I walk with the experiment rail gun through the halls. I had to bend down through doors, and when I finally get to the entrance hall, I go to the bathrooms. When I get in, there's no one, which is perfect to be blunt. I teleport away, into the void.

  I land on the Decimated Solace's command deck. Awaiting me were the crypteks I ordered to be there. "Good. I've little time. Examine this immediately." I give the gun to the crypteks.

  I wait, deliberately not using anything to slow time. I had a mental clock when I needed to get back to playing with the other races.

  After 40 minutes, they gave an answer. "My lord, it is a magnetic acceleration gun. It is simplistic, and largely primitive in design. In fact, the margin for failure on this gun is high. The margin for catastrophic failure is high. Whoever made this was either an incompetent or a fool." The lead cryptek states.

  "However, while primitive in function, and the possibility of it detonating cannot be overstated, it is surprisingly powerful. We, of the Necron, do not use such technology overly much. We have a few devices that use far more advanced examples of something like this. But, overall, it is rare." The cryptek continued.

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  "Interesting... Tell me, crypteks. What would happen if it shot one of our monoliths?" I ask.

  "Given the information found from this example, at best moderate damage would be sustained." The cryptek states.

  So, a singular shot would do, at best, moderate damage. And this, is a prototype? That is... unsustainable. It was meant to be used in vehicles, meaning the creators, while settling for a breach loading design now, could make this into an auto cannon?

  "I... see. That is good to know. Send this information to the dynasty. Order solutions to be found, if possible. Now, next topic. Can you modify this weapon to be handled by me?" I ask.

  "Yes my lord. What are the parameters?" The cryptek asks. I send them data on what I wanted. In essence, it looked like a scuffed Martini Henry. While it could most likely be magazine fed, I wanted as few points of failure as possible. So, I gave them an outline of my desires, and they went to work.

  They took a minute to confer amongst themselves, then they turned to me and bowed. "My lord, your wish is possible. We can improve everything here aboard. We may need some resources from the tombs... but, the larger overreaching upgrades we have considered seem possible." The cryptek states.

  "Excellent. You will get the resources you require. There are 4 months for this project. A short time table, I am aware. Now, is there anything else?"

  "No my lord."

  "Then I'm off. Send me a report on the general state of the tombs as well." I order, then I teleport back to the bathroom.