Ah. It truly was relaxing, going for a hunt. You see, I've been refamiliarizing myself with the dynastys weapons. Or at least, those uncommon in use. From my gauntlet of fire, to the Synaptic Disintegrator.

  My way of fighting with each weapons change, due to their very nature. I also changed myself to fit the nature of as many weapons as I could. My favorites were the gauntlet and the sniper.

  You see, while I am an accomplished duelist, I also love to hunt. I admit, it is a passion, along with monologing. And talking to myself. Like the quary I hunt now.

  As I stare down the barrel, I look at the beast. It looks like a mix between a t-rex, a hedgehog, and a stars damned tank. "You will look good on my display, beast..." I whisper, as I slowly depress the trigger. Nanometer by Nanometer, it goes down unti-

  "My lord? I've a report from Neheret and the results from the Coalition meeting." I hear in my head. I freeze momentarily, then sigh audibly. I return to a crouch and step back, flowing through different dimensions.

  While normally impossible without specific tech, me being as I am, crypteks do listen to orders. Who knew? Anyhow, what was made for me was a condensed version. While it can not be mass produced, and is expensive, this modification allows me to travel the different dimensions.

  In these dimensions, my stay is more limited then the deathmarks, say, 3/4tha as long, maybe a tad less. But in these dimensions, you can see SO very much.

  Deathmarks, my their nature, are very specialized. While they can do so, so much more, I am left with simple traversal. I can't see futures unknown or know when and where a target will be.

  But, in the separate dimensions, time is far different. Sometimes it goes slower, sometimes faster. The modification helps regulate this, so when I enter the dimensions, only a millisecond or 3 passes, especially for shorter journeys (world travel).

  You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

  But if my stay is prolonged, I come out later and later. Infinitely. I get a warning if my time runs out, but besides a failsafe that kicks me out (which I have, mind), I will be royaly fucked. But I digress. I'm at my tomb blade.

  As I get in and power it up, I reach out to the ship. "Report." I order. It had been 6 years from first contact. On the second year, we were accepted onto the Coalition as it's 7th member state. Immediately, he had ordered 2 of his idle lords to begin a company based out of a planet he had personally bought near the core of the Coalition.

  The company sold games, raw materials, refined materials, and goods ranging from civilian transportation, to military tech. He had ordered city's built in the style of traditional necrontyr citys.city's.

  It was a spur of the moment kind of thing, but... sigh he honestly wanted a bit of the past. From the district of merchants, to the guard quarters. The noble district, to the administrative quarter. It was traditional. He had to get the crypteks to dig deep for the schematics.

  But again, I get off topic. Over time he had built up the planet, and though still a fledgling in every way, it was getting the notice of businesses and the like. Even-

  tap tap. Damn. I need to get on topic. Anyhow, in the most recent general meeting (a meeting of the members of the Coalition), he had brought up, or rather ordered Neheret to bring up 3 issues. One was the rather intermittent trade with other governments, second was the lacking technology level, and the need for more funding there in, and finally a need to build more ship's and other defenses.

  It was my opinion that they were woefully ignorant of the dangers of the galaxy, and I was not going to associate with some 5th rate power that couldn't defend itself. So, I pushed for things that would help that.

  And as I got my answer, I smiled. "Our proposals went through. They have agreed to all. Funding will be granted, trade encouraged for a select few, at first, and finally ships built. It was Neherets opinion that these things were in the work, as 2 other bills were passed. Those being a restructure in military recruitment and a change in quota for member state contributions to said unified military. We get out of it due to our border agreement." Good news all around.

  "Good. Order Nekera to build an academy on outpost 001-a in the capital, military district. Inform the council of our want to contribute a place of learning to the military. A void and ground academy. Send Dekera to find mercenaries from the wider galaxy. Tell her to use proxies, and only meet them if she finds them acceptable." He ordered.

  Plans were coming together. Now, he had a craftworld to torment. Or visit. Their choice.