As Ulrhun entered the room where the Space Marine had been taken he looked and saw many scarabs and Tomb Spyders toiling over his body with. Flashes of light and pulses radiation told him that he was being fused with Necron technology as the Nightbringer promised. As he watched he slowly slipped into a state of half meditation. Going over all the incoming data from the other, already long awakened tomb worlds. Some told that the enemies were far to great in power and number and went back to sleep for some time. However others had awakened fully and had begun to re-make all the ancient technologies that had been lost when they were forced into slumber by the gluttonous C'tan. Now they were rebuilt or reawakened from the heart of the sleeping worlds. He began to analyze the endless pools of data that had been garnered on the new races and enemies of the C'tan and through them, Ulrhun himself. For the time, because of the vast amount of data garnered he just went over that of those creatures he had already encountered. Human super soldiers that Identified themselves as Space Marines, calling themselves great holy warriors of an unbelievably powerful psyker. *Wonderful, another race of psykers have arisen. However much of the knowladge pertaining to the man who they spoke of seemed be outside of the Necrons reach, other then the fact he was dying little could be gathered. Ulrhun assumed it was because all the information that was related to him must be classified at the highest echelons of power in this Imperium of Man.<br/><br/>As he finished the vast library of information that was gathered about the ones called Space Marines whom he considered fascinating before but he had lost some interest when he found they fought in the name of some God king who was dying. *Why fight for someone who no longer forces you to? Why not rise against your master?* he just could not understand it, however while it made him lose interest in their fighting ability he gained some pertaining to their personality. *They fight to preserve the religion of a dying man and his empire. How strange* He remembered a word he had long forgotten, Zeal, an ability to garner and immense amount of will to ardently serve some power; even when it is dying. His thoughts were interrupted by a piercing cry, half mechanical half organic as it rasped for breath. He came out of his trance of analysis to see his eyes adjust to human light spectrum. The Marine was crying in pain as the machines skittered in somewhat surprise as he flailed against the restraints that held him. The scarabs and Spyders were confused, they did not know how to react to the situation. They must not have calculated his strong regenerative abilities and the organ known only as, "The Gene-Seed", seemed to be resisting all the anaesthesia and pain revilers that they pumped into his system. As his body stopped it screaming but went into a fervent seizure that shuddered the operation table even through the thick steel like pillar it was situated on. As a tube of medical liquids containing nanites and necessary materials to make the Pariah Gene for the emacipation field the Marine slowly slipped back into slumber.<br/><br/>Ulrhun shook his head, and slipped back into his meditation. Reviewing the information pertaining to the other race he slaughtered this day, the Tau. By him he was amazed by their tactical genius. All their forces, castes, and reasons for being were filled with tactical and strategic efficiency and intellect. However for all their vast strategy and observation he was saddened to find out about the Etherals. *WHY!?! Why must all races that live be dominated by a superior beings!?! It is not right, so they not all lust for their freedom?* He felt a caress of darkness against his mind and he recoiled pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind. Straining to keep them from his masters view. The Darkness passed, and Ulrhun returned to his task of analysis. Doing so with as little emotion as possible, he feared his masters return. He feared the pain and threats of being destroyed.<br/><br/>By the time he was finished with it all he came to seeing the scarabs and spyders had evacuated the room, returning to the tasks they came from to construct the new warrior, the new destroyer, the new monster. It started to awaken, staring at its new body it tried to speak and found its voice stifled. He reached out to its mind the same way he had done to all his troops. To his pleasure he found that its mind was much more active then his peons of so called soldiers. Not mindless, but a true equal, a true warrior. When he came into contact with it completely he spoke to its mind. <<span style="font-style: italic">&lt;You Now serve me. Your voice shall only ever pierce the fabric of this space at my command. It shall be to drain the hope from the hearts of our victims and to sew the seeds of despair. Your God is no longer able to help you, you are dead but alive. Now rise to serve me, rise to serve our master, Rise and extinguish the lives of all who would oppose us. I am Ulrhun your reluctant master. You are forever more Baradur. Now come, your services are called upon.&gt;</span>>