in the shape of a circle with various glyphs around it in a secondary circle with floating circles going towards the ceiling. Trazyn bothered not to show off his defense legions, but instead relied on the stasis systems he could summon at any time to protect himself. The frozen individuals were given back control of their bodies with a swing of his scepter-staff. Although, they would feel weakened since their last time being under control. "Do not worry. I just injected some... Weakening agents in you, to make sure you do not annihilate me, or each other. Listen. You will be freed from my imprisonment. You merely have to get me various items. I will teleport you to the world and from there you will have to find the items on your own. I will know once you found one of such items and then teleport you back here to collect it and reward you with more of your strength returning to you, as well as new items as equipment for you to wield from my collection. Which you can keep even after your freeing. Since you went into stasis, a lot changed in the galaxy. Most of the information will be injected straight into your temporal lobe, to make sure you are up to date. The primary thing you have to understand is that there is a great danger called the Great Rift. If you do as I tell you. We will stop it and grant hope to your home worlds and civilizations to survive against the perils of the Warp. And if you do not do as I tell you..." Trazyn would give a sigh, if he could. "I will put you back in my collection." "If you can agree to these terms, give verbal consent and I will brief you on the first component to retrieve." @BadDo9 - Clint Ea'stwood, Ganger Tau Sniper @High_Adept_Zeth - Glyndyr Ogandaur, Custodian Guard @Vulpas - Saint Julia, Living Saint @TuskatheDaemonKilla - Nephilok, Krork OOC: You may assume that the memory injection includes the background of one another and pretty much anything from the death of Horus all the way to the Indomitus Crusade.