Editing Waiting For Godot: 40k Edition (section)

== Necron Ending ==

Fokaal burst through the rubble surrounding the cave mouth, charging as only a dreadnought could.

A Gauss flayer shot tore a hole in his front. He did not slow. He did not falter.

Five more.

Ten more.

One hundred more.

By the time Akhentomen had reclaimed his feet, a smoldering crater was all that was left of Fokaal, of the Imperial Fists.

He looked out at the battlefield behind his rescuers, and saw days-old corpses in yellow armor littering the ground. The previously light-violet sand was now stained with the red of human blood. Only a few grains of the original color were still visible.

"Ah, Akhentomen, it is good to see you are still breathing!"

"...my Nemesor."

"It is always a shame to slay a Necrontyr, even one as mutated as these strange hulks. I will never understand why this 'Ehmpyryahm' dynasty can't use skimmer technology effectively."

"...nor I, my Nemesor."

"Obyron will debrief you. Come by my chambers later, Akhentomen. You look like you could use a drink."

"...yes, my lord."

Akhentomen ventured one last look toward the cave, and the black mark on the landscape that was Fokaal. Obyron approached.

"As per usual, forgive his lordship for his...eccentricities. Are you ready to give your report?"

"Yes, I am. I learned much from the machine. Much of the Emperor. Our allies were right. These humans worship a corpse. How they have survived this long, I will never know..."