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The primitive vessel that had entered the system was something that Orikan did not want to see. These ‘humans’ for the longest time had been using the immaterium as a source of transit which always caused his technical techniques to become out of line. As he traveled the galaxy in an astral body for study the sheer rupture that the vessel created was so climatic that Orikan almost lost his mind to the arrival.
These primitives who kept using the transition of the immaterium were annoying because they were never accurate. One can give credence to the ancient enemy for the Old Ones at least had the nerve to stabilize their method of transportations. These primitives that were coming into his system were like a bright flare and paid for it with the destruction of their entire civilization. That flare apparently had a second fuse as Orikan starred down the arriving vessel.
The one thing that was bothering him was that he should have seen their arrival coming. He was sure for the next few centuries he was going to be isolated in his preparations to assault Trazyn’s oh so elegant gallery.
Yet he was wrong. Blind sided by such primitive techniques that the Necrontyr realize was primitive fourty thousand years into their stellar conquests.
Did he need to flee? No he did not. There was a plethora of protecting hexes and wards that were upon his tower. Their primitive sensory augers would find it impossible to identify his tower from the rest of the rock upon this planet. Even if the person looks straight upon it their eyes would be fooled as Orikan’s wards twisted solar light around it.
At least that is what Orikan thought until a small ‘breeze’ of stellar energy tapped him. A simple prod but one which should not have been possible. There was no Cryptechs within the system!
Orkican had run such thoughts, checking and maintaining his engropathic records, for fifteen minutes. In that time he noticed that a single lone ship exited the much larger vessel and was traveling right towards him.
Orikan turned his attention to the craft and walked into it in the astral sense. He could feel two souls and an advance automaton upon the vessel. The odd matter though was that one of these souls was not of the immaterium. Orikan did not dare move closer as he felt a pulling force from this soul that reminded him of darker days.
He would need to be prepared, but his interest was spiked. A being whose soul was not of the immaterium. He would need to be cautious but Orikan was nothing if not someone who studied reality itself.
