Week 3- Necron Revolt Epilogue

Kill.

Nemesor Simutekh would kill.  Kill all who opposed him.

Kill the Imperials.

Kill.

Kill the Necrons

Kill.

Kill all that are not his.

Kill.

Simutekh shook his head, waking him from his reverie.  Where did that come from?  Ever since he woke, he had felt powerful, more powerful than he had ever been, even more so than in the past.  And yet, there was this nagging feeling, this voice that gnawed at the back of his thoughts.

But now he needed to put that aside.  Before him were the disarrayed warriors of his own dynasty, taken control by some Infernal Device concocted by the Chaos Sorcerer.  Fortunately for them, such a crude device could not control his Necrons forever.  It had overloaded and exploded, taking out a large chunk of real estate in the Imperial compound that both the Imperial and Chaos forces fled into.  He would deal with them both later, once he regroups his warriors.

His Necrons were in disarray, attacking all who got close to them unable to really identify friend from foe.  There was some rudimentary survival protocol active.  What could have made them this way, he did not know, but his Crypteks would find out.

His brought his attention back to Demekor.  It was this this very Necron who woke him.  He wasn't sure if it was by design or by accident, though he very much suspected the latter.  Nemesor Demekor has always been eyeing his forces.  He knew Demekor's own was in shambles due to battles privy not to him.  He suspected that Demekor wanted to replenish his own forces using Simutekh's own.

And he was right.

Presented with a force of readily available Necrons that were unaligned to anyone, Nemesor Demekor has shed all pretenses and forayed into the masses.  He would grab as many rogue Necrons as possible.  From the crest of the hill, 3 giant mechanical forms appeared, lead by a single lone figure.  Similar, but crudely different from the advanced technologies of the Necrons, the Imperial Knights strode towards Simutekh's forces, the Knight's weapons trained on them, either as a threat or a warning to Simutekh.  Demekor's forces moved to meet up with these newly arrived Imperials.

They were working together.

Simutekh would stop him.

Kill

Simutekh stared at Demekor in the distance.  Both Overlords, both Nemesors of different Dynasties, but Simutekh could not fathom the mindset of a Necron that he would have once called his peer.  Has being awake for so long corrupted his thinking?  The universe belongs to the Necrons and all other life is worthless.  All life must be eradicated.  No one should be left alive.

Both Necron forces surged towards the rogue Necrons.  Eyes filled with aimless wonder suddenly flared to life as the rogue Necrons responded to the approaching forces.  The Triarch Stalker, once in command of the rogue Necrons forces, fired a melta cannon, overloading the shields of Simutekh's Ghost Ark.  A unit of Praetorians charged Simutekh and his retinue.  Ferocity took the place of calm calculated blows and a number of Simutekh's retinue fell and phased out.  Simutekh's forces replied in clean controlled blows, hacking down the rogue Praetorians.

Slowly but sure, Simutekh moved on, asserting command protocols on the rogue Necrons, bringing them back into his fold.  A unit of Wraiths, the Stalker, Warriors, one by one they rejoined their former master.

Nemesor Demekor wasn't so lucky.  His attempts to assert control over the Necrons failed and his Knights got charged by many of the number.  Tied down by Praetorians, Wraiths, Scarabs and Warriors, a Knight Paladin and  Knight Gallant were denied the ability to fire on the advancing forces lead by Nemesor Simutekh.

Simutekh sent his a newly reacquired Wraiths towards the Tech Priest Dominus, surmising that it was him that were controlling the Knights.  A unit of Praetorians phased in to assist.  Despite being surrounded, the archaic armour protecting the mostly mechanic human held his own.  Forcing his will on the the Knight Gallant, who had freed himself from the prior combat, moved into to save the Dominus but was too late.

Free of the shackles of the Dominus' control, the Knights reared to their fullest and engaged all the Necrons on the field.  Assessing that the now massive force of Necrons moving towards them were the major threat, they let loose their weapons.  The Gallant rushed forwards to crush the Necrons in combat, and while he did take down a number, the Gallant was felled by the well place Melta blasts from the Stalker.

The Paladin and the Crusader were more cautious that their hot-headed fellow Knight.  They picked their targets wisely, taking out a Doomsday Ark from range with their rapid-fire Battle Cannons.

The skies were littered with Night Scythes, but the Necrons failed to do any major damage to the 2 standing Knights.  Wary to venture to closely lest they get shot down, the Night Scythes gave the Knights a wide berth, while the Knights returned fire with short bursts of anti-air fire.  Most of their attention however, were focused on the ground forces.

The focus of the Paladin's attention was Simutekh and his retinue.  Its chainsword whirred, cutting a swath through the Necron bodyguard.  The Praetorians tried in vain to cut through the Knight's thick amour but to no avail.  Only Simutekh could threaten the Knight with his War Scythe.  The Knight used its bulk to press the attack, stomping over the bodies of the Necrons.  Without even bothering to check if the Necrons were totally destroyed the Paladin moved on to attack the rest of the Necrons.

Realising that the Knights were more than they could realistic handle at the moment, Simutekh called for a relocate, drawing his remaining forces together while waiting for reinforcements.  The Knights regrouped, and moved together, covering the fallen body of the Gallant.

Demekor stood in the shadows, careful not to play too big a part in the battles lest he draw the attention of his now foes...