The Fall Prologue

The C'Tan, a race of god-like beings who consume stars to quench their hunger while having powers and strengths only applicable to Gods. We have become sentient after unknown amounts of time being forms of gas that which consume stars.

Given bodies and sentience by our subjects, the Necrontyr, or the now infamous Necrons. For nigh millennia, we have fought our adversaries, the Old Ones, in the war now known as the 'War in Heaven.'

In the goal to cement our role as the masters of the galaxy, we have destroyed the Old Ones, killed every last single one of their peoples, from men, women, to children.

We had succeeded in our bid for galactic hegemony, and yet, our subjects, the Necrons, had betrayed us. After the disastrous civil war between my brethren, Szarekh 'The False King,' betrayed us and destroyed many of us.

I only know of three others that survived their onslaught, Mag'Ladroth hid somewhere in the Sol System, mending his wounds from Vaul, the false God-Smith of the Eldar.

While Tsara'noga was nowhere to be seen, after the civil war, the many siblings he had consumed were now destroying his mind, going insane.

Mephet-ran had many parts of himself taken by the Necrons but, as weakened as he was, he was still alive.

I am the only one who has left all wars mostly unscathed, being the one who oversaw the reconstruction of the many souls to be turned to soldiers, I had not come close to battle.

Only in the civil war did I first taste true pain, at the hands of Aza-Gorod as well. The most hostile of all my brethren and the one who consumed the most of us.

Traveling far, farther than the fringes of the galaxy. It is here, in the tips of the void was where I found it, the oasis amidst the never-ending desert.

Aahruma, a Necron colony which was built to be the stronghold of both the Necrons and the C'Tan if ever the Old Ones did overcome us.

Many of my fellow C'Tan forgot of such a thing, with only Mag'Ladroth remembering. Even the Necrons forgot of this system.

Coming to the stellar shipyards of the system's core world of Al-Andurai. A lush green world which housed 8.7 billion Necron subjects and another uncountable billions of enslaved Eldar and Orks [Krork].

It is here where the greatest of the Cryptek Technomancers specialising in Biomancy and Biological-Engineering were sent with the greatest number of captured Eldar and Ork specimens.

Arriving at the port, the Necrons of this world had no real personalities. Being that those same personalities were cut and consumed in their biotransference.

Only the simple bow came from them, obedient as programmed. Unlike the other Necrons, these subjects do not have the CCC in them, it was done out of precaution, a few billion Necrons wholely loyal only to the C'Tan.

The infrastructure of the planet was unlike many of the Tomb Worlds of the Traitors. The world was mostly powered with experimental technologies only the Technomancers and Mag'Ladroth could explain.

This is where I shall rebuild it all. Where the Sultar-Hakur Dynasty, a Necron Dynasty solely under the C'Tan.