Cawl turned, servo-crawlers scuttling beneath him. The intruder was not the Eldar Shadowseer. Green eyes blazed from beneath a hood of metallic scale. The power core of a burnished staff glinted.
"I mean you no harm." The figure ****** his head to one side. "Are those the correct words? I find that no matter which I use, no one ever believes them." He paused. "Wait...What did you call me?"
Secondary circuits meshed, retrieving ancient data. A Necron. A soulless embodiment of the Motive Force. A blasphemy against the Omnissiah. Cawl's Arc Scourge slithered to life, energy crackling across its coils. "You are an abomination."
The Necron set his staff aside. "'Thief' normally suffices. I prefer 'honoured guest.' But abomination or thief, you and I have common cause."
Cawl willed the Arc Scourge's tendrils to war mode, already anticipating the joy of dissection. "Logic dictates otherwise."
"Then you don't seek to understand the nature of this matrix?"
The Arc Scourge grew still at Cawl's wordless command. This was unexpected. Or was it the abomination's trick to preserve its mockery of existence? "You comprehend its secrets?"
"I was there when they were first erected. Or perhaps I wasn't. You of all people should understand that memory is a fickle thing."
Cawl allowed an angry hiss to rattle through his rebreather. "We share no commonality."
"Perhaps. I went to the fires of biotransference in chains. You, I think, have gladly sliced away your humanity piece by piece." The Necron stepped closer, eyes blazing. "But neither of us desires to see this galaxy ripped asunder by the Empyreal Ones. Destroy me if you wish. I will simply awaken elsewhere. Nothing will change. For me, for you ... for this world."
Cawl remained silent, probabilities warping and reforming with fresh data. First an Eldar had set him on this path, now a Necron offered to guide his steps. But if the knowledge preserved the Omnissiah's Imperium ... "Show me."
Sardonic laughter, dry as dust, echoed around the cavern. "I thought you'd never ask."