"You can't just stand there like that."
"Thank you for backing us up."
Lu Jin walked over to Anrakyr and saluted him with a hand over his chest.
Like the Aeldari, the Necrons had been around for millions of years. Species like theirs often fancied themselves members of superior civilizations and had all sorts of strange customs.
But there was one thing common to all intelligent species: they needed a way to save face.
By thanking Anrakyr with a human gesture of respect, Lu Jin gave him one.
The Necron stopped acting stiff and went along with it. "I did not come to support you, but in pursuit of a greater strategy and the future of the entire physical universe."
Hearing this, Lyleth felt that Anrakyr was already being very friendly toward Lu Jin.
First, he hadn't insisted that Lu Jin follow the Necrons' strange customs.
Second, he hadn't opened with "I" and "you" in the archaic, self-important way that put his status on display and implied, "I'm not like you young, barbaric species."
"But whatever you think, you helped us," Lu Jin said. "At least I didn't kill it while wondering whether Disciple were endless and just kept multiplying the more we killed."
Disciple could split themselves, but not infinitely. They could be killed once their numbers fell below a certain point. Based on what Manros had said earlier, Lu Jin thought this might be because Disciple could split off parts of their personalities to control the copies they created.
Regardless, Disciple were still psychic creatures.
They were more powerful than Blanks, but Blackstone, with its stronger anti-psychic properties, could counter all kinds of Warp tricks. So Lu Jin was grateful that Anrakyr had ordered the Deathmark Sniper to shoot the Ork and told him about Ork subspecies like