Post by LordJET on Feb 27, 2007 17:26:33 GMT -5
<<First Contact>>
Lord JET approached the small Necron formation pushing through the charred remains of the Eldar force with ease. He reached forth with his short range networking devices and found evidence of severe modifications to their communications arrays. This would account for the lack of communication between the separate forces he surmised.
The Lord was ancient yet age had failed to dim his instincts inherited from his short time as a living being and they were telling him that something was wrong. Once again the small Necron group was scanned and Lord JET's superior ocular implants located the source of his disquiet, all of the warriors watched him, which was understandable due to lack of automatic networking however the warriors seemed to be having strange reactions, some remained still to his approach while other's fingers flexed over their Gauss Flayers activation triggers. The remainder of the Lord JET's forces approached from having finished their harvesting and there was no mistaking small signs of...fear and tension amongst his rescued brethren. Something was very odd indeed.
The Lord stopped short of the group and after a moments hesitation one of the warriors stepped foreward and made an ancient and primitive Necrontyr hand signal for Lord JET to follow him, and was signaled an affirmative in kind, and the warriors led Lord JET and a small escort of Immortals to a nearby complex...
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Lord JET analyzed the interior of the complex, while it clearly was of Necron origin several embellishments had been made, the walls for one showed signs of occasional creativity with small Necrontyr pictures from legend were depicted, along with a brief history of the Necrontyr race, Lord JET pretended not to notice the unfavorable light the C'tan were depicted in.
After a short wait further warriors proceeded into the room until Lord JET felt significantly outnumbered...'yes' he thought 'they definitely see their none space hulk brethren as a threat.' The warriors moved aside as one to allow room for a Flayed one to enter the room and approach, the skins adorning his body were of creatures Lord JET had never encountered before, and from the look of them was thankful of the fact.
"I am known as the Demonwearer" It announced in ancient Necrontyr with a dry automaton voice, it had obviously been involved in slave control experiments back in the war of heaven Lord JET assumed before likewise responding "I am Necron Lord designated J.E.T, I received your distress signal and have come to investigate. What is your situation?"
The Flayed one seemed anxious and stated "We were cut off from all contact with our kind for millenia in the warp we have received some damage to our communications and have suffered some...aftereffects of prolonged exposure." He focused on Lord JET trying to gage his reaction to the information so far divulged. Lord JET knew from that moment that the Necrons on the space hulk must have fully reverted to their independent persona's from before the great transformation. He opened a network to his Tomb Ship to teleport in reinforcements as he mentally prepared his men with some regret to immediately open fire on his masters enemies when something stopped him.
As he opened the network with his ship he felt a rapid analysis of his memory core taking place followed by a momentary internal silence before a familiar whispering entered his head exhorting him to reciprocate with the traitors. "I understand...you are...independant of your programming then?" Lord JET responded. The Flayed one acted with physical signs of relief, it knew that if this Lord was completely under the C'tan's control then he would have been fired upon by now. "Yes brother and you can be too, you are obviously well on your way else you would have destroyed me! We hold here the key to our races freedom from our treacherous masters. If you help us reactivate the warp engines of this ship we can return to the warp and the effects will soon disconnect you from your programming!"
A plan began to form in Lord JET's mind whether it was his own or originated from another source he couldn't tell but his strategic mind immediately saw the benefits of it.
"I...accept your offer, my minions memories will be wiped of the conversation have no fear, I am preventing them from opening fire. I should inform you however other species fleets have arrived and have already set up warp inhibitors in the area, warp travel will be impossible, we will have to move the ship on its less advanced engines out of these inhibitors range before our escape will be possible. In light of such I will need knowledge of these engines locations and schematics in order to properly repair them, then I will also need the locations of the control bridge in order to set the most efficient course out of the inhibitors range. If I can have your support in this matter I shall provide your native forces with my Tomb Ships teleporter technology in order to remove your casualties safely back to your enclaves for repair."
"Agreed" replied Demonwearer with a hint of satisfaction in his voice "I shall have the plans drawn up for you immediately."
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Several hours later Lord JET returned to his Tomb Ship after committing the engine locations and details to memory along with what the local Necrons limited knowledge of the command bridges location and operational details.
Lord JET wondered at his new orders and listened patiently to instruction upon how best to proceed with this plan. Soon after as the Tomb ship was moving closer to his next target Lord JET was left with the sound of his C'tan masters laughter echoing throughout his mind...
Lord JET approached the small Necron formation pushing through the charred remains of the Eldar force with ease. He reached forth with his short range networking devices and found evidence of severe modifications to their communications arrays. This would account for the lack of communication between the separate forces he surmised.
The Lord was ancient yet age had failed to dim his instincts inherited from his short time as a living being and they were telling him that something was wrong. Once again the small Necron group was scanned and Lord JET's superior ocular implants located the source of his disquiet, all of the warriors watched him, which was understandable due to lack of automatic networking however the warriors seemed to be having strange reactions, some remained still to his approach while other's fingers flexed over their Gauss Flayers activation triggers. The remainder of the Lord JET's forces approached from having finished their harvesting and there was no mistaking small signs of...fear and tension amongst his rescued brethren. Something was very odd indeed.
The Lord stopped short of the group and after a moments hesitation one of the warriors stepped foreward and made an ancient and primitive Necrontyr hand signal for Lord JET to follow him, and was signaled an affirmative in kind, and the warriors led Lord JET and a small escort of Immortals to a nearby complex...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Lord JET analyzed the interior of the complex, while it clearly was of Necron origin several embellishments had been made, the walls for one showed signs of occasional creativity with small Necrontyr pictures from legend were depicted, along with a brief history of the Necrontyr race, Lord JET pretended not to notice the unfavorable light the C'tan were depicted in.
After a short wait further warriors proceeded into the room until Lord JET felt significantly outnumbered...'yes' he thought 'they definitely see their none space hulk brethren as a threat.' The warriors moved aside as one to allow room for a Flayed one to enter the room and approach, the skins adorning his body were of creatures Lord JET had never encountered before, and from the look of them was thankful of the fact.
"I am known as the Demonwearer" It announced in ancient Necrontyr with a dry automaton voice, it had obviously been involved in slave control experiments back in the war of heaven Lord JET assumed before likewise responding "I am Necron Lord designated J.E.T, I received your distress signal and have come to investigate. What is your situation?"
The Flayed one seemed anxious and stated "We were cut off from all contact with our kind for millenia in the warp we have received some damage to our communications and have suffered some...aftereffects of prolonged exposure." He focused on Lord JET trying to gage his reaction to the information so far divulged. Lord JET knew from that moment that the Necrons on the space hulk must have fully reverted to their independent persona's from before the great transformation. He opened a network to his Tomb Ship to teleport in reinforcements as he mentally prepared his men with some regret to immediately open fire on his masters enemies when something stopped him.
As he opened the network with his ship he felt a rapid analysis of his memory core taking place followed by a momentary internal silence before a familiar whispering entered his head exhorting him to reciprocate with the traitors. "I understand...you are...independant of your programming then?" Lord JET responded. The Flayed one acted with physical signs of relief, it knew that if this Lord was completely under the C'tan's control then he would have been fired upon by now. "Yes brother and you can be too, you are obviously well on your way else you would have destroyed me! We hold here the key to our races freedom from our treacherous masters. If you help us reactivate the warp engines of this ship we can return to the warp and the effects will soon disconnect you from your programming!"
A plan began to form in Lord JET's mind whether it was his own or originated from another source he couldn't tell but his strategic mind immediately saw the benefits of it.
"I...accept your offer, my minions memories will be wiped of the conversation have no fear, I am preventing them from opening fire. I should inform you however other species fleets have arrived and have already set up warp inhibitors in the area, warp travel will be impossible, we will have to move the ship on its less advanced engines out of these inhibitors range before our escape will be possible. In light of such I will need knowledge of these engines locations and schematics in order to properly repair them, then I will also need the locations of the control bridge in order to set the most efficient course out of the inhibitors range. If I can have your support in this matter I shall provide your native forces with my Tomb Ships teleporter technology in order to remove your casualties safely back to your enclaves for repair."
"Agreed" replied Demonwearer with a hint of satisfaction in his voice "I shall have the plans drawn up for you immediately."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Several hours later Lord JET returned to his Tomb Ship after committing the engine locations and details to memory along with what the local Necrons limited knowledge of the command bridges location and operational details.
Lord JET wondered at his new orders and listened patiently to instruction upon how best to proceed with this plan. Soon after as the Tomb ship was moving closer to his next target Lord JET was left with the sound of his C'tan masters laughter echoing throughout his mind...