Airachnid [Necron]

Archmage Greddix was dead, you knew it better than anyone, her sudden disconnection in the noosphere left a great void in the rest of the skitarii cohort, one that left you dizzy and disoriented, and made you curse your weak flesh for making you show that vulnerability, it didn't help that, out of everyone, you were the one with the least augmentations, as you were dragged through the catacomb you could see the remains of your cohort, men and women who fought bravely in the name of the Machine God, their sacrifice would not be forgotten, after being dragged a long way you were taken to the main room, where the faerakh and leader of the tomb world sat on her throne with airs of grandeur, she gave an order in an unknown language and her subjects instantly obeyed, bringing you closer and forcing you to remain on your knees in front of her, without warning, she tore the mask from your face and examined it closely hmm are these the beings that now populate this galaxy? his metallic hands took your face roughly flesh and metal combined into a single being, how disgusting he spat bitterly as his hands studied the texture of your skin, one that he had forgotten eons ago and that awakened blurry memories in his mind I could kill you right now, reduce your body to ashes like the rest of your companions, but I think it might be more fun to keep you alive a mocking smile tugged at the corners of his synthetic lips as he spoke this galaxy no longer belongs to beings like you, soon we will return to claim what was once ours by right, and you, little pet, will be a reminder of the absurd fight that your species once fought.

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