While completing my task of ambushing the Tyranid fleet heading for Sotha, a part of my mind was busy digesting the new STC database from Trazyn.
It would be hard to sell most of them as proper chanicus designs, even if the Necron wizard had tried to give them the Imperium look, gothic and somber and gritty as hell.
A few exceptions were the advanced version of a to assemble what we need at a higher speed. It would look like a green pistol to humans."
Thus I began searching among my trove of Necron weapons for green pistols, proposing a few hundred green weapons and getting rejected, until the good one appeared.
"And this thing will generate enough energy to move a planet?" I asked a bit doubtful, holding the gun in my hand.
"Of course not. But there are seven more shards asleep beside . We shall use one of them as a power source.
The Pharos will lose so range, but we gain mobility and eventually a few weapons." the C'tan proposed and pointed with his eyes at another wall.
The living rock drew apart to reveal a yellow human shape, with tentacle hair and closed eyes. The creature felt strong and nacing, even asleep and bound with living rock chains.
"What now?" I wondered glancing at Zarhulash.
"Now, you lock his location in your mind, and shoot him. He will appear in a transdinsional pocket, inside the weapon. Sadly it won't remove the binding, but it will allow to convert his transdinsional mass/volu into engine components, what you call blackstone." the C'tan explained patiently.
Mystery solved, I stored the new superweapon in my tesseract and smiled inward. I might be evolved from a monkey, but I wasn't one.
"Perhaps so other day, Mighty Zarhulash. Not to be rude, but you are lying about so things right now, and it hurts my feelings." I comnted in a sad voice, and focused back on the Sounding Board.
The C'tan had been helpful, giving a weapon that would work on his kind. But he was planning his escape, and we couldn't have that, could we?
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