The Necron had all engaged in a large counter-attack as Sakmet fought hard against the virus to draw the battle plans. Suddenly the Eldar Scorpions about to attack her came to her knowledge, and calculations had to be rerouted - Kafele's unit truly needed to deal with the units it was fighting against, so she turned to give a command to the lonely Deathmark above the structure to phase into a shooting angle and a protective command to the Destroyer unit that was battling overhead to retreat and regroup in her position. She was giving up the Nightscythes, but in the moment she needed back-up in the upcoming fight. The Lord then aimed her Staff of Light to shoot at the charging scorpions - death to the Children of the Stars!
A Swooping Hawk fell and Casat felt the hollowness of his rage briefly subside as the body fell and scored against the tomb's floor. It returned in an instant as another Destroyer was destroyed by a perfectly executed three way assault, two of the Hawks goading the floating skirmisher into the path of a deployed Haywire grenade. Rushing through the air toward the fight he engaged the grenadier amongst them, catching the Eldar in a rare moment of surprise and smashing his head into paste as her helmet shattered from the sheer impact of his hover-body flying straight into it. Each speck of gore splattered over his Necrodermis was something....filling, by all means it should of disgusted him but the smear on his form was a welcome trophy of sorts, he would teach these Eldar to fear him in short order. Appalled by the sheer brutality of the death the Swooping Hawks sought revenge and Casat was ready to meet them once more, yet a new command flooded his systems and begrudgingly he fell back in good order. Sweeping from side to side he dodged the return fire of Lasblasters while training his Gauss Cannon on the coming Scorpions. "They lurk in the shadows...." His weapon fired illuminating the Aspect Warriors in a flash of blue as one of their number simply ceased to exist. "The light of death shall find them..." The first words he had spoken since awakening, they felt true to him, they felt right.
as the Over lord made his way up the crypt the sound of battle began to become heard. the slowly awakeing tomb began to stir, as the though of Phaseing out was a easy way out of this, out of pure instinct he tryed to delete the guilt of leaving the tomb defence less, it was the hard part of this, he cant escape without doing something... he knew what to do, he didnt like it yet he had to do it... soon he got distracted by the iconic sound of a Staff of light fireing, and Infeiours screaming.. he turned his attention to the Squad of Scorpions that had Charged the Local lord. He let out a loud Childish giggle... and a Inferno of green fire consumed the unexepted Scorpions.. as the fire consumed the still liveing Eldar he walked in front of them and Pronaunced to the lord, His strange cold voice made a clear way to though Sakmets mind. his form was familliar yet alien, the Royal red and gold covering his shoulder pads, the Empty dark eyes the Glyph in his head. Before she could interroupt the overlord already had said: Iam Zceeee nook,Last ot the Great exterminators, Phaeron of the Sacarelic dynasty sorry about the Thresspassing, but i think that my Expertice is needed. your tomb is under attack from inferiours, hold this. He lays the soul stones in the arms of the confused lord and walk past her... ...to return again and say: this way...
Nayrumus nodded physically though it was useless, it was some sort of.... Reflex, yet he did not remind why. It was unnecessary - yet somehow it felt natural.... No... It did not feel like much at all. New protocols kicked in. The Deathmark phased out and moved to another position. With a new position acquired, easily within a minute - as he was in a hurry - more shots emerged out of his high-precision weapon. Felling an Eldar which threatened to take upon his lordship. But they would not succeed, for him and the other loyal subjects were still standing... AND fighting! For the war has never ended, but this battle would be not lost. The Deathmark had to redeem his flaws of the past and do better in his assigned tasks, for disappointment in the leadership was unacceptable.
(OOC: i this is kinda silent, good necron atsmophere but ill kick some life back into this: [Reanimation protocol]->in-> ...3 ...2 ...1!) As the Soulstones were in safe hands, Zcee nook turned to the what should be Self ignited and burning squad of Scorpions, to find less of them burning to death by his supreme flames than he had hoped for, yet more of them killed by Gauss weapeons, than he could have hoped for. [Scans confirm the precence of:] Superiour-non.sacarelic-Destroyer-1-Preserve Superiour-non.Sacarelic-deathmark-1-Preserve Inferiour-Eldar.bugs.-4-Exterminate he mumbed to himself of pure protocol... The Overlord Imagened how the last Scorpions inferiour face would look then he crushed them, as he lifted his right arm to let the Green fire toast the remaining... the deathmark and the Destroyer saw their targets begin consumed a green flare of supremacy.. Though the fire walked a Overlord, not originated from their dynasty. An ideal threat, an intruder. Necrons dont look kindly on Threspasseers. not by primitives. not on any one. The cold strange voice said: mikhanum dynasty i asume? i can recall that blue colour any where in the galaxy... or the tuktakh... but that is in the other side of the Galaxy right? The overlords voice was not what they had expected, not as deep, nor as commanding or slow as the regulare lords . the Voice was almost joyfull, faster than the ussual, high pitch at times... but still cold and Necron. His status as a Phaeron still manifested as a strange Relentless Felling. more like a power boost, to an already heavy body, that just had awoken.
Casat felt some mild confusion amongst the empty rage boiling within his Necrodermis, these Eldar were far more skilled than he could remember, there were so very few considering they were attempting to assault a magnificent tomb world and it's thousands strong legion... The Hawks were back to harass them, another one of the lighter Destroyers taken down by concentrated Lasblaster fire. He strained what was once his own frail mouth to try and sneer but his leering mask failed to express, his weapon would have to make up for it. Locking in randomized firing patterns he began loosing shots up at the Swooping Hawks as they fled back toward the shadowed ceiling, redirecting power from his other systems to power the weapon. Penning them in with what appeared to be wild shots Casat lined up his cannon, a fifth arc of azure lightning atomized the lower half of an Aspect Warrior and they began to plummet. returning his power flow to normal he raced away as one of the Eldar sought revenge, the other, most curiously, was putting herself in yet further harm trying to catch the body. Deft hands wrestled with her fallen aspects soul stone, quickly trying to pry it away and spare another soul when so many had been lost already, the Gauss technology of the Necrons remorselessly obliterated everything struck; flesh, armor, weapons and gem. There would be more judging by how many more of the metalic slaves were awakening. Casat homed in on the vulnerable target, sweeping himself from side to side or diving down only to zip up or break even further in a new direction, putting multiple protocols into use to evade the fire while engaging a vulnerable target of opportunity. At least that is what he once told himself so very very long ago, before his mind was stripped of it's own hard 'wired' protocols that many of the others still operated on. Now it was aggression and hatred in it's purest form, no counters or weights trying to divert him away from the most ancient and true of callings. The Hawk seemed to of found what she wanted but his heavy Gauss Cannon was all set for a killing blow, barrel whining before....damage. Heavy damage was registering on his central core, something had struck him but what he couldn't tell. Power was rapidly draining, grav-engine failing as the world began to fly around him with tomb floor rapidly nearing. Overhead an Eldar in ornate jeweled armor with an equally obnoxious weapon to match strafed above where he had previously been. "It is a lost cause brothers and sisters. We must fall back, we cannot win here. " Their Exarch's words were clear and the rest of the Warhost seemed to be meeting similar results, they knew this was beyond them now, too late to beat the rising inhabitants. Casat raged quietly as the retort of rapid fire laser weaponry died down replaced only by the screech of Gauss weaponry firing as the ancient foe retreated. "Damn you all...." Darkness took him with a roar of metal sundering against ground.
The Deathmark was confused by the Overlord - Where might he have come from? Is he the reason the Eldar came here in the first place? He gave a last shot into the Eldar force before phasing out and appearing on a raised position behind the Lord. He talked and moved strange, yet his aura was undeniable aiding in his resurrection protocols as power from him streamed out. Yet nobody would simply step into the Tombs of his Lord and Queen. The Rifle was aimed for the head before he used his words. "Have you lured the Eldar here? Are my Queen and my Lord in danger because of you? What are your motives?" The voice was ice-cold, yet filled with hatred. Hatred which was only usually aimed this strong towards the Old Ones and their many many little allies like the Eldar. But why did he not just activate his weapon and get rid of this Trespasser.... He could have been invited by his lordship as a savior? ... No he could not act without more intel... Not again, for that is what made him a bad Deathmark before the slumber. He required to know before acting. Nayrumus was no fool anymore.
Behind the frail metallic figure of Sakmet a portal appeared, hauling the remainders of Kafele's Lychguard. The damaged warriors recovered visibly each second, as the Scarabs and the living metal did their deeds. The Queen had not been damaged. She stood with her bodyguard, a Casat and Nayrumus, before this stranger of another Dynasty. She tried to calculate the possibilities of taking him out before he could consume her Tomb, but her senses were blurry... Something was broken inside - the virus slowly killed her. The small Necron construct with the silver mask gave a swift command to the Deathmark to lower his weapon. She couldn't calculate the odds, and protocol - "no! Not protocol!" Sakmet thought. "Reason", dictated not to proceed with variants uncalculated. "Hail, Great Exterminator." A silent command told the Tomb to ready and load the scheme to fight another Necrontyr force... Just in case.
(OOC: Sorry, everyone! Something must have been wrong with my notifications - I checked in once and again, but it said no one had replied to any of the threads I'm in so I didn't write any more. Thank you for those who sent me a PM to ask for my situation, though. )
Zcee nook had never been great at reading faces and the Cold undead masks that now covered his race face, didnt help his situation. He spoke agian in his strange voice: Well meet dear lord, iam sure that this sudden awakening was... new to you, eh... an explaination of my Doings here is in its place i guess. Zcee nook lookes at the deathmark behind him and begins to walk around and picks up spirits stones. Iam sure that my Introduction must have been quite a shock for you, to find The Last of the Great exterminators here... bit sorry about the mess, but they are Retreating... so they wont be a problem. i will be leaving as soon as my force has located their origen... such as a Webway portal? he hold up a spirit stone in the light to inspect the damage. You not by any means know any nearby webway portals?
