Farseer Ilithwuani stood still, her eyes wide in shock. Her Dire Avenger guards drew their pistols, while the two warlocks started to manifest. The necron infant of her slowly lowered its arms, not afraid in the slightest.

  It picked back up its wine and swirled it. "Now, this is entiiiirely unexpected. Wow. What a turn. Tell me, seer, could you see this coming snort. put the pistols down kids. And you two. If you mar my chassis, I will remove your head atom by atom. Seer, calm yourself you blubbering child. I've no time nor inclination to deal with children at this juncture." It stated, bored.

  Her guards looked at her. She knew what this necron was. From the ornaments and the colors. An overlord. This was... not good. In fact, if the tales were true, this was extremely bad. A true tomb lord had emerged.

  She signaled her guards to stand down but be ready. She stepped forward, and spoke. "Soulless one. Why have you emerged from your tomb?" She asked.

  "Oh yes. Nice to meet you under this auspicious sun this day too. Oh, do try the wine, it's lovely. sigh. Noone has etiquette these days. Why did I expect slaves to understand." It asked rhetorically. Before she could snap at the abomination, it answered.

  "My name is Verotep of the Vkeroketep Dynasty, rightfull rulers of the yatta yatta so on and so forth." hand flip "You see dear seer, I've many reasons to emerge from my tomb. You will hear three this day.

  1. I am bore. 2. Because I could. 3. I've a plan, and your I it. You can thank me now." It spread its arms, as if awaiting praise.

  Ilithwuani was concerned. What plans had this abomination concocted? "What plans? I will tell you freely, if you plan to kill us all, or abduct us, our craftworld will find your pitiful tomb and raise it to the sands you spawned from." She Snarled.

  The necron, Verotep, just chuckled. Theeeere it is. The unwarranted ego of a slave race. Child, I was making war upon the stars before your race was spawned. Your threats are worth less then air. Now, can we move on child? I do have things to be about. You should be on your knees in awe that I am taking time out of MY year to do YOU a favor." It stated.

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  "Slave race?! The only slaves here are you and your benighted kin, abomination." She spit out.

  Verotep paused. Then looked at her for the first time. He looked into her eyes, and spoke. "Child, you know nothing but what your arrogant incompetence has wrought. We were slaves, yes. But WE SHATTERED THE GODS. Your masters were slaughtered like rats. The Krork, The Aeldari, and more besides. You were made in desperation for a fight that was over. Even now, you are slaves to your ingrained hate. So yes, dear children, you are slaves. Could you break your chains? Perhaps. Will you... I doubt it. You are weak yet. So, I will not take offence. Do not repeat it." It stated flatly.

  "Now, as i was saying before we got sidetracked on this tangent, I am Overlord Verotep of the Vkeroketep Dynasty, as well as a member of this Coalition. It has come to my notice that you have entered Coalition space to hide from a splinter faction of aeldari known as drukari.

  Your Craftworld suffered catastrophic damage and you lost thousands of civilian personnel along with thousands of military personnel. You have my condolences. As there is a state of conflict against the drukari as dated 121 years ago in a bill that has yet to be repealed, you are afforded safe harbor for the duration of 10 years. This includes defense of personnel and property." He stated. "Oh, do try the wine. I had it retrieved from one of my vaults. It is exceptional, I assure you. Why, if I recall correctly, that one is a fift from one of my former colleagues." He told her.

  She just stared. Things were going too fast. But... she was getting a premonition. A vision was playing before her in the sea of her soul. Slowly, she grabbed the glass by the stem, and drank a bit. It was quite good.

  " Excellent wine, Overlord... but, may I inquire as to where you are leading with this?" She asked.

  "Why, thank you. It is good someone enjoys some traditional wine. Now, where was I... ah, yes. You see, that time is up. This poses a problem for both you and we in the government. We don't wish to simply kick you to the wolves. That is simply barbaric. But, you can't stay as you are. So, when I noticed this issue, I thought thus. If we necrons can get along with these... people, I do so wonder if you could as well. You have no place to go, and your home is crippled. I assure you, as leader of this Dynasty, I will personally put forward a motion to the council about your entry into the Coalition this very second." Verotep stated.

  As she looked within and without, she nodded slowly. "I will talk to the council. Your offer is generous, Overlord Verotep. I will personally give them your offer." She stated.

  Verotep nodded, then with a flash of green, he was gone.