In the closing days of 399 M42, a sinister figure enacts an age old plan, and the horrors of the 42nd millennia are thrust into a galaxy far far away. Now, the Republic and Separatist alliance must quickly adapt to their new situations and adversaries, or face utter destruction by those so entrenched in war that peace is utterly incomprehensible to them.

Some time ago, Aaron Dembski-Bowden wrote a story about what it is like to be a chaos space marine, in order to dispel some misunderstandings and to help people understand what that sort of life is truly like. I now do the same for the Necrons.

An Overlord of Trazyn's Dynasty visits the grand Galleries of Solemnace in an attempt to retrieve some of his "liberated" possessions, and is caught up in his past. He thinks upon the Necrons past, present, and future, as well as Solemnace's significance in all of this. Oneshot.