(Justice Lord Earth, Universe-003)

What was going on? Batman thought as while his fellow Justice Lords were attempting to bring the parallel Earth, Chaos was beginning to erupt throughout the planet. What made it even more unusual was often what was stolen. Waste plants, garbage dump, recycling plants, things that were lightly defended. Why? Why steal garbage, sludge, or tin cans? Who could make use…

Batman pulled up a copy of the database from parallel Earth and quickly scanned the documents until he found video footage of insectoid constructs breaking down waste. He could only come to one logical conclusion: somehow, the necrons were here and supporting the resistance! Batman suspected it was designed as a distraction so the Justice League could be rescued.

Batman was about to bring up the camera's for the cells when the thought occurred to him. With their superior command of technology, there is a possibility they have infiltrated the network. Never short of a redundant plan, Batman decided to enact Bronze Age protocol, defer to old more reliable means of communication and storage, he also sent a message to line of a courier system. His company owned several manufacturers of older technologies just for this contingency.

He was not about to be caught with his pants downs.

(Justice League Universe, Necron Factory station Xertac'stol, Universe-002)

The time had finally come for Cirrikan to reassert his presence back in his home universe. For that he needed a Tomb World but not just any Tomb World, one that had been broken. From its ashes, he would reforge it, stronger than before. The Adeptus Mechanicus had a concept that he was intrigued by: that of a forge world. It was not as if the concept of a planet-spanning factory was foreign to the necrons, rather many Tombs worlds were factory complexes churning out war materials for the War in Heaven. However, with the order of the Great Sleep most of them were converted into vast stasis chambers.

As Cirrikan walked toward the station's primary gate chamber, his Victorian style clothes reshaped about his body, forming his robes, gleaning with gold in the basic shape of ancient circuits and the glowing sigils, marking his identity to all who knew how to read them. When the doors to the chamber opened, Cirrkan was surprised. There in the chamber was filled with necrons mostly those of the former warriors and immortals. In addition to them were former destroyers and flayed ones. All of them were standing in formation. This was unusual.

The Immortals, the former warriors, the new and restored crypteks, those cured of the flayer virus and the Destroyer cancer, all stood in ceremonial formation. There was no cheering like humans would do, rather it was a disciplined silence where one was not needed. This was for him. Apparently, his speech to the noble had opposite the effect the noble was hoping for. He sensed waves of controlled emotion through their ranks, one emotion, pride, pride that he was their cryptek. Cirrikan began to feel that the title of Technomandrite was beginning to carry more positive weight than negative.

The Technomancer walked down the aisle towards his entourage. There were several long-legged spyders waiting by the portal readied to connect them along with several Immortals, rebuilt warriors, lychguard and crypteks. Among them was the lychguard, Neras, his training complete and his memories restored. He wore armor synonymous with necron technology over his body based upon the human body in peak physical conditioning, standing at 3 meters in height. Keeping to his promise, Cirrikan made Neras his personal lychguard, this include varied pieces of equipment custom-built for him by Cirrikan.

With everything set, Cirrikan waved a hand over the portal. The braces hummed with power and the portal filled with energy slipping a barrier between universes. It was a complex thing to do without ripping open the fabric of space and time, like the moronic Imperium of Man did every time they needed to travel faster than light. He could only imagine how much of a headache they were to the Celestial Orrey.

The Eternity Gate flickered. Unstable on the receiving end. Not unexpected. Without needed to even be asked, one of the other crypteks, a chronomancer, took one of the spyders and went out of sync with the normal flow of time and vanished through the portal. It did not take long for the portal to stabilize and Cirrikan walked through it without delay.

( Damnos, Imperium calendar 009.M42, 10 years after reconquest, Universe-001)

He was immediately greeted by a storm of ice and snow. The chronomancer and the spyder that had went through first waited to the side. Cirrikan moved out of the way as the rest of his entourage came through the gate. He had intentionally waited until the storm had arrived to cover their entry, less chance of their arrival being discovered.

Among the lychguard, crypteks, immortals and spyders, a noble emerged from the gate. Cirrikan suspected he would be coming. Unlike his fellow nobles, who felt they were entitled because they were nobility, Knect'ntal was humbled by the fact that he was once cursed with the flayer virus and with nothing to offer him, when Cirrikan had cured him. His personal honor demanded repayment and he would do so by advising the cryptek in a manner that the rest of his entourage could not: grand strategy. The noble recognized that just because something was primitive, it did not mean that it was ineffective. This conclusion was obvious as he looked over the plains of Damnos, his extra-sensitive sensor array penetrating the ice and snow to see the countless fallen necrons.

Once everyone was through, Cirrikan had the gate shut down. He extended a hand towards the immobile monolith. The entirety of the war machine's body began to flow upwards. The group watched, amazed. Normally such a change could not be done with anything short of a scarab swarm and a dozen spyders but here was the Technomancer demonstrating his skills on the fly. The monolith took on a towering form which also extended circuit shaped roots into the ice while simultaneously ascending.

Once the structure was completed, the technomandrite reached into a pocket dimension and pulled out a pre-made canoptek leech, designed for active modification by maintaining a small portal to one of the high-quality necrodermis asteroid foundries. Cirrikan threw the leech and it sank into the structure to disappear out of sight. One thing that had remained on the now-stationary monolith was its Eternity gate. The group sensed the cryptek access the damaged systems of the Tomb World and managed to reroute enough power and systems to establish a stable connection to the complex below.

Cirrikan said nothing but the pace he set when he sprinted through the portal told the group to do the same as the portal was unlikely to remain stable for long. Once they were through, all of them had to adjust to different sensors as there was not a shred of light anywhere. Everyone as able to get through before the portal collapsed. The lychguard and immortals held their weapons at the ready. The chronomancer extended his chronometron, built into the palm of his hand. He viewed the disruption of time around him before deactivating it and shaking his head towards Cirrikan.

The group stood down, the chronomancer confirming that no biological had been through there. They were likely still demolishing the upper levels. Cirrikan began pulling out more leeches and distributing among his entourage to place at certain locations. While the spyders and crypteks left to carry out their instructions, the lychguards, Immortals, and the noble followed Cirrikan up a nearby set of stairs, leading into a vast chamber that had been collapsed. There were subtle hints that this used to be the Tomb World's throne room but now it was a pile of rubble.

Undeterred, the Technomancer stood before the pile. He handed his staff to Neras. As the technomandrite extended his spines, eldritch energy arced through them. The energy spread through his body, building to the point that his robes began to sway in a growing wind in the chamber. When the energy reached its peak, Cirrikan unleashed it through all four hands upon the pile.
The mountain of debris seemed to solidify into a single mass before sinking into the floor of the chamber along the walls and into the hole in the ceiling. The technomancer's entourage stared in awe. While they had witnessed the work of a cryptek before, it was usually them acting through canoptek constructs, not this scale of awe-inspiring transmutation. The hole in the ceiling resolved itself into what they recognized as a massive circular Eternity Gate but wrought in a manner that was clearly not intended to transport troops.

Its purpose was rapidly made clear as it activated and a column of liquid gold wider than a Monolith descended to the chamber floor. What it was was made equally clear when the Technomancer worked the material into a cauldron embedded into the floor to catch it with an angled base surrounded by freshly-forged canoptek leeches. From the base emerged patterns of the gold resolved themselves into complex circuitry.

The group felt power surging through the chamber and out. As the crypteks and spyders returned, they ascended the stairs in time for the base of the chamber near the staircases to erupt with more molten necrodermis filling the halls. The placed leeches began to resolve the metal into the walls, shaping according to their master's designs. The local area of the Tomb complex began to come back to life. A connection was made as a Nodal Command Network similar to the one forged in the Justice League universe manifested.

The debris that had sealed the many chambers disappeared into the molten metal, allow the liquid to proceed down the vast halls. For the first time in nearly a year, the spyders activated their anti-grav units and followed the rivers of necrodermis, their limbs moving over the igneous material, drawing from it to manufacture new scarab swarms and leeches to place. New alcoves appeared in the walls, large slots intended not for necrons but for spyders.

The teleportation network began to crackle back to life, now under the guidance of a new system. Cirrikan had reshaped the Throne Room into a Forge and workshop of incredible magnificence. He tapped into the freshly spawned Nodal Engineering Network and felt the formation of new generators, bringing fresh waves of power to the Tomb. As the molten necrodermis spread, constructs that had been felled by the gene-bred, or Space Marines as they called themselves, were swallowed by the fluid only to emerge reborn.

Hexagonal alcoves of various sizes appeared in the walls. Modelled after beehives, these would soon be birthing next-generation scarabs. Satisfied that the process that had begun in the lower chambers was now self-sustaining, the Technomandrite took back his staff and approached a pedestal that had emerged from the polished flooring. He walked up the stairs and like a great key, stuck his staff into a slot. The tomb responded, as the cryptek projected new life into the Tomb as a whole.
(Damnos, upper tomb complex, Universe-001)

Guardsman Penton Gantet shivered as the cold air moved through the monolithic passageways. No matter how many times he visited the Necrons tomb complex which seemed to go on forever beneath the surface of Damnos, he never ceased to be uneasy. The ancient crypts constantly set his teeth on edge.
A boom followed by the sound of rock crumbling was a small satisfaction that they were making progress in rendering the tombs systematically useless. Yet, the progress was slow as the number of charges needed to bring down a single section of passage way of some innocuous chamber of ancient and unknown function was often heavily resource consuming. The guardsmen shouldered his lasrifle and went to inspect the newly buried chamber when something seemed off…
He looked around then noticed that the alien symbols that were barely visible in the rock-like material that the necron tombs were made of were beginning to steadily glow with eldritch energy.

"Lieutenant!" Shouted the guardsman as he ran back to his demolitions division. As he turned the corner he came upon the sight of the collapsed tomb...rebuilding itself.

"This should not be possible." Said the tech-priest, saying that as casually as one would discuss the weather," With the command network down, so too should the tomb be deactivated."

Penton Gantet felt a sharp prick in the neck, he bowed his head to feel nothing. He looked up to see the collapsed tomb.

"This tomb is cleared out, let's go home." Ordered his superior.

Penton Gantet relaxed his grip on his lasrifle as he followed his demolition crew out of the tomb.

(Damnos, Main forge/ command center, Universe-001)

The Chronomancer along with a white Canoptek Wraith, one of the sentient one specializing in multiple fields of medicine, genetics, and cybernetics, returned to the chamber that had since transformed from a throne room into a vast workshop. Also it served as a command center as the interior was dominated by a floating semi-spherical body of high-quality necrodermis and light. As the Chronomancer's gaze penetrated the sphere, he could see subtle details that marked it as a real time map of Damnos, inside and out. Though the map was incomplete, the chronomancer could see the map growing as the tomb complex steadily reactivated and was flooded by liquid necrodermis, reforming and reshaping them to the will of its new master.

The Technomancer was attending to the remains of what appeared to be a Damnosian necron noble, whom, from the appearance of his long scything talons, had been afflicted with the Curse of the Flayer. He watched as streams of high quality necrodemis flowed from Cirrikan's hands enter the body of the noble. The technomandrite's entourage was apparently so confident in the cryptek's skills that they did not worry about being afflicted. At the cursed necron Lord's head was one of the sentient canoptek spiders that had been charged with curing the flayer virus, working on the damaged mind of the former noble. While the claws began to slowly shrink, the Noble's body began to take on the form of those that had been renewed in life and body by the technomancer's work.

Then the noble awoke.

"Who are you?" The noble spoke, confused," Where am I?"

"You are on your tomb world Damnos and I am Cirrikan, Technomandrite cryptek of the Ogdobekh Dynasty." Said the technomancer.

"Technomandrite? I thought your kind were legends, a rumor of the courts?" Said the Necron lord.

"He is no legend." Said Knect'ntal, surprising the party with the noble's support.

The technomancer went back to his forge.

"Where is he going?" asked Sahtah, remembering his name. The necron lord also remembered his other name, the Enfleshed. He shivered… What? He grasped his… skin…. His skin...his own flesh... Not the robes composed of another… his own skin... his own sinew.

"I need a reflector." Ordered the Necron Lord.

A spyder standing on eight long legs raised itself on four of them. The other four plus the spyders fabrication claw array worked in tandem as a disc of necrodermis form and became a full body mirror.

Standing up, the necron Lord looked and was startled by what he saw. Unlike his original flesh, which was plagued with tumorous growths from his heavily irradiated planet, his new form was beautiful and smooth. As suited to a Necron Lord he was tall and powerfully built, his new robes showing off his superior form.

"What is he?" Asked Sahtah

"He is a blessing for what was once a cursed existence. He has freed you from the wrath of Llandu'gor and gifted you with a body that is truly living metal." Said Knect'ntal, whom himself possessed armor over a shorter yet stockier form.

Sahtah walked over to the raised dais, where the technomancer worked with several other crypteks and sentient spyders. The Dais was dominated by the appearance of a solar system, one of the planets being his tomb world. The crypteks seemed to be communicating but not verbally. His connection to the Nodal Military network came with a thought but also came with no revelation as to what the crypteks were discussing.

"They are using the Nodal Engineering Network." Said Knect'ntal," I would not advise accessing it unless you want to be disabled by confusion for a period of time."

Sahtah nodded as he watched the crypteks part from the Technomancer. The technomandrites staff hovered in front of him as he spread his arms before the recreation of the system. The cascading fountains of liquid necrodermis answered the crypteks call and flowed to the center of the chamber, coalescing to form a structure. A complex latticework formed, twice the size of a monolith. He had trouble following the lines of necrodermis as they began to shape the crystalline mass. As one neared, what the noble suspected to be completion, more began to take shape throughout the chamber. Upon said completion, each of the structures hovered by the representation of a planetary body in the system other than Damnos. A wave of power fell over the room as Cirrikan swept an arm over the area and space itself folded on the structures.

"It will be eight planetary rotations before we start receiving resources even then, it will initially be a trickle as the facilities grow." Said Cirrikan aloud. It was difficult to determine as to who he was talking to though until the Technomandrite turned to face him," Damnos is to become the first of a new generation of manufacturing facilities for our people. Do you have any objections?"

"What does the Undying have to say about this?" Asked Sahtah.

"He is recorded to have been here but neither his remains nor his essence has been detected nor recovered. For now, you remain the most senior of Damnos' nobility."

"What is becoming of my tomb world's armies and war machines?" Asked the assumed leader Overlord of Damnos.

"Until such a time as the Forgeworld has the proper infrastructure set up, the damaged war machines will remain on the fields where they fell and your fellow necrons are being shipped to Universe-02, where the flayers are being cured, the destroyers repaired, and all are being upgraded to true living status." Said Cirrikan as the cryptek walked nonchalantly down the stairs by the noble.

"So the destroyer corruption is also undone? Truly you are worth the price, though I am concerned about the price I am paying for such a massive scale of service." Said Sahtah as he excused the cryptek for his blatant disregard for his rank.

"Nothing is being paid, noble, you have nothing to offer." The cryptek turned to face his surprised expression," This is not your tomb world. Look about you, tap into the Nodal Command Network and tell me what you can offer that I do not already control."

It took the Noble a mere nanosecond to realize that his tomb world was no longer his, the ancient rug that was necron society had been pulled out from under him and had been burned in the fires of cryptek industrial sorcery. He was standing before what he could now see was a rising juggernaut of Necrodermis and powerful invention and he could now clearly see how small a matter it was for him to be easily crushed and swept aside.

Sahtah dropped to a knee," I live to serve the Technomacer."

Cirrikan simply turned on his heel and strode through the Eternity Gate.

No sooner had the cryptek vanished than he felt his rank in the Nodal Military Network rise to the top. There were not many assets there yet but there were orders:

Stand By

( Necron factory station Xertac'stol, Universe-002)

The Technomancer returned through the portal to be greeted with the somber expression of a Chronomancer.

"When?" Asked Cirrikan.

"A Quarter Earth rotation." Reported the cryptek as he took the side of his superior as they walked.

"Our disposition?" Asked Cirrikan.

"23,670 Necron volunteers, 6,700, spyders are standing by, 20 million tier I scarabs,1.3 millions tier II scarabs, 20,000 Acanthrites, 45,000 canoptek wraiths, 70 monoliths, 3 scorpyons, 6 wings of Night sythes, 4 wings of Doom Scythes, 2 wings of Night Shrouds, and one Cairn-class tomb ship." Reported the cryptek.

"It will do. Inform my nemesor to initiate plan Alpha." Said Cirrikan.