[b][i]Fire Warrior.[/i][/b] It happened within the General Quarters of the bloodwrath, in a dark alleyway. Red Lightning arced unto buildings and streets, all emanating from a single point. An alleyway, between a warehouse and a parking lot. A ball of red Lightning formed over the pavement, burning cleanly through anything it touched. At the center of it, a shape began to form. It was quite large... about twice the size of a space marine. It was kneeling, by the looks of it, from within the sphere. In a final blast, a wave of red energy flew across the city block, momentarily shutting down electronic devices. Little remnants of red lightning arced from his body. His armour was painted in pitch black and glossy red. Over his left arm was a dark and foggy cloak. The fire warrior shook his head, looking up. [i][u]"Wh... Where in the universe am I..?"[/u][/i] He slowly began to stand up. As he moved, red gauss energy, liberated gauss energy, floated across his joints. He was no longer a man of flesh. He was a being of metal, but of familiar metal. He had died. He had been made a slave. And briefly, he had touched the darkness. But now, he had returned. The liberated commander had been freed. His mind had returned to him, in major parts. He was still bonded with the ultimate being of Death, the Nightbringer. But he was like a parasite to the god. He had harnessed his powers for his own use. He had cheated death. The Grieving Commander stood proudly, encased in the mighty armour of the Tau. [i][u]"I... Am Aun Kor'El... Shas'o'Kais of the Terr'an Sept... Liberated Commander..."[/u][/i] He spoke these words like some sort of prayer, a reminder to himself that his life was his own once more. That he was in control, not the machines. He stood proud, yet somewhat humble. His stance was not that of a machine. His movements were not mechanic. They were fluid, broken, random, instinctual. He moved in a human manner. In a living manner. In the manner a scared yet fearsome soldier would move. He knew he had alerted a part of the General Quarters, if not all of them. But that mattered little to him. He could see the pained souls roaming the ship, encased in their metal prisons. The enslaved Necrons. He felt their pain, their suffering. He heard their pleas for mercy. He would answer them. He was a man of three worlds. He was Born as Tau, the fire warrior. He lived on Terr'a, with the humans. And he payed his sins with the Necrontyr, slaves of their own hatred. With the Red Gauss flowing through him, dancing along with the blue power of Tau craft, The Insurgent Commander lived once more. [spoiler]open. You saw that red Lightning.[/spoiler]