Chapter 1<br/>Captured and Converted<br/><br/>Ulrhun felt the familiar pulse of energy surge through the mechanical limbs of living metal, it flowed over him like the gift of life. A gift he had been given oh so many times, so many that it had become to start to get tiring. He looked to his limbs as the familiar energy from the Matrix fuelled his body. His steel looking frame slowly began to arise, along with his golden armor and commendations from millions of years proving he was the best machine of germicidal slaughter he could be. Now he was called yet again to the land of the living far from what remained of the dreams of lands billions of years gone. He remembered a world wreathed in radiation and a jealous rage from the scraps of his personality that still remained.<br/><br/>As the last of his many systems fully restored from his endless slumber, he brought his thoughts back to the present, he had a military of mindless killing machines to lead on a quest to cause the extinction of all the life they touch. He had a duty to take his undying body and bestow death upon all those who defy the C'tan, he raised his skeletal hand of surging, living metal. His ancient Warscythe burst from the ground flying into his hand. The Nightbringer gave him the immense luxury of naming his blade, so he had chosen wisely, Ageless End. Its glowing sickly green energy shed a demoralising light on the many sleeping bodies of those yet to wake. He lifted the shaft over the ground and slammed it down on the cold black material that all Necron technology was made of.<br/><br/>A great surge of light burst from the point of impact, cracks of the same sickly green spreading over the surface of the ground to the altar. As the light from his staff dimmed along with the glowing luminescence from the cracks miles of light seemed to slowly grow in brightness and light an immense system of catacombs for many miles behind him. An endless army was laid out in front of him, the two monoliths closest to him began to crackled to life. time had taken their toll, even in this closed space. The massive energy matrix upon their summit reached with crackling gauss flayed lightning pulled the arches and pylons into place, restoring its ancient glory. The great pyramid of death turned pulling some of the Terra Cotta army of steel skeletons into its now gaping maw of glowing green liquid. Walking back out restored.<br/><br/>Confident that his forces were restoring themselves at a acceptable rate and decided to rise to the surface to asses the reason for his awakening. He would not have been necessitated lest life had truly been restored to this once dead world. He was sceptical, he had slaughtered that last remnants of life only two-hundred thousand eighty-nine years ago. He remembered choking the life from that arrogant leader of this world so well. He sensed the hand of some meddling alien race restoring life to this planet. From the remains of the sensors he tapped into all he felt was a unstable existence of the wild beings along with the sentient on this planet. And that never happened naturally.<br/><br/>Through the spires and catacomb tunnels that lead up to surface ending in a cold dead Arctic plain of land, miles and miles of nothing but death on the cold night, the blizzard made it particularly hard to see far enough away to see anything substantial, just as dead as he expected. Then he felt a push from the depths of his mind, his head was forced to turn to the south where he saw nothing for a few moments, a cold and icy voiced pierced his mind in rasped whisper that, if he was still alive, would have sent shivers down his spine.<Look...> a few more moments and suddenly a massive burst of light shimmered in the distance <They Live! Go, Kill them! FEED ME!!>. Ulrhun collapsed to his knees as they clanked in the ice and snow. He sometimes thought his master enjoyed tormenting him, but he did not care. For he tormented all life. He was the bringer of night.<br/><br/>Turning his attention back to the place to the fire and light brimmed on the horizon, slowly, he began to trudge through the snow and blizzard. *life...* he thought *I have not felt you drain from my hands for a great many millennia. Now you will drain from this world again, and I will be the perpetrator of this heinous act*