Mortarion: This Won't Do

Necrontyr...

Orikan the Diviner silently removed his hood. The river of time was watching him, thrown into utter chaos.

Time was being tamed.

Though unwilling to admit it, Orikan knew that on his own, he could never resolve all of this. He had to find an ally.

Threading through the chaotic and massive subterranean ruins of the Xenos, Orikan accepted the invitation of the Xenos king.

He was also promised a reward.

"I—cannot accept this."

Trazyn said word by word. The Old Ones? The Old Ones?! The Old Ones?!

This word lay dormant in the deepest layers of his foundational logic. All Necrontyr would cautiously steer clear of it. Unacceptable, unable to accept—this anticlimactic war had taken far too many of them.

Yet Trazyn's processor was faithfully executing its function; the truth they stubbornly avoided was right before their eyes. The Necrontyr had gone to war out of jealousy, only to fall halfway into the C'tan's trap... while the Old Ones had simply dissipated.

This... this was the fault of the Necrontyr.

They had wrongly chosen their path, wrongly waged war, and wrongly trusted the wrong targets. When souls were no more and only metal bodies remained, gazing upon their robotic subjects, the Phaeron finally realized the monstrous guilt he had brought upon them.

Yet it was far too late.

They were a group of corpses guarding a massive treasure, no amount of gold or jewels could be taken across to the other side.

The Necrons were long since beings using code to simulate the former Necrontyr. As long as personality data was lost, it was equivalent to dying—

Yet no matter how precise the instruments or how advanced the technology, hundreds of thousands of years were enough to erase everything. They were merely delaying death.

But that was