so here he is, my necron looking like, and necron hating like knight

want to know how comes? read below

btw..i know i m not god at writing, and my grammer is horrible...just remember, english is not my main language and this is just to explain his background

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The Tomblord

A mind unchained



Rain falls onto a muddy battlefield. Drowning the ill that was left on the ground. Stones hat had once been buildings and fortifications, metal..once tanks..and peaces of metal, that is so old that no human has a guess of its age. This metal belongs to war machines...some of the cruelest humanity has ever seen. Dozen of dozen lay all over the battlefield, making a bizarre copy to the human deaths next to them, as they look far too similar. Whiles the one fight with flames in their heart, with each mind a different goal, the others have lost their mind long ago..as well as hopes, a feelings...all but hate on all living. Those metal corps lay concentrate around one large pair of legs, leading into a bulky like main body with a mask like death in the center and eyes glowing green behind. Calmly he stands atop the battlefield, sunken in his crippled mind..flashes of memories going through his head..pictures of a time long ago..a time lost...no..taken by the same enemies, which dead body’s now surround him. The plate on his chest revers him as Tomblord, but his memory’s tell him another name..one of those days before.

Those days lay hundreds of years behind. It were bright days, full of honor. In this time, the machine had a body made of flesh. And not just any body. No the body of a king. His name was Juergen Anderman. And he was the superior leader of a Knight world, far out at the ridge of Segmentum Ultima. The world he ruled was named Hasslefield. It was discovered late by the end of the great crusade. The distant had the luck, that the war after, the Heresy didn’t affect the world at all, but also the disadvantage, that if needed.,.help..would at best, arrive too late..or never.

And so it came that the only knowledge of its disappearance was a little note in Terra`s mighty underground library of "contact lost". Due the frequent war Terra`s mighty army’s lay all and every time, the note showed no effect and no help ever came to look for this distant world.

While Hasslefield lay far from most of the Mankind’s Battles, an older, darker threat was laying deep inside the planet itself. Uncontrolled by the Mechanicum, mining wasn’t a far less threat for the planet, and so it too decades to reveal, what better not had been revealed. Once the catacombs were opened, a threat break loose over the planet, no one had ever expected, as the entire planet seemed to awake and turn against them. Ancient mechanics, woke up the Necrons, layed for 60 million years in tombs down under the planets ground. Army’s of metal warriors raise from under the ground, bringing death to the humans, who were so blunt to live on their planet. Hasslefield fought bravely, but stood no chance, all alone against this threat. But well enough to catch someones special attention. Not far away due that time Trazyn The Infinite heard the alert from the tombword, fighting unique unseen war machines, that call them self Knights. That was one thing he sure wanted to add to his collection and so, to the bad luck of the humans t, a second wave necrons appeared out of nowhere, opening portals on the planet and unleashing Trazyn`ms army. The defender got overwhelmed quickly, all but one. A single Knight Titan, crimson red with black eagles as sign fought tougher and harder then anyone else. He was the King himself..But even with his rage against the Necrons, he couldn’t deny them the world he swore to protect, or his wife and children. The Knight hit by countless heavy weapons, bent down onto his knee, craters covering his armor, blood, cooling liquid and more dripping from a hundred wounds..but the killing blow, should never come. Trazyn himself, stopped his warriors and saw an opportunity. He layed the mighty Knight in chains, but to ad him to his Libery or even to his ranks, he would need a complete over howl. So armor was replaced with stronger Necron metal, preventing most direct hits to do more then nasty scratches. His engine should become more efficient, never needing a drop of promethium again and a tesla cannon, was added to his chest, to cover the blind spot, right below his chest. But the biggest..the most difficult and most violent change came to the Pilot himself. Wounded to near death, it was needed to make his cockpit into a life supporting system, similar but more complex to that sarcophagus of a Dreadnaught, completely autonomous and no need for food or sleep anymore. With this change also complex moonshiners were added to keep Juergen under the control of Trazyn, much like the Necron Warriors. In that Moment, Juergen Anderman stopped existing and a new Knight was born, the Tomblord. His body now painted in dark green and bronze, covered in Necron symbols, he should be a willing new toy under Trazyns command. One one thing stayed untouched...but not for grace..no..The banner under the center torso was left untouched, to remind and show the Tomblord, that just like every living flesh, the sign of his world, of himself, will also pass away, rust and disappear.

It took not long to find a perfect place to test his new one toy for Trazyn and he unleashed his army onto another knightworld. By there side, the mighty Tomblord marched his way up to the imperial defenders. He ravished through their defend, e like it wasn’t existing, and soon was in a fight against another Knight. With easy he ripped the Knight to shreds..but as he looked down onto the opened up dead corpse, memories came to his mind...and with memories a mind awoke inside the machine. A mind trazyn had underestimated by far. Little he could know that every Knights thrown also includes sit very own soul, made of all the Knights piloted it before. Together with this mighty mind, they broke the bonds of the control machines and returned, what could be returned from Jürgen. But there was so few left...a couple memories...and a feeling. A strong urge, he shared with the machine spirit. The hate for the Invaders, who had taken his life away and turned a noble machine into a monster. Necrons without the feeling for surprise or fear did nothing but stand confused and watch as the Knight massacred the invasion force, while the Imperials looked at him in disbelieve and cautioned. Thanks to the Necron upgrades, the Knight knew exactly where to find the Necrons, finally using their own portal system to enter the tombship itself. Full of anger Trazyn had to leave his tombship and set the engines to full speed, to send his traiterous toy into nothingness, and so he thought he would never see him again.

But he appeared again...it took him centuries to come back, but what is that for a necron like machine. Still he cant remember either his name or who he ever belonged too. But with his hate for Necrons, and his ability to find them, he can be often seen appearing right inside a completely confused Necron invasion army, letting loose his anger., just to disappear again into a bright green lightning.

And that is, where our story began. Right inside the remains of what once had been a Necron force send out to claim one of mankind’s colonies. A deep roaring sound rumbles through the machine and his old engine exhausts blow dark smoke into the air, even despite he doesn’t needs any promethium anymore. Auto loaders crackle and feed his ancient machine gun with fresh ammo, while a high pinched hissing tells everyone who could hear, that his thermal cannon is making itself ready again. Over the top of a miles away hill, a fresh Necron force appears, Led by a Necron Lord, marching right into his direction. As the giant warmachine come into their sight, surrounded by endless seeming lines of broken Necron body’s, the entire army stopped. And for the very first time in his life, the Necron lord felt...fear