This region might once have held the Necrontyr homeworld. Any Necrons entrenched here had to possess either overwhelming strength or extraordinary political cunning.
This Necron Dynasty had not been awakened by humans or some other xenos digging up their tombs.
Their resting place was not on a planet or a moon.
It was inside a star.
A C'tan Shard.
The Burning One, Niadra Zhasa.
These Ancient Ones had awakened at the Silent King's summons, but refused to serve him now that he had lost the master control protocols.
Szarekh's crimes were beyond counting. The anguish of losing his flesh haunted this dynasty's overlord's mechanical circuits. Most importantly, his once-living subjects had completely lost their self-awareness. They were no different from the dead.
The overlord harbored boundless resentment over his failure to protect his subjects. He supported biological reversal technology, but no longer trusted any other Necron faction.
The problem was that his personal mechanical protocols remained fully intact. His Crypteks were entirely under his control and had been ordered to stay in their lair researching biological reversal technology.
Constantly rifling through their own knowledge banks-wasn't that like searching a map for new islands? They would never get anywhere.
This time, Evan barged straight into his territory. The Crypteks were still fruitlessly trying different combinations of technologies when they saw a great swarm of humans rush into their domain.
They immediately proposed to the overlord that they needed biological organisms to study.
The overlord had a screw loose himself. What was the point of studying those things? Did they intend to restore his sacred Necrontyr subjects as such inferior, barbaric creatures?!
The question was, where in this universe could they find any living Necrontyr?
Who knew? There were certainly none left in the Milky Way Galaxy. They would have to search