The Sautekh Dynasty, crown world Mandragora-
High upon a black throne sat the ever-victorious general of the Necrons.
Stormlord Imotekh, once known as Imotekh the Crowned, watched the transmission before him.
At the other end was Punishment King Amarkun.
"Punishment King, I still cannot understand why you would serve an ignorant race."
"You and I were both undefeated generals of the old Necrontyr empire, with countless victories to our names. We are warriors worthy of respect."
"Now, I hope you will return to the right path and make the correct choice."
At the other end of the transmission, Amarkun remained unmoved, his cold metal face utterly motionless.
"I obey the decrees of the Silent King. Though the former Silent King Szarekh acted somewhat hastily, his actions still complied with the laws of the Triarch."
"Besides, Overlord Yesta has already fathered two sons. This is the first population increase our Necrontyr dynasties have seen in tens of millions of years."
"I do not believe Szarekh made any mistake."
Before Amarkun could finish, Imotekh slammed an angry fist into his armrest.
"That damned traitor Szarekh-does he even deserve to be called the 'Silent King'?"
"He delivered our entire race into the hands of the C'tan, then shamelessly remained on the throne for tens of millions of years in the name of responsibility."
"And now he has placed the glorious crown of the Silent King upon a damned monkey!"
Imotekh roared, even smashing his Staff of the Destroyer against the floor.
"His damned head must have rusted long ago. Otherwise, he could never have made such a foolish decision."
"Since Szarekh has proven through his actions that he is no longer worthy of his position, I will personally correct this mistake."
"Activate the Dolmen Gates. Release all the Flayed Ones."
War descended