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All was dead silent in the underground stasis necropolis. Besides the rare chittering, whirring and scampering of the Canoptek constructs, and the creaks and groans of the structure as the earth had long shifted around it, everything was quiet.

Then, at the top of a zigurrat-like structure within the opulent antechamber, the largest coffin, many times larger than any of the others within the crypt and lavishly decorated, let out a warning beep. The chronal stasis fluid that held its occupant frozen in time drained away and dissipated back into intangible, ethereal flowing time. Its sleeper slowly titled forward, coming to a clammering crash on the floor before he startled awake proper.

The draconcopode-like necron startled and gasped _ or at least, he made the sounds without any actual breathing done _ as the fall shocked him awake. The first thing he felt since the Long Sleep was his side kissing the floor, and the dull ache of his synthetic endowment jostling and bumping against the floor with him. His three eyes, two blue and one red, lit up and frantically darted about his surroundings. He's still in the crypt, like what he last remembered. He sighed in relief before pushing himself off the floor to get back up. His four arms trembled as he pushed against the floor, caused by psychosomatic fatigue rather than anything wrong with his pristine body.

His massive tail pushed him forward as he looked around. Right beside his coffin was his foster sister's. Her drake-like form was barely visible trapped within the translucent green block of solidified chronal stasis fluid. [i]She'll wake up on time, [/i]he thought. [i]No need to worry about her.[/i]

Nearby, right before a flight of stairs that led down the ziggurat, was a featureless obelisk, black like stone and polished to a mirror finish. He had the Canopteks put it there before his sleep so that he could use it as a mirror. He slithered over to take a look at his reflection in the obelisk.

[i]Well hello there, handsome,[/i] He thought as he admired what he saw. Even among the different variety of forms and archetypes that make up the necrons now, his body was truly one of a kind. He posed and wiggled to his reflection, self-absorbed in the intricacy and complexity of his form. He [i]Is[/i] the Phaeron of the Shinrai Dynasty, so he deserves only the best, after all. His wiggling also caused his synthskin penis and balls to sway around, filling the otherwise silent antechamber with that oh so familiar gurgling of their stirring content.

"Host activity detected," He heard a faint voice in his head. His hood opened slightly in alarmed confusion. "Booting Behemoth.sys... Error. Corruption detected."

"Behemoth.sys". He looked down at his endowment as he could see and feel the two orbs began to reactivate and stir with starting production. Now he remembered. His endowment was so advanced, so arcane, that it needed a machine spirit of its own to control its systems. Unfortunately, though his mind went unscathed after the Long Sleep, his endowment's intelligence did not.

"Would you still like to run the progr-- Booting Behe-he-hemoth.sys... Let us repo-po-po-populate the Dynasty."

"Uh oh..."

[i]Guuuurgl...[/i]

He keeled forward as he felt his testes suddenly churn with restarted production. He clenched his jaws as his sack panged, rapidly filling up with synthetic seed. He could feel wriggling and squirming with his synthskin balls, and even see it as squirming bumps on their surface, as well as wriggling silhouettes against the green glow of his testes. Were those... Sperm cells? The size of footballs?

His attention was diverted from his errant endowment when he saw a Canoptek wraith approaching up the steps at the corner of his eyes. It did a bow and a little dance of sort as it greeted him.

"Phaeron Taketzu," It spoke with a monotonous voice. "You are the first to awaken from the Long Sleep, my Lord. Time passed: Twenty. Million. Years."

"Twenty million..." Has it been that long? "What's the status of the rest of the necropolis?" Taketzu asked.

"At 95% efficiency," the wraith answered. "You are the only one awake at the moment."

"And the surface?"

"No news of the surface."

Taketzu was silent for a moment as he considered his next move. "Take me to the surface, Wraith."

"Affirmative."

Kilometers above, the blowing winds howl over the sandy dunes. Then, the ground rumbled as the tip of a monolith pierced out of the ground. The only Necron structure to appear for miles and miles around.

From the half-buried monolith, Taketzu emerged onto the surface. His eyes squinted as the baleful afternoon sunlight assaulted his senses. Nearby was a watery oasis, but instead of any flora and fauna, there were remains of trees and grazing animals that had been turned to glass sculptures by the anomalous sunlight.

The rest of the Dynasty were still dormant. The Phaeron will ensure his subjects return to power. But at the same time, he wanted to see what kind of people live beyond the Glass Desert, and whether diplomacy could be made with them.
Decisions, decisions...

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Very recently I've developed a fondness for the Necrons for some reason. Though I'm a fan of biohorror stuff, there's something about the egyptian zombie robots that I love a lot. An intrusive thought I've been having is Tak as a necron Phaeron. I took the opportunity of it being October to draw it, and he turned out soooo much better than I hoped! He became my hyperfixation, and expect him to be the start of his own alternate timeline!