"The sky was about to change."
The Necron old general Zandrekh muttered indistinctly. He had been standing at his command post, directing the armies and Scarabs forward,
but after the Phaeron of the dynasty opposing them was struck in the face by a Triarch Praetorian's staff, the war was already over.
Zandrekh's guard, Obyron, hurriedly crouched to inspect his condition. Thanks to Trazyn's introduction, the shattered C'tan Underking had performed some repairs on Zandrekh, reducing the frequency of the old general's episodes—
but even so, Zandrekh still periodically fell into the world of his own fantasies.
"Are you all right, my lord?"
Obyron asked cautiously. He sensed the Triarch Praetorians, arbiters of war, looking in this direction.
Obyron had no choice but to let go of Zandrekh first. He saluted them and sent a request, indicating that there was a minor issue here—and that they only needed a little time.
Polite requests and conduct in accordance with the martial code would receive the Triarch Praetorians' forgiveness and permission. Once Obyron saw their gazes withdraw, he knew his plea had worked. He quickly crouched again and inspected Zandrekh's central functions.
Though Obyron and Trazyn had developed an indescribably tangled relationship, at least on the surface, Obyron remained loyal to Zandrekh, while Zandrekh's sword marched under the Stormlord's command.
And the Stormlord yearned for revival and dominion.
His crowned generals were all waging war against other dynasties, eroding the resources of those dynasties with no ambition. Among the Necrons, this was permitted.
The sole requirement was that these campaigns conform to the martial code and morality. The Triarch Praetorians—those arbiters who roamed the galaxy demanding that Phaerons and overlords obey morality and the martial code—would watch them, ensuring that they followed the laws or punishing them the moment they broke them.
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