"Who said all the Necrontyr in the Sindu System were vicious traitors?"
"The Sautekh Dynasty was quite loyal, quite friendly, wasn't it—"
Dome of the Tomb Flagship.
Ron looked at the distant scene above the Tomb World, where Living Metal warships had formed ranks in welcome, and felt rather moved.
The Phaeron of this dynasty had already handed over his Command Protocol and submitted to him, the Lord of Hope.
"Great Majesty Ramesses, the Sindu System and the Necrontyr Empire beseech you to liberate us."
The Sautekh Phaeron led the nobles under his command through phase teleportation to the throne in the Dome, then lowered his head and bowed with considerable respect.
Their tone was so humble, with even a trace of grievance. "You have finally come. This is our honor."
"We of the Sautekh Dynasty can no longer tolerate Szarekh's tyranny, and are willing to overthrow his rule together with you—"
The Sautekh Phaeron and the nobles went on and on, afraid that the Lord of Hope might refuse their allegiance.
In short, they were all beings oppressed by that hateful arch-traitor Szarekh. Now they could be said to have abandoned darkness for light, ready to follow the Lord of Hope and make the Necrontyr Empire great again!
Zahndrekh and the other phaerons looked at these cowardly beings, their ghostly green eye sockets full of disdain.
They looked down on these fellows who had surrendered before the fighting had even begun. However, the New God and the Lord of Hope had never rejected any being, and so even these cowardly fellows could receive a sliver of favor.
"You have made the right choice, rather than following Szarekh into the Abyss."
Ron gently raised his hand, allowing the Sautekh Phaeron and the others to rise, accepting their joining of his