"Ah, this reminds me of a long time ago." Trazyn, the ambassador facilitating exchanges between humanity and the Necrontyr, watched from a place untouched by the fighting. A few Necrontyr warriors stood beside him, but far more numerous were humans bearing dynastic identification markings.
Solemnace was a massive treasury, and it naturally required a considerable number of hands to maintain.
The dull stiffness of the Necrontyr warriors made them unsuited to protecting fragile exhibits, and conversing with such fellows was far too boring. Trazyn was therefore quite happy to employ all manner of methods to make humans serve his museum.
In essence, this was merely an alien's enslavement of humanity. Yet in practice, the humans who worked and lived under Trazyn enjoyed remarkably high standards of living and happiness.
After the alliance between humanity and the civilizations of various races was gradually brought into the open, recruiting museum staff became even easier for Trazyn.
"What did it remind you of, Lord Trazyn...?"
An elderly attendant approached carrying a scroll that had yet to be inscribed with light. Trazyn casually accepted it and began writing his records as he spoke.
"Long, long ago, we were also at war with the Orks. It was on a greater scale and lasted much longer. Several dynasties surrounded the Orks, preventing them from rejoining their main force for ages, yet those dynasties lacked the ability to eradicate them entirely. Thus, the war became a protracted battle of attrition. After fighting us for so long, Ork culture underwent tremendous changes. They organized themselves around the civilizational traits of the Necrontyr and even elected a Three-Waaagh Council and a Mute King..."
The moment he finished speaking, Trazyn clutched his chest and began coughing. Even rolling around on the ground brought him no relief.
The Silent King was