[b][i]chapter 4.3 - the Necro Lord[/i][/b] *deep within the bowls of the necrons' Capitol ship, the Necro lord stares out his viewport into space - his actual eyes long gone.. Only to be replaced by optical sensors. [i]how he longs to see again[/i]* *long ago, a disease afflicted his entire race. Their skin would boil and melt from the plague - it too had to be replaced. [i]how he longs to feel again[/i]* *one of the first symptoms of the plague was to corrupt the brain - robbing the once peaceful loving people of their compassion. That too needed to be replaced. [i]how he longs to love again[/i]* *the Necro lord was there, over 60,000,000 years ago, when his entire race was forced to transcend into these fleshless monsters.. These skeletal remnants of what they once were* *the Necro lord turns from the window as a servitor drags a surviving legionnaire from his holding tank. The servitor restrains the man on a vertical table. Beside the table there are a variety of tools... Tools with a grisly history* *without a word, the Necro lord flays the skin off the legionnaires face. The man screams bloody murder, along with everyone forced to watch this grisly makeover* *once the legionnaires skin was off, the Necro lord pressed it to his own metallic face.. With a robotic moan of pleasure, he began tearing at the rest of the mans flesh to make a cloak out of his skin.. The the necro lord can almost feel again.. Almost see again... Almost love again* [b][i]the ships begin to head for earth[/i][/b]