My fleet grew and was upgraded in the orbital shipyards of Ryza, and in these 6 months I received 10 brand-new Los Angeles-pattern missile destroyers, hastily converted from nearly completed hulls already in production. With 30 torpedoes prepared in their launch blocks, a single such destroyer should be able to cripple or destroy even a battlecruiser.
They have also started testing those system-only corvettes, and even produced about 30 of them, using them as test-beds for the large numbers of STC templates they have just received.
My own forces were upgraded with 16 and then Trazyn the Infinite.
"Quick question, Necron Lord. Is your Fulgrim getting stronger?" I asked with a cautious ntal transmission.
In a few seconds, a ntal image of the Necron mage appeared in my mind. "Oh? Soone has figured out how to operate the ancient Sender?"
I shrugged ntally. "Is that your important question you desire as a trade?"
"I suppose not. My Fulgrim, huh? So the Serpent Daemon is dead? Or is that how you can be certain?" the ancient lich wondered to himself.
I decline to answer, because I knew there will be a big trade to follow.
"Paranoid...but I like it. Let check...conversion...stasis...there! asuring psychic output...now this is peculiar. Half of his soul has grown indeed. I'd say the original has been split...and now the power is returning to the familiar body. I wonder what kind of weapon can split a soul in two." he mused to himself, while no doubt examining his Fulgrim clone with arcane devices.
"I'm getting tired, Necron Lord. Ask the question." I demanded more abruptly.
"Right! A fair trade, even after learning the answer. We should really et one day. Wait, my question. How did you know about ?" he asked in a rather self-serving manner.
"You were defending Cadia, when the Black Crusade cracked the planet apart. The pilons worked as well. You were just too late. Too hesitant, even after the galaxy broke in two." I answered with a sad voice.
"I see now. You're trying to make act. Not your puppet, whoever you are!" the Necron complained half mad.
I thought for a minute. "You did act Trazyn. And you will act again. Last ti...you were alone. I'll see what rare item I can offer. Hmmm. A C'tan shard...nah. You should have one already. Astartes...you have too many anyway. How about a Daemon Primarch?
Nah..Fulgrim...wait..the Tau have this chronoblade. Can make anyone immortal. But you are already...I don't know. Maybe so Dark Eldar stuff? Nice things are hard to find." I muttered in a rambling kind of way.
"No, wait! There is such thing as a chronoblade? The Tau are too backwards to invent sothing of that level. A C'tan shard is valuable too. And that Primarch...you have the other Fulgrim? We should really trade. I rarely find anything nice." Trazyn demanded a bit more eager.
I smiled inward. The hook was deeply caught.
"Don't call , I'll call you. But you'll know easily when we et. I have a puppy." I sent with so effort and ended the call.
Then I engaged the stasis field again, and went to bed.
The puppy jumped on my left arm and went to sleep as well. Good senses on that wolf.
I continued my normal schedule, crafting fake STCs, making babies and inspecting the troops. Taking the puppy with made more popular, for so strange reason.
His na was now Canis, the High Gothic for dog. Keeping things simple worked best, and I had enough balls in the air to juggle already.
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