Warhammer 40k: Stories of All

●Tech Heresy●

Hello, all! It took longer than intended to post this due to school and whatnot. This chapter isn't in the same setting as the last couple. As stated this is about a variety of scenarios and I'll get back to the last one, rest assured. Anywho, read it, don't read it, either way I hope you take care and do well.

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Razekh found himself in an odd circumstance. He had been surrounded by Ad Mech forces and while he could always relay help or teleport back, his pride won out and he chose to show off his prowess to the lesser beings.

The bullets shot from the Skitarii's Galvanic Rifles bounced off him doing no damage and some hit his Reflection Shield and bounced back to their senders. He cut down hordes of the mechanical servants and a few Enginseers until he came upon a familiar foe.

That Tech Priest from before who had escaped from him. She wouldn't escape again.

He cut clean through the shaft of her power axe and placed a kick on her chest. She was sent flying through the field where the bodies of fallen Skitarii and Tech Priests were piling up.

She clung to the top half of her power axe and held it with a white knuckled grip. Razekh approached her and placed his foot on her chest once more. Careful not to immediately crush her under his weight.

He glanced down at the writhing and squirming mortal below him. For a moment he wondered what someone as young as herself was doing fighting on the front lines. His unforgiving green eyes stared straight through her fearful blue ones.

He hesitated.

One of the things he disliked about retaining most of his personality. He could still think about things and although how he viewed things had drastically changed since Biotransference, he could still think nonetheless. Dare he say he even felt a little emotion. Razekh grew furious at the thought. He poised his Hyperphase Sword for a killing blow and stabbed. The priestess shut her eyes.

He narrowly missed her head and stabbed the grass beside her. The blade hummed next to her ear and she slowly opened one eye, quickly followed by the second. This Lychguard seemed to prefer killing his opponents by intimidating them rather than actually killing them.

Suddenly there was a flash and several new footsteps could heard near them. The Lychguard removed his blade and looked off in the distance. Another Necron appeared and he looked to be of a higher stature. Then, something happened that was not expected.

"Lychguard, you leave this one alive. Why?"

The Lychguard in question took a knee and bowed his head.

"Forgive me milord. I believe this one to make an exceptional slave to you."

"You think it can do something that our Canopteks and Crypteks cannot?"

"I merely believe her to ease the burden of them, milord. She is exceptionally gifted and evaded me in a previous engagement. She also posses extensive knowledge of those who attack us."

There was a silence after that exchange that left the priestess fearing for her life.

"We'll sort this later, Razekh. Disarm her and bind her. We'll see what she knows."

"By your word, Lord."

He rose and kicked he power axe away.

He sheathed his sword and looked her in the eyes.

"Apologies, human."

Razekh coiled his arm back and let loose a punch.

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