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Postby Matapiojo » Thu Feb 10, 2011 7:55 am

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*Special thanks to Locutus, The_Assassin711, and chuckforest (a.k.a. Deux Ex Machina) for providing an ample amount of refferences for this particular thread.

General Information

- An Imperial officer observes the folly of facing Necrons in battle:
Spoiler
“I was far from casual about dismissing the necron threat, as you can imagine, particularly as I was the only one present with the faintest idea of just how formidable the metal warriors were, but from my point of view there was no point in even trying to make plans to deal with them: how can you defend against an enemy which can teleport at will, into the heart of your defences, and phase casually through the walls when they get there?” Cain’s Last Stand, p.102 - **

- Lied dormant for 60m years:
Spoiler
“Entombed in stasis-crypts, they have slumbered through the aeons, waiting for the galaxy to heal from the wounds of a long and bloody war. Now, after sixty million years of dormancy, a great purpose begins.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.5 - The Necrons

Spoiler
“The Silent King's final command to his people was that they must sleep for sixty million years but wake ready to rebuild all that they had lost, to restore the dynasties to their former glory.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.7 - In The Beginning / The Great Sleep

Spoiler
“For sixty million years the Necrons slept, voicelessly waiting for their chance to complete the Silent King's final order: to restore the Necron dynasties to their former glory.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening

- The Great Sleep was not without flaws:
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“None can say for sure how many Tomb Worlds entered the great Sleep, but it is certain that a great many did not survive into the 41's Millennium. Technologically advanced though the Necrons were, to attempt a stasis-sleep of such scale was a great risk, even for them.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening

Spoiler
“As the centuries passed, ever more Tomb Worlds fell prey to malfunction or ill-fortune. For many, the results were minor, such as a disruption to the operation of the Tomb World's chronostat or revivification chambers, causing the inhabitants to awaken later than intended - but some Tomb Worlds suffered more calamitous events.

Cascade failures of stasis-crypts destroyed millions, if not billions, of dormant Necrons. Some Tomb Worlds were destroyed by the retribution of marauding Eldar, their defence systems overmatched by these ancient enemies. Other Tomb Worlds fell victim to uncaring evolution of the galaxy itself. Tectonically unstable planets crushed Necron strongholds slumbering at their hearts; stars went supernova, consuming orbiting Tomb Worlds in their death throes. And everywhere, inquisitive life forms scrabbled and fought over the bones of the Necron territories, causing more damage in their unthinking search for knowledge than the vengeful Eldar ever could.”
/ Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening

Spoiler
“The awakening has been far from precise, and the Necrons have not arisen as one but in fitful starts over scattered millenia, like some gestalt sleeper rising from a troubled dream. Errors in circuitry and protocols ensued that a revivification destined to take place in the early years of M41 actually began far earlier in a few cases, or has yet to occur at all in others.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening / Rising From Oblivion

- Necrons are programmed, and have a basic code written into them without exception:
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“All Necrons, from the lowliest of warriors to the most regal of lords, are driven by one ultimate goal, to restore their ancient dynasties to glory - to bring the galaxy under their rule once more. Such was the edict long ago encoded into the Necrons' minds, and it is a command so fundamental to their being that it cannot be denied.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.5 - The Necrons

Spoiler
“The biotransference process had embedded command protocols in every mind, granting Szarekh the unswerving loyalty of his subjects. At first, the Silent King embraced this unanimity, for it was a welcome reprieve from the chaos of recent years. However, as time wore on he grew weary of his burden but dared not sever the command protocols, lest his subjects turn on him seeking vengeance for the terrible curse he had visited upon them.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.7 - In The Beginning / Biotransference

Spoiler
“Thus was the Silent King's last order, and as the last Tomb World sealed its vaults, he destroyed the command protocols by which he had controlled his people, for he had failed them utterly.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.7 - In The Beginning / The Great Sleep

- Necron numbers:
Spoiler
“Yet if billions of Necrons have been destroyed by the passage of eternity, countless billions more remain to see their dominion reborn.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.5 - The Necrons

Spoiler
“Even now, at the close of the 41st Millennium, billions of Necrons still slumber in their tombs, silently awaiting the clarion call of destiny.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening / Rising From Oblivion

- Communicating with other factions:
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“Adversary, know that your squalid colony rests upon a rightful crownworld of the Novokh Dynasty. Know also that whilst your presence cannot be tolerated, we are bound by honour to allow you opportunity to withdraw. You are therefore granted one solar month, commencing at termination of this transmission, to remove all trace of your presence. If you fail to accept this generous offer, my armies shall conclude these negotiations. We advise you not to mistake honourable warning for lack of resolve.’ – Ultimatum received by Governor Mendican Harrow of Hiveworld Dhol VI.” Codex: Necrons (5e), p.9 - The Great Awakening / A Return To Power

Spoiler
“To external observers, the behaviour of awoken Tomb Worlds must seem eclectic almost to the point of randomness. Some Necron Lords send diplomatic emissaries to other worlds, negotiating for the return of lost territories and artefacts, or cast off into the stars, searching for distant Tomb Worlds not yet awoken.” Codex: Necrons (5e), p.9 - The Great Awakening / A Return To Power


Tomb Worlds

- Worlds were destroyed during their slumber:
Spoiler
“Many Tomb Worlds are no more, destroyed by cosmic disaster or alien invasion.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.5 - The Necrons

- Damaged Worlds may have corrupted Necrons within:
Spoiler
“Others are damaged, their entombed legions afflicted by slow madness or worn to dust by entropy's irresistible onset.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.5 - The Necrons

Spoiler
“With but the slightest flaw in the revivification cycle, the engrammic pathway of a sleeper scatters and degrades. In most cases, these coalesce over time to restore identity and purpose, but it is a process that can take decades, or even centuries, and cannot be hurried. Sometimes recovery never occurs and the sleeper is doomed forever to a mindless state.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening / Rising From Oblivion

Spoiler
“There are thousands of Tomb Worlds scattered throughout the galaxy whose halls are thronged with shambling automatons, Necrons whose minds fled during hibernation, and whose bodies have been co-opted by a Tomb World's master program in an attempt to bring some form of order to their existence. Other Necrons refer to such places as the Severed Worlds, and they loathe and fear their inhabitants in equal measure. None of this is to say that even an individual lucky enough to achieve a flawless revivification awakens alert and aware.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening / Rising From Oblivion

- Tomb Worlds started awakening during the Great Crusade:
Spoiler
“The very first Tomb Worlds revived to see the Great Crusade sweep across the galaxy.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening / Rising From Oblivion

- Groggy awakening of Worlds:
Spoiler
“It is rare for a Tomb World to awaken to full function swiftly.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening / Rising From Oblivion

- Vulnerabilities:
Spoiler
“A Tomb World is at its most vulnerable during the revivification process. The colossal amounts of energy generated are detectable across great distances, and are an irresistible lure to the inquisitive and acquisitive alike. In these early stages, it is unlikely that the army of a Tomb World proper will have awoken to full function, so defence lies in the hands of the Necrons' servitor robots - the Canoptek Spyders, Scarabs and Wraiths.” Codex: Necrons (5e), p.9 - The Great Awakening / Unsleeping Defences

- The Master Program rects to threats:
Spoiler
“Initially, these defenders will be directed by the Tomb World's master program, whose complex decision matrix allows it to calculate an efficient response to any percieved threat. As the threat level rises, so too does the intensity of the master program's counter-measures, prioritising the activation of the Tomb World's defences and the revivification of its armies according to the situation at hand.” Codex: Necrons (5e), p.9 - The Great Awakening / Unsleeping Defences

- Extensions of their rulers:
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“There is no such thing as a 'typical' Tomb World. Each answers only to the will of its ruler, and thus his proclivities define everything from its grand campaigns to trivialities such as architectural styles and forms of address between ranks.” Codex: Necrons (5e), p.14 - Necron Tomb Worlds / Places Of Power

- World hierarchy:
Spoiler
“Just as Necron society is rigidly tiered, so too are its Tomb Worlds. The most important are the crownworlds, oldest and proudest of all the Necron planets and the sites from which dynasties and planetary clusters are governed. Crownworlds were once hubs of galactic power, buttressed by tithe and tribute sent from elsewhere within their dynasties. With access to such great resource-wealth, crownworlds were able to construct the most reliable stasis-crypts.” Codex: Necrons (5e), p.14 - Necron Tomb Worlds

Spoiler
“Next in importance are coreworlds, planets which together form the heart of a dynasty. The rulers of coreworlds would inevitably be close kin to the regent of their crownworld, ensuring a bond of dynastic loyalty endured between the often diverse planets.” Codex: Necrons (5e), p.14 - Necron Tomb Worlds

Spoiler
“Finally, fringeworlds are planets of tertiary importance, not viewed as being of high enough status to be numbered amongst a dynasty's coreworlds. Fringeworlds were often poor or distant colonies, able to contribute to the wider realm only in terms of manual labour or as a location for penal institutions. Some fringeworlds will once have counted amongst the coreworlds of a different dynasty, but have since been conquered or otherwise subsumed into the dominionof their current ruler, thus descending in status.” Codex: Necrons (5e), p.14 - Necron Tomb Worlds

- Mandragora reigns supreme:
Spoiler
“Mandragora was always an important world, a hub for the Necron armies that did battle on the eastern rim of the galaxy. When the War in Heaven ended, Mandragora's stasis-crypts were filled to capacity with some of the finest warriors that the Necron dynasties could command. Mandragora's defences were second to none, as befitted a world of its status, and it survived the Great Sleep intact and safe from the attentions of plunderers.

So did Mandragora emerge from hibernation not only hale and whole, but with vast legions at its command - a situation its new Phaeron, Imotekh the Stormlord, was quick to exploit. Ordering Mandragora's Dolmen Gates reactivated, he sent forces to seize the many coreworlds from the Ork hordes of Warboss Snagratoof.”
Codex: Necrons (5e), p.14 - Necron Tomb Worlds / Mandragora The Golden, Crownworld Of The Sautekh Dynasty


Necron Units

Necron Lord
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Endurance
    - Taking no damage from an entire Bolter magazine:
    Spoiler
    “Casting off the unadulterated shock, Brielle levelled her bolt pistol and drew a shaky bead on the figure’s head. Breathing a silent prayer to the Emperor to guide her hand, she squeezed the trigger. Her shot struck the figure square across its metal brow, but the bolt exploded, leaving little more than a black smear to mark where it had landed. The creature appeared not even to register her attack. A moment later, Quin bellowed a savage curse born of the barbaric world of his birth. The warrior raised his boltgun and in scant seconds emptied an entire magazine at his foe. Several dozen bolt-rounds, each sufficient to reduce a normal body to a bloody ruin, glanced harmlessly from the metal form above.” / Fear the Alien, p.359 - **
Powers
    - Lord makes a man's head explode with his gaze:
    Spoiler
    “Within the shaft, a figure was rising. At first, all Brielle could make out was a humanoid form wreathed in a pulsating nimbus of light. As the figure rose upwards, she saw that it was floating, as if held aloft by the light itself. It was huge, easily three metres tall, its body a metal skeleton swathed in rags that appeared to writhe as if stirred by some unseen current.

    'We leave,' Brielle ordered as the figure rose to a height of ten metres above the hole. 'Now!'

    Before her servants could react, the figure’s eyes came suddenly alive, aglow with the same green light that illuminated those of the statues, yet a hundred times brighter. Its death-mask head turned, as if it awakened, and regarded the sight before it. That terrible gaze settled first upon the cowering form of Adept Seth. The astropath shrieked once more, and vomited inside his helmet, his face obscured by the dripping fluids. The skeletal figure’s eyes blazed still brighter, and a wet crump sounded from within the astropath’s helmet, the inside of the visor turning in an instant to the vivid red of fresh blood flecked with the grey of brain matter. Brielle watched in mute horror as Seth’s body toppled lifelessly to the ground, a great cloud of dust billowing up from the ground around it.”
    / Fear the Alien, p.358 & 359 - **

Scarabs
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Firepower
    - Suicide detonation:
    Spoiler
    “From the darkness above the group flashed silvered, insect-like attackers, each little more than a metre in length. From what Brielle took to be the head of each creature, there shone a green light, clearly akin to that which blazed so brightly in the depths of the chasm she had just crossed. One of the metallic creatures swooped down upon an armsman, the green at its front increasing in brightness until the attacker was surrounded by a nimbus of pulsating energy. The armsman racked the slide on his shotgun and unleashed a blast at near point-blank range, but the creature swerved aside as it dived towards its target. As the attacker fell upon the armsman, the green field surrounding it increased in intensity still further. At the last, his attacker closing, the armsman rotated his shotgun and drove its solid stock upwards, ramming it hard into his attacker’s head. The green light exploded as the shotgun crunched into the attacker’s fore section. The armsman was driven backwards, falling to land at the very edge of the chasm. His attacker plummeted, out of control, right above his supine form, and was lost in the pulsating depths far below.” / Fear the Alien, p.347 - **

Miscellaneous
    - Scarabs swarm into a cohessive form:
    Spoiler
    “Without pausing, Ulantus had ripped his chainsword into life in one hand and drawn his bolt pistol with the other. He had vaulted over the makeshift barricade and marched to the front of the Devastator line. The pledged workers on the barricade cheered, and the surviving Devastator sergeant nodded his acknowledgement.

    As the blast doors finally ruptured, Ulantus roared with defiance, triggering the first volley of fire from the Devastators. An immense bank of bolter fire lashed out of the firing line, shredding the remnants of the doors and the first of the necron warriors that emerged through the smoke. A hail of grenades bounced and rolled into the breach, where they detonated and filled the lost prow sections with blazing infernos of shrapnel.

    When the firing stopped, another cheer arose from the barricade. Smoke plumed and billowed out of the mined blast doors, but no necrons emerged from the devastation. Hope washed over the defenders in a cruel wave.

    An almost inaudible scratching noise started to scrape through the structure of the corridor. It grew louder and louder, scraping and rustling until it became a metallic din. Little flecks of black appeared on the floor in front of the blast doors. They looked like beetles or roaches, scurrying across the ground. There were dozens of them, then hundreds spilling out into the corridor. Hundreds rapidly became thousands, pouring out of the breach towards Ulantus and the Devastator Marines. Then a thunderous cacophony of beating wings erupted from the breach and a great cloud of flying scarabs burst out of the smoke, like a solid black, gleaming cloud of sharpened metal.

    Flamers erupted into life and bolters spat shells relentlessly, but the scarabs swarmed around the attacks and engulfed the firing line, flowing up, over and through the barricades. Ulantus hacked out with his chainsword, smashing hundreds of the alien beedes and swatting them away as they tried to gnaw through his armour. Behind him, he could hear the screams of the unarmoured fighters on the barricade as they were eaten alive. Dropped grenades suddenly detonated, blowing sections of the barricades away and mercifully killing the militiamen that no longer had arms with which to throw them.

    Ulantus yelled into the swarm, defying it with his own fury. The remaining Devastators were ablaze with fire, pouring flames and shells into the metallic cloud in disciplined volleys and then undisciplined tirades. The fight was desperate and brutal.

    As the swarm swept over them and passed through into the corridors beyond, Ulantus keyed his vox bead and ordered the next section of the hull sealed behind them. He could hear the next set of blast doors close and seal further down the corridor, and then he could just about make out the metallic scurrying of scarabs as they clattered up against them in frustration.”
    Dawn of War Omnibus, p.297 - **

Flayed Ones
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Miscellaneous
    - A Flayed One convincingly poses as a human corpse to infiltrate an Imperial instalation:
    Spoiler
    “It was the first body that had been thrown in there. Unlike most of them it had been zipped up in a body bag before being dumped in the room. The seal on the bag split open. A bloody hand reached out and pulled the bag apart. The body inside, a Raevenian soldier caked in blood, clambered to its feet. It was half-bent over in a position that a human spine could not maintain for long, its head thrust forward like an animal’s. Its wounds were so disfiguring it was impossible that it was still alive. Its eyes flickered green.

    The corpse opened the door with the hiss of a breaking air seal. No one had thought to bar the door from the outside, since the idea of a corpse walking out was ridiculous. The dead Raevenian shambled down the corridor, passing storerooms full of abandoned equipment. Its gait became surer as it went, as if it was rapidly relearning how to walk. The corpse room was in the command centre’s basement, and was not being used by any of the commanders and support staff of Queen Dyrmida’s army. The muffled thunder of gunfire was the only sound aside from the clicking of metallic heels on the floor.

    Footsteps came from up ahead. A soldier emerged from a bend in the corridor. He was wearing the uniform of a medic, and was dragging a body bag along behind him. His uniform was smeared with blood, and his hands were red with it.
    The soldier saw the corpse and stopped. 'Hey,' he said. 'Hey, you’re a live one, right? Stay there, don’t move. I’ll get you help.' He dropped the bag and hurried up to the corpse. 'Listen, sit down, and I’ll get someone from upstairs. Got it? Speak to me, pal. Come on.'

    The corpse grabbed the back of the soldier’s neck and slammed him against the wall. Its other hand punched into the soldier’s back and closed around his spine. It ripped out a handful of vertebrae.”
    Hellforged, p.339 & 340 - **

    - Easily maneuver through a guarded Imperial instalation with keen insight on its workings (may also go to Combat and Endurance):
    Spoiler
    “A Flayed One skewered a soldier through his ribcage from behind, lifted him up, and dashed his brains out against the edge of the map table in the centre of the room. Markers indicating the Raevenian positions around the space port scattered onto the floor, and blood spattered across the diagram of the space port’s walls and landing pads. Another soldier backed against the door, and yelled as he fired on full-auto, emptying his gun’s magazine at the Flayed Ones entering the room. The gun’s movement clicked on an empty chamber, and bladed hands reached for him. He fought them off, screaming, even as his fellow soldiers were dragged down and butchered. Finally, his abdomen was slit open, and the scream caught in his throat, drowned in the blood gurgling up from a wound in his lung.

    The Flayed Ones seemed barely to notice the barricaded doors. One of them, still wearing the tatters of the medic’s skin, reached up and pulled down a ceiling tile, revealing a cavity between the ceiling and the floor of the level above. With inhuman ease, it slid into the space, followed rapidly by half the other Flayed Ones. The others turned to the metal shutters on the situation room’s windows and began to tear them from the walls.”
    Hellforged, p.352 & 353 - **

Warriors
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Combat
    - Warriors react with machine precision:
    Spoiler
    “The creatures didn’t move. Amareth glared at them for a moment longer, then lowered his shoulders, tried to push his way past them – and four of them raised their great guns in unison, and vaporised him in a cataclysmic outpouring of emerald force.” Dead Men Walking, p.274 - **
Endurance
    - A Warrior repairs auto-cannon damage with no difficulty to rejoin the ranks as they advance:
    Spoiler
    “There were scores of the creatures spilling from each corridor, marching in perfect unison, shoulder-to-shoulder, silent except for the sound of their metal feet clanking rhythmically on the stone floor.

    On and on they came, walking slowly into the torrent of gunfire laid down by the Anointed, and still they did not raise their weapons. Marduk saw one of the fallen creatures, its head shattered by autocannon rounds, begin to rise to its feet once more, its eyes, which were black moments before, glowing once again. The damage done to its cranium repaired before his eyes, the metal knitting back into shape. Its skull was smooth and immaculate, and it stepped back into line with its companions. Liquid promethium from heavy flamers roared as it was unleashed, as the walking corpse-machines drew ever nearer to the Terminators, but the flames did nothing to halt their progress.”
    Dark Apostle, p.96 - **

    - A Marine bore witness to Warriors ignoring Hellgun fire:
    Spoiler
    “My old nightmare of orks pouring through these narrow passageways bent on plunder and destruction seemed positively comforting now. I fought down memories of those blank metallic faces, fashioned in the semblance of skulls, advancing through a hail of hellgun fire as though it were a refreshing spring rain, and shuddered in horror.” Caves of Ice, p.107 - **

    - Warriors repair critical damage, or phase out for the ranks to be replenished:
    Spoiler
    “More of the flying warriors rose above the trees, criss-crossing the clearing in front of the gates with blasts of green energy. Warriors stalked out of the tree line, a silent rank of them matching step as they advanced.

    The cavalry charged, those at the front lowering their lances and those behind snapping off rifle shots. A warrior fell, face ruined. After a moment, it stood up again, falling back into step. The first riders clashed with the warriors. Blue light burst where the power blades of their lances made contact, the energy fields tearing through metal. Automatic fire rattled into the Undying, and cascades of bullet casings rained down around the horses’ hooves. An Undying warrior was carried up into the air, impaled on a lance, green fire bleeding from its chest. Others were trampled under hooves. A power sabre lashed out and cut a machine’s head from its shoulders.

    Green fire flashed. Men and horses fell, stripped to the bone so quickly that their bodies took a moment to start bleeding. The ground shook. The charge faltered. The trees on the hillside began to fall, toppling as a great bulk forced its way through them.

    One of the cavalrymen, in command after Imnis’s death, called out for the sons of Raevenia to rejoice and die well. A hundred Undying stepped in eerily perfect formation from the trees, grinning skulls reflecting the glowing power fields of the cavalry’s lances. Bullets rained down into them, but fallen Undying simply stood again, and, those that did not, disappeared, replaced a moment later by another metallic warrior striding into the open.”
    Hellforged, p.197-199 - **

Wraith
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Combat
    - Wraith are equipped with acids, vibrating blades, and other gruesome implements:
    Spoiler
    “'Commander!' shouted Crystovane.

    It was the only word he got out before the necron ghost behind him shimmered into reality and speared him through the back with both sets of blades. Injectors pumped to fill him with acids that would eat him away the inside, and blades vibrated to slice easily through his bones and organs.”
    Hellforged, p.365 - **

    Spoiler
    “They were even more gruesome, more horrifying, in the flesh – in the metal, rather – than the commissar could ever have imagined they would be. They descended upon the Death Korps grenadiers, their elongated spinal cords snapping around to deliver lethal electric stings, but when the grenadiers fired upon them in return, their las-beams passed through the necron ghosts’ semi-transparent forms.” Dead Men Walking, p.254 - **

Necron Vehicles

Monolith
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Endurance
    - Deflecting projectiles and absorbing lascannon fire:
    Spoiler
    “Missiles detonated ineffectively upon the structure’s sheer, black surfaces, and he watched as autocannon rounds stitched across its sides. The heavy-calibre shells ricocheted harmlessly off the dark stone, causing not so much as a crack in its surface. Lascannon beams struck its angled sides, yet the energy was merely absorbed into the alien structure, making its hieroglyphs momentarily glow brighter.” / Dark Creed, p.333 - **
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Re: Necron Technology [Discussion]

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Gauss Weapons

General
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- Gauss weapons disrupt matter at a sub-atomic level:
Spoiler
“At the most basic level, gauss guns can be described as asynchronous linear induction motors. When fired, they appear to produce a focused bipolar magnetic field and anything the weapon is targetted at, such as a human body, will be ‘pulled’ (at the sub-atomic level) towards the gun. The weapons appear to pulse with intense currents, which form the magnetic fields that strip the target’s constituent atoms towards the weapon.” Codex: Necrons (3.5e), p.54 - Adeptus Mechanicus, Ref: Xenos Weaponry

Spoiler
“It appears that the field generated by gauss weaponry is capable of breaking the bonds of the target material at the sub-atomic level and energising them with an opposing magnetic charge to that generated by the weapon itself.” Codex: Necrons (3.5e), p.55 - Adeptus Mechanicus, Ref: Xenos Weaponry

- Gauss fire targets specific components to disable small craft in mid-flight:
Spoiler
“Throughout it all, the evacuation continued. The Necrons had weaponry enough to spare for the skies above, and pilots were forced to bank and dive through a crossfire of gauss blasts to collect their human cargo. Many vessels were lost this way, slamming into the ground as their engines were shot from under them, or exploding in clouds of shrapnel amongst Damnos' sparse clouds.” Codex: Space Marines (5e), p.39 - Battles of the Ultramarines


I. Gauss Flayer
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- Warriors flay two Space Marines in mere moments:
Spoiler
“He sprang to his feet as the metallic warriors opened fire. Uriel watched with horror as Sergeant Venasus shuddered under an invisible impact, the fabric of his armour peeling away in flayed layers, his flesh following with horrifying rapidity. The sergeant dropped to his knees as his musculature was revealed then stripped away until nothing but his crouching skeleton remained.

Another Ultramarine died in agony as his body was stripped, layer by layer, by the skull-faced warriors’ weapons. Clawed hands grasped at Uriel, tearing at his armour, and he spun to face the metal skeleton he had just felled, the metal of its body re-knitting even as he watched.”
Nightbringer, p.198 & 199 - **

- Flayers have no kinetic discharge upon impact:
Spoiler
“The gauss flayer struck the Devastator at Ulantus’ shoulder and for a moment it seemed to have no effect. There was no pressure behind the strike and the Space Marine held his ground. But then the vox was suddenly filled with screams as the Marine’s armour fizzled and then dissolved away, exposing his raw skin and muscles, which were consumed atom by atom. After less than a second, even his bones were suddenly rendered into dust.” Dawn of War: Tempest, p.146 & 147 - **

- A Flayer dispatches a burly Ork with equal ease:
Spoiler
“A second later my worst suspicions were confirmed, as a vivid green beam, the colour of a festering wound, ripped through the air with the all too vividly remembered sound of tearing cloth, striking one of the orks full on. In less than a second he seemed to dissolve, skin, muscle, and skeleton whipping away to vapour, leaving only the echo of a howl of inhuman agony to mark his passing.” Caves of Ice, p.139 - **

- Combined Flayer fire turn even the mighty Terminator Armour into nothing:
Spoiler
“As one, the front rank of the corpse-machines raised their weapons and blinding, green light roared from their barrels. Marduk saw the thick Terminator armour of one warrior-brother flayed instantly to nothing beneath the searing light. Skin was torn away, exposing first muscle tissue then inner organs then nothing but bone, before even that was seared away.” Dark Apostle, p.96 - **

- Flayers ruin a squad of Rough Riders in a single volley:
Spoiler
“The ranks of Undying opened fire as one. The cavalry disappeared in a mess of flayed flesh and bone. Horses, stripped in half, screamed out their final breaths as organs spilled out onto the bloody ground. Men died before they hit the ground, insides scooped out, reduced to fluttering scraps of skin and uniform.” Hellforged, p.199 - **

- Can disintegrate men in an instant:
Spoiler
“A flash of green light, and his words were swallowed by an involuntary scream. The Guardsman had disintegrated, like the servitor in the mine tunnel had been disintegrated, layer by layer in a fraction of a second.” Dead Men Walking, p.173 - **


II. Gauss Blaster
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III. Gauss Cannon
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- A Destroyer makes a mess of a rider and his steed in a split second:
Spoiler
“Imnis shouted again, cursing the cowardice of the Undying and promising them dismal, forgotten deaths that would condemn them to nothingness. He heard nothing in return. Imnis galloped up to the tree line, spitting curses. A lance of emerald light leapt from the hillside and skinned him alive in a split second. His flesh was pared off him, layer by layer, leaving the front half of his body a wet red mess stripped down to the skeleton. He toppled from his saddle, and his horse, a good chunk of its flank stripped away too, galloped wild in pain.

A shape rose from the trees. It was an Undying warrior, but it was not like the skeletal creatures the Raevenians had witnessed before. Its lower half was a slab of metal thrumming as it kept the warrior aloft. The warrior had one arm, the other, a cannon glittering with emerald fire. It fired again, and this time the beam punched right through the horse of one of the cavalrymen. The horse fell, dead before it hit the ground, and pinned the rider’s leg under it.”
Hellforged, p.197 - **

- A Cannon obliterates a Marine within the space of a second:
Spoiler
“Heavier metal thuds brought the captain’s attention back to the breached doors before him. Diffuse clouds of scarabs were still flying out of the rupture, but Ulantus could see several sets of burning red eyes approaching in the darkness beyond. As he watched, momentarily transfixed, the skeletal form of a necron warrior strode out of the shadows and placed its first foot in the brightness of Ulantus’s corridor. Its soulless eyes burnt with hellfire as it fired its long-barrelled weapon from its hip.

The gauss flayer struck the Devastator at Ulantus’s shoulder and for a moment it seemed to have no effect. There was no pressure behind the strike and the Space Marine held his ground. But then the vox was suddenly filled with screams as the Marine’s armour fizzled and then dissolved away, exposing his raw skin and muscles, which were consumed atom by atom. After less than a second, even his bones were suddenly rendered into dust.

‘For the Great Father and the Emperor!’ yelled Ulantus, loosing a tirade of fire from his bolter and charging forward at the warrior with his chainsword spluttering thirstily.”
Dawn of War Omnibus, p.297 - **


IV. Heavy Gauss Cannon
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V. Gauss Pylon
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- Pylons brutally sustain Gauss fire over a city:
Spoiler
“In the aftermath, Tigurius eyed the distant Thanatos foothills. The forbidding arc of necron pylons and the long noses of gauss siege cannon blighted the horizon line. Sustained particle whips and focussed energy beams bombarded the city of Kellenport relentlessly.” Fall of Damnos, p.41 - **

- A single shot decimates an Imperial capital ship in orbit:
Spoiler
“When the launch tubes failed to vent, Caenen frowned. He wiped at his heavy breath where it had fogged the viewport, but he hadn’t missed it. The tubes were still full. He was about to start shouting and bawling again, ready to apply his boot to the fegger who’d screwed him, when a dense, ultra-concentrated beam speared from the surface.
‘What the shi–'

We are invulnerable.

The thought was a comfortable one and Captain Unser was enjoying this feeling of pre-eminence when the weapons failure rune on his command-slate spoiled it.

‘Mister Ikaran, report!’

The flag-lieutenant had his hand to his ear again, getting information from thecomms-officer. ‘A jam, lord. We’ll have to repack and acquire new firing–’

The massive energy spike raging across all of the pict-screens on the bridgearrested Ikaran’s recommendations.
‘Lord, our shields will be–’

‘Impossible,’ breathed Unser, sitting up so he might defy his imminent death more staunchly. ‘They don’t have… Up here… we’re invinc–’

A bright flare of emerald light filled the bridge, blinding the crew and scorching their flesh despite the plascrete shielding on the viewports. The Nobilis’s shields capitulated in seconds, one after the other, and the once mighty vessel’s armour was sheared away like parchment by the necron beam. It impaled the bridge and lancedthe heart of the ship. Plasma drives erupted in conflagration, sending roiling firestorms across all decks. Munitions and artillery cooked off in the blast, killing thousands. The main breach caused by the beam’s hungry trajectory resulted in several more sub-breaches – crewmen, equipment, entire bulkheads and sub-decks were vented into the void, flash-frozen.

In the gun-decks, Overseer Caenen didn’t even have enough time to curse before the torpedo wall was ripped away and the entire gunnery crew, all two thousand, three hundred and fifty souls, burned to death before being expelled into the cold night of space.”
Fall of Damnos, p.32 & 33 - **
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Necron Vessels

Batlefleet Gothic

Durability
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- Reactive metal provides energy shielding in addition to molecular regeneration:
Spoiler
“Necron ships are made of a unique sentient metal. It seems to absorb sunlight while retaining a dark metallic sheen. The hull is further protected by friction dampening fields so sophisticated that sensorary sweeps slide off making them virtually impossible to target accurately. Any attack powerful enough to damage the hull is reacted to with localised power fields to both deflect the attack and reinforce the Necron ships structural integrity. In addition Necron auto-repair facilities are superb, the hull can restructure itself at the molecular level to better survive an attack.” The Official Battlefleet Gothic Magazine (#2), p.14 - **

- Ship takes no damage from a nova cannon:
Spoiler
“The nova cannon on the prow of the Constant was wreathed in coils of superheated gas as it charged. The emerging xenos shipseemed aware of the threat, rotating rapidly with main engines flaring to push it out of the weapon’s path. Chunks of jettisonedsurface clattered off it as its bulk shifted sideways, but it was too large for quick or subtle manoeuvres.

The nova cannon fired. The Constant’ s engines fired to compensate for the immense recoil. The projectile was hurled from thebarrel, streaking towards the alien ship on a column of burning light.

The shot slammed into the upper hull of the crescent ship. The energy of the blast flashed so bright the craft was like a second sun, the nova cannon’s power discharging in every direction at once.

Every direction save into the craft. When the glare died down, the crescent ship was intact; its upper surface was scorched and studded with fires, but it didn’t look like it had suffered any serious damage.”
Hellforged, p. - **

- Easily maneuvers even while being hit by a nova cannon:
Spoiler
“The Constant went down fighting. Her full complement of menials and tech-guard went down with her, because they were needed to work the fusion chamber. The nova cannon fired until the end, the final blast barely aimed, in the hope that the projectile would nick a necron ship and send waves of fissile material pulsing through the enemy’s corridors and engine rooms.
The necron mother ship took advantage of the Constant’s sudden lack of mobility. It turned its main gun on the cruiser, even as it absorbed a nova cannon blast that stripped away one of the spurs reaching from its central spire.”
Hellforged, p.96 - **

- Hulls take no signifficant damage from a volley of multiple Imperial turrets:
Spoiler
“The necron fleet’s command routines switched from the harrying of a determined foe to the annihilation of an enemy collapsing under the psychological pressure of battle. Some of the Fleet Minor had fled, disobeying orders to buy themselves a few more hours or minutes of life. Guided munitions and a few broad gun barrages were all that were needed to turn the fleeing ships into sprays of steel dust.

Others defied the most basic tenets of logic to charge into the enemy, sometimes aiming to ram the necron ships in some vulnerable spot. They were even easier to deal with. A few point-blank turret volleys put paid to most of them. The few that got through impacted without causing any significant damage to the hulls of living metal in which the necron ships were clad.

The necron fleet closed in around the mother ship, as if the mother ship was the stem of a vast steel flower and the cruisers were its petals, to concentrate fire on the remnants of the Mechanicus fleet.”
Hellforged, p.96 - **

- Easily maneuvers even while being hit by a nova cannon:
Spoiler
“The Constant went down fighting. Her full complement of menials and tech-guard went down with her, because they were needed to work the fusion chamber. The nova cannon fired until the end, the final blast barely aimed, in the hope that the projectile would nick a necron ship and send waves of fissile material pulsing through the enemy’s corridors and engine rooms.
The necron mother ship took advantage of the Constant’s sudden lack of mobility. It turned its main gun on the cruiser, even as it absorbed a nova cannon blast that stripped away one of the spurs reaching from its central spire.”
Hellforged, p.96 - **

- A necron fleet absorbs multiple flares and other forces from a dying star:
Spoiler
“The necron fleet tore the heart out of a star.

It was an old star, fat and red, a lumbering giant that stood as a relic of a time before the clouds of the Veiled Region had gathered. The star darkened, and then collapsed, throwing off outer layers in ripples of radiation millions of miles across. Its remaining substance compacted and heated up, and, for a few final hours, it burned as bright as it had in its youth, spitting violent solar flares and atomic storms in its death throes. Then that energy, too, was sucked out into the void, and the star shrank into a smouldering clump of ashes, burning away the last vestiges of its power.”
Hellforged, p.57 - **

- Hulls repel extremes of both kinetic and thermal attacks:
Spoiler
“Torpedoes and lasfire pummelled against the surface of the necron vessel, but somehow it managed to escape serious damage. It appeared to perform no evasive manoeuvres, and yet the punishing tirade of fire just slipped off its armour, like light bouncing off a mirror. Its hull was immaculately black, to the point of virtual invisibility; it seemed to wrap space around it, reflecting vision back on itself or bending it around the vessel so that a clear conception of its shape and size was almost impossible. Just as sensors could not quite grasp the vessel’s dimensions, so weapons failed to find much purchase against its unusual, metallic skin.” Dawn of War: Tempest, p.138 - **

- Hull survives weapons designed for planetary bombardment almost entirely unscathed:
Spoiler
“Ulantus watched as the huge column of dark light pulsed out of the nose of the Harvester and drilled into the Litany. It was a weapon unlike any he had ever encountered.

‘Bring the planetary bombardment cannons to bear!’

‘Captain, we’re too close—’

‘This is not a request!’

A huge roar erupted from the turret-mounted linear accelerators as a salvo of heavy, magma-bomb warheads powered through the intervening space between the Litany of Fury and the Harvester. As they impacted against the deceptively spindly necron vessel, they detonated into massive infernos, coating the entire craft in roiling magma and blasting it several hundred metres back away from the Litany. A couple of seconds later, the backwash from the explosion crashed into the prow of the Litany itself, throwing superheated radioactivity across the thick shields and making the massive vessel pitch slightly. For ten seconds the viewscreens snowed into blackness.

‘Damage reports!’ snapped Ulantus, pushing one of the control deck serfs aside and studying the readouts that chattered up on his terminal. ‘Damage?’

Then the screens clicked back on line and Ulantus bit down on his teeth, clenching his jaw. The Harvester had moved even closer, and it appeared to have suffered only cosmetic damage.”
Dawn of War: Tempest, p.138 & 139 - **

Ship takes a beating, but manages to deflect nearly the entire volley of torpedoes and las fire:
Spoiler
“Warning daxons wailed and red lights pulsed all throughout the Litany of Fury. While the space battle raged outside, with the eldar cmisers and the Rage of Erudition attacking the Shrouds while the Shadowhunters and Cobra fighters spiralled in dogfights with the impossibly rapid flecks of darkness that were the Dirge and Jackal raiders, the cross-like Harvester ship had pulled into closer proximity with the Litany.

‘Concentrate all fire on the Scythe-class Harvester – torpedoes and weapons batteries,’ bellowed Ulantus from the bridge. He was ignoring the proximity warnings, assuming that there was some kind of malfunction in the distancing cogitators. The Harvester was still several thousand metres away, and he could see no danger of collision or boarding from that range. Besides, given the huge mass superiority of the Litany, a collision could only possibly be to their own advantage. The main disadvantage of the closing range was that they were now too close to employ the bombardment cannons without risking damaging theLitany with explosive concussion.

Torpedoes and lasfire pummelled against the surface of the necron vessel, but somehow it managed to escape serious damage. It appeared to perform no evasive manoeuvres, and yet the punishing tirade of fire just slipped off its armour, like light bouncing off a mirror. Its hull was immaculately black, to the point of virtual invisibility; it seemed to wrap space around it, reflecting vision back on itself or bending it around the vessel so that a clear conception of its shape and size was almost impossible. Just as sensors could not quite grasp the vessel’s dimensions, so weapons failed to find much purchase against its unusual, metallic skin.”
Dawn of War Omnibus, p.290 - **


Energy Deflection
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- Effortlessly deflects a dead star's remaining energy and radiation:
Spoiler
“The last echoes of the star’s power rippled out as the fleet arrived at its destination. The cold radioactive dust was thrown aside as the necron necropolis ship tore through it, power crackling off its talons. The rest of the fleet shifted into place beside it, the star’s stolen power arcing between them and the necropolis ship. Time and space seemed to complain at the violation that had brought the necrons there, shimmering ripples washing out at the speed of light, echoing off the barren worlds around the dead star.” Hellforged, p.57 - **

- A Tomb Ship absorbs the power of a gargantuan flare (may also go to energy storage capacity and even as an offensive weapon as the energy is released):
Spoiler
“The star was being destroyed. It was a dwarf star of some one and a half million kilometres diameter and had burned for over six billion years. Had it not been for the immense, crescent-moon shaped starship orbiting the system’s fourth planet and draining its massive energies, it would have probably continued to do so for perhaps another sixteen billion years.

The star generated energy at a colossal rate by burning hydrogen to helium in nuclear fusion reactions deep in its heart before radiating that energy into space. These reactions produced intense electro-magnetic fields in the star’s core that rippled to the surface in seething magnetic waves.

A clutch of these surging fields erupted as a toroidal loop of magnetic flux some 200,000 kilometres in diameter, producing a dark, swelling sunspot within the star’s photosphere.

This active region of magnetic flux expanded rapidly, suddenly exploding upwards from the star’s surface in a gigantic flare, covering a billion square kilometres and becoming a bright curling spear of light in the star’s corona. These powerful waves of electromagnetic energy and sprays of plasma formed into a rippling nimbus of coruscating light that spiralled a snaking route towards a rune-encrusted pyramid at the centre of the vast starship. Eldritch sigils carved into the ship’s side blazed with the received energies and the hull pulsed as though the ship itself was swelling with barely contained power.

Every flaring beam of light ripped from the star that washed its power over the ship shortened the star’s lifespan by a hundred thousand years, but the occupants of the starship cared not that its death would cause the extinction of every living thing in that system. Galaxies had lived and died by their masters’ command, whole stellar realms had been extinguished for their pleasure and entire races brought into existence as their playthings. What mattered the fate of one insignificant star system to beings of such power?

Like some obscene mechanised leech, the ship continued to suck the vital forces from the star as it orbited the planet. An array of smaller pyramids and obelisks on the ship’s base rippled as though in a heat haze, flickering in and out of perception as the massive ship shuddered with the colossal energies it was stripping from the star.

Abruptly the snaking beam of liquid light from the star faded and vanished from sight, the silver ship having had its fill for the moment. Ponderously it began to rotate and dropped slowly through the planet’s atmosphere. Fiery coronas flared from the leading edges of the crescent wings as it descended towards a vast, iron-oxide desert in the northern hemisphere. The surface of the planet sped by below: rugged mountains, grinding tectonic plates and ash-spewing volcanoes. The ship began slowing as it neared its destination, a sandy dust bowl with a tiny spot of absolute darkness at its centre.

The ship’s speed continued to drop as the shape resolved itself into a glassy black pyramid, its peak capped in gold. Its shimmering obsidian walls, smoky and reflective, were impervious to the howling winds that scoured the planet bare. Small, scuttling creatures that glittered in the burning sun crawled across its surface with a chittering mechanical gait. Runes identical to those on the orbiting starship hummed as powerful receptors activated.

The ship manoeuvred itself gracefully into position above the pyramid as the gold cap began to open like the petals of a flower. The humming rose to an ear-splitting shriek as the smaller pyramids and obelisks on the ship’s underside exploded with energy, and a rippling column of pure electromagnetic force shot straight down the black pyramid’s hungry maw.

Incandescent white light blazed from the pyramid, instantly incinerating the mechanical creatures that crawled across its surface. The desert it stood upon flared gold, streaks of power radiating outwards from the pyramid’s base in snaking lines and vitrifying the sand in complex geometric patterns. The enormous vessel held its position until the last of its stolen energy had been transferred. Once the gold cap of the pyramid had sealed itself shut, the ship made the long trip back into orbit to repeat the process, its intention to continue ripping energy from the star until it was nothing more than a cooling ball of inert gasses.

The vessel settled into position before the star, the arcane device mounted upon its hull powering up once more.”
Nightbringer, p.1 & 2 - **

- A single ship dissipates tremendous kinetic energy yields from multiple attackers:
Spoiler
“The Farsight banked steeply away from the enemy, all her port weapons batteries
blazing. Squadron Omni turned in her wake, also pouring fire as the remaining battleline crossed the enemy prow.

Such well versed tactics proved ineffective. Stauffen could see no evidence of damage to the enemy mothership.

Two more enemy vessels appeared, each a flat crescent shaped disk, glowing with a strange light against the blackness of space. They where closing so fast he hardly had time to react.

Again the Destroyers fire seemed ineffective, the energy just seemed to dissipate upon impact.”
Battlefleet Gothic Rulebook, p.76 - **

Eldar and Imperial forces manage to do no more than immobilize Necron ships:
Spoiler
“‘Casualties?’ - barked Ulantus as the warning sirens continued to sound. Fires had ignited under a number of terminals and monitors on the control deck, and several of the viewscreens were either cracked or malfunctioning.

‘Fourteen battle-brothers in the prow section, captain. They fell before we could seal off the quadrant. The blast doors into the next hull segment are holding, but will not hold forever. The boarding action has stalled, it has not be repelled.’

‘And out there?’ The captain turned his head to indicate the main frontal viewscreen on which the space battle was raging.

‘Eleven Cobra fighters.’

‘And the eldar?’

‘Unknown, captain. The two cruisers are sustaining heavy damage, and a number of their Shadowhunter escorts have been
destroyed. We have unconfirmed reports that one of the cruisers may have been boarded.’

‘And what about the necron, officer? Are we taking them with us?’

‘Many of the smaller raiders have been immobilised, captain.’

‘That’s it?’

‘Many immobilised.’

‘That’s it?’

‘Yes, captain.’

‘I see. And where is the Ravenous Spirit?’

‘On route.’

‘Distance?’

‘She is just clearing Lorn III, captain. Arrival is imminent.’

Ulantus sighed and looked around the bridge of the venerable battle-barge. He had never thought that any enemy could reduce the pride of Vidya to a smoking wreck, especially not on his watch. Part of him rebelled against the responsibility, and Gabriel’s face swam into his mind. If anyone was to blame, it was the erratic and unreliable Commander of the Watch. He had told Angelos not to go. He had attempted to force him to stay. But the famously cavalier captain had pulled rank and insisted that he should be permitted to take his strike cruiser on another of his secret eldar trysts. One day he would make Gabriel answer for his actions. If the Litany of Fury were to fall, he would make sure that the Chapter Masters knew that it was Gabriel who had abandoned it in its moment of greatest peril.

‘There is nothing more I can do here,’ he murmured, half to himself. ‘You, Sergeant Abraim.’ The Marine standing sentinel by the blast doors nodded his acknowledgement. ‘The bridge is yours. I am needed in the prow.’ Nobody will be able to accuse me of shirking my duty in the face of the enemy, he vowed to himself. ‘Maintain fire against the Harvester. If that blows, then this is over.’

With that, Ulantus strode purposefully off the control deck of the Litany of Fury and rushed off towards the embattled prow.”
Dawn of War Omnibus, p.293 - **


Energy Manipulation
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- A Necron fleet kills an entire system by absorbing the energy of its star:
Spoiler
“Saulh pointed at the main viewscreen on the control deck of the Litany of Fury and said nothing.
Words were redundant.

‘By the Throne, sergeant,’ muttered Captain Ulantus. ‘What in Vidya’s name is happening to
that star?’

A constellation of sunspots was clustered near the star’s equator. They were black against the
radioactive radiance of the sun, but they appeared to shift and shimmer, as though possessing their
own power. Massive fiery storms were raging around the perimeter of the star, spilling fountains of
thermal radiation and superheated hydrogen through the orbits of the inner planets of the Lorn
system. Lorn I was already beginning to die, as its atmosphere started to bleed away under the
onslaught, leaving the rocky surface of the planet exposed to the rain of fire and radiation. Its colour
was gradually shifting towards an inferno of orange, even as the star began to swell and its colour
darkened towards red.

‘It’s dying, captain.’

‘I can see that, Saulh. But how, why?’

‘We can’t tell. All the probes indicate that it is well within the average lifespan for a star of this
size and constituency. Something appears to be draining it of energy, literally bleeding it dry.’

‘What about the aliens?’ Ulantus’ mind leapt immediately to suspicion.

‘The eldar? Their vessels have not moved, captain. And we can detect no connections between
them and the star.’

‘Where is the energy drain focussed?’

‘On the far side of the sun, captain. We should be able to see it shortly, when the orbit of Lorn V
swings us around the next sector of the ellipse.”
Dawn of War: Tempest, p.126 - **

- A fleet syphons the energy of a star to regenerate the ships:
Spoiler
“The star was bleeding. As the Litany of Fury powered around a tight solar-orbit, it rapidly brought the far side of the sun into view. Tendrils of gleaming matter were questing out from its gyring form, and the rotation of the massive sun was slowing visibly. Huge sunspots speckled its fiery surface, but each appeared to be riddled with tiny stars, as though they were actually holes through the substance of the sun itself, revealing the space beyond. Infernos of solar storms erupted from the star’s surface, throwing radiation and fire out into the Lorn system, bathing the floating wreckage and debris with heat and reactive energy. The snaking tendrils of starlight whipped and lashed into the vacuum, filling it with streaks of silvering light. After a while, the questing tendrils seemed to latch on to flecks of debris, cracking into them and filling them with iridescence. Even as Ulantus watched the main viewscreen on the control deck of the Litany of Fury, he saw the apparent debris flare and catch, reforming into recognisable shapes, as though flicking back into life. After a few more moments, he could see the distant specks flash with power as their engines came back online. The immobilised necron vessels seemed to be drawing power directly from the sun, bleeding it dry so that they might live again.

With the viewscreen magnifying the distant image, Ulantus checked the images against the vessel-categorisation charts just to be certain, and he could see that perhaps ten or fifteen of the smaller, Dirge-class raiders were already back in motion. A couple of slightly larger Jackals had come online, and all the raiders were spiralling around a group of crescent-shaped Shroud-class cruisers, which remained dark and lifeless, despite the arcs of lightning that poured energy into the pyramidal structures that encrusted their surfaces.”
Dawn of War: Tempest, p.131 - **

Spoiler
“The Avenging Sword flashed around the sun with the Eternal Star in close formation behind it. The message from the mon-keigh vessel had been garbled and incoherent, but Macha didn’t need to understand the ramblings of primitive mammals to know that the yngir were regenerating on the far side of the local star. Uldreth, the exarch of the Dire Avengers, had needed little more than a hint of shifting chemical and thermal patterns in the sun to recognise the danger. As the eldar cruisers swept around to the other side of the star, the exarch and farseer saw exactly what they had feared. The energy of the sun was bleeding out into space. It was being conducted through the crystalline prisms on the decks of the dormant yngir vessels and then focussed into their energy circuits. The effect was not dissimilar from that seen on terrestrial battlefields when the yngir deployed the so-called ‘resurrection orbs,’ which were basically micro-scaled star-fusion devices. The only difference here was scale.” Dawn of War: Tempest, p.134 - **

Note that Resurrection Orbs are described as hand-held, star-fusion devices.


Firepower
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A Harvester's Arc easily dispatches a mighty Eldar Wraithship:
Spoiler
“Twisting again, her eyes wild with passion, Macha sent her Wraithship spinning into a wide sweep, trying to flank one of the remaining Shrouds that was engaging Uldreth’s Avenging Sword.

‘Uldreth Avenger! Have you been boarded?’

‘Farseer – yes. A small boarding party made it through a portal before we could disrupt its phase variance. My Aspect Warriors have engaged the enemy and the compartment has been sealed,’ she replied.

‘Farseer,’ continued Uldreth. ‘You must engage the Harvester. The mon-keigh will not be able to defeat it on their own. Once the Harvester falls, this battle is won. Without it, the Yngir lose their leadership.’

Macha nodded in silent assent. She knew that the Avenger was right; she had never doubted his military good sense. The Scythe-class Harvester was indeed the key to this battle. The ancient eldar had named it after the scythe of Kaelis Ra, the bringer of death, because although its appearance was fearsome, its removal constituted the hobbling of a Yngir attack.

Clicking her viewscreen, Macha saw a second Blood Ravens strike cruiser blazing around the sun, its prow cannons already firing on the Harvester that continued to pummel the Litany of Fury.

‘Gabriel?’ - she called, but there was no answer. She scanned through the mon-keigh frequencies. ‘Gabriel? Is that you?’

A whistle of static echoed incongruously around her mediation chamber. Then an ugly human voice. ‘This is Sergeant Kohath of the Blood Ravens strike cruiser Ravenous Spirit. How may we be of assistance?’

Then a second voice. ‘Sergeant Kohath. Glad you could make it.’

‘Abraim? Where is Captain Ulantus?’

‘We have been boarded, Kohath. The captain is leading the counter-strike.’

‘I understand. Where do you need us?’ The captain ordered that all weapons be focussed on the Harvester, sergeant.’

‘As you wish.’



Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she banked the Eternal Star and threw it into the approach towards the Harvester vessel. At exactly that moment, a barrage of living energy tendrils latched on to the bottom of her hull and ripped the Wraithship apart.

On the main viewscreens of the Ravenous Spirit, Sergeant Kohath saw the beautiful and familiar Wraithship explode. He watched the rain of light that it left in space scatter and fade until there was not even the memory of it left. He had no love for the alien farseer that he had learnt to associate with that vessel, but this was not the time to welcome the destruction of allies, however temporary and untrustworthy they might be. Besides, Captain Angelos had trusted her, and his judgement had always been good enough for Kohath.”
Dawn of War Omnibus, p.294 & 295 - **

- Some weapons have been shown ignoring energy shields entirely:
Spoiler
“Necron weapon systems all utilize energy projection. The effect is similar in appearance to arc lighting but is far more dangerous. It has been postulated that the energy is extra-dimensional in origin. Regardless of its source, it is projected very accurately using a ranging particle beam at longer distances. In some cases the discharges have been seen to pass through a ship’s shields leaving them undamaged. Necron ships complement these weapons with a variety of horrific close range systems. Most common of these is the use of swarms of small ‘scarab’ robots to infest the hulls of target vessels before emitting a signal that disrupts mechanical communication and control functions within the sectors infested.” Codex: Necrons (3.5e), p.57 - **

- Scythe ship destroys a squardon with a weapon that charges them from within:
Spoiler
“It looked like a great flat disk, crescent shaped, with a long thin tail. Aries squadron desperately maneuvered to avoid the leviathan as it rounded the planet rim, but too late. From the enemy ship came a great arc of lightning, illuminating the void with crackling fingers of writhing energy which engulfed the entire squadron. Each frigate seemed held in the energies grasp, unable to move as the lightning crackled about their hulls.

After a few seconds all three escorts exploded in a blinding flash. They were torn apart from within sending chunks of hull, prow and engines spinning Into the void.

In his long years of service Stauffen had never seen anything like it. An entire squadron gone in an instant.”
The Official Battlefleet Gothic Magazine (#2), p.8 - **

- Ship easily dispatched a Mechanicum escort craft:
Spoiler
“The crescent ship fired, twin lances of green light playing across space.

‘What is it firing at?’ demanded Voar. ‘Navigation, get me reverse targeting solutions and put us on evasive!’ Alerts flared, projected onto the telescope’s lens. The discharge of power was enormous. The Imperial Navy didn’t have energy weapons that could compare to those opening up on the xenos craft…

The xenos craft fired again. Asclepian Gamma disappeared in a flash of violent green light.

Over the open vox-channel, Voar heard Magos Khrul dying, and there was just enough time for the magos to scream before the sound was wiped out in a howling gale of static.”
Hellforged, p. - **

- Main weapon rips a path through an imperial vessel from one end to another:
Spoiler
“The mother ship rotated majestically until its gun was in line, and then it fired, a lance of green-white power splitting the Constant through her prow and tearing all the way through her stern. For a moment, the Mechanicus cruiser was impaled. Then the force of the mother ship’s gun shredded what remained of her interior structure, and boiled away the hull into burning wisps of metallic gas.” Hellforged, p.96 - **

- A Gauss Pulse damages an entire fleet of Imperial ships:
Spoiler
“The Fleet Minor threw itself as one into the mother ship’s path. The necron cruisers rallied around the mother ship and blew the few remaining transport and sensorium craft apart. The mother ship itself sent out a spherical pulse of green flame that tossed the smaller craft around like ships on a storm, ripping guns and instruments from hulls, and splintering the hails of torpedoes the Fleet Minor was firing at it in desperation.” Hellforged, p.96 - **

- A Jackal easily dispatches other warships:
Spoiler
“‘Has the task force arrived?’ Rorkins asked eagerly, and Visiter shook his head.

‘No sign of ‘em yet, but we’re scannin’ on all frequencies. We’ll let you know as soon as they drop out of warp.’ His image
flickered for a moment, then steadied again. ‘Which is how we spotted this. There’s a ship hidin’ in the debris belt. We only spotted ‘em because they began powerin’ up a few minutes ago.’ The picture in the hololith flickered, then changed, to a shape I recognised all too well despite the passage of more than seventy years; if it wasn’t the vessel which had obliterated the Omnissiah’s Blessing in orbit around Interitus Prime with a single energy burst, stranding me on the desolate tomb world surrounded by necrons, it was certainly another of the same class. Visiter’s voice continued behind the picture. ‘Class unknown1, but it’s only the size of an escort. We can take it easily enough.’

‘Absolutely not!’ I said in horror, picturing the result of such an attempt all too easily. The fragile SDF boats would be reduced to their component atoms in a single volley. ‘Don’t even think about engaging it.’

‘Looks like we won’t get the chance anyway,’ Visiter said, with a trace of regret. ‘The heretics have spotted it. A couple of their destroyers are moving to intercept.’ He kept the pict feed running, the starfield behind the necron vessel moving slightly as the long-range imagifiers panned a little to keep it in view. A moment later it lashed out with the tendrils of flickering energy I remembered so vividly. ‘Target destroyed,’ Visiter said, his voice flat with shock. A moment later the raider fired again, and dispatched the other warship with equal ease.”
Cain’s Last Stand, p.101 - **

Ship weapon appears to draw power from a nearby star:
Spoiler
“‘Any word from the Ravenous Spirit?’ snapped Ulantus, cursing the absent Commander of the Watch yet again.

‘Where in Vidya’s name are you, Gabriel?’

‘They are closing on the fringes of the Lorn system, captain. Sergeant Kohath is in command. Captain Angelos is not with them. Estimated arrival: fifteen minutes.’

‘Kohath is coming without the commander?’

‘Yes, captain.’

Ulantus paused for thought. If Gabriel was not aboard his strike cruiser, then where the hell was he? An electric crack blew the question out of his mind as the control deck rocked violently.

‘Throne! What was that?’

‘Some kind of particle whip, captain, amplified to incredible power. The necrons appear to be drawing their fire-power directly from the sun.’

Another blast punched into the prow of the Litany, this time with a thunderous explosion that sent reverberations rippling
throughout the massive vessel’s infrastructure. Ulantus watched as the huge column of dark light pulsed out of the nose of the Harvester and drilled into the Litany. It was a weapon unlike any he had ever encountered.”
Dawn of War Omnibus, p.291 - **


Space Travel
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- Innertialess drives fold space-time at incredible speeds:
Spoiler
“The star’s power fuelled the fleet’s alien technologies. The ships hurtled at impossible interstellar speeds, space-time folding through fields of exotic energy, showers of particles that physics determined could not exist streaking across the Veiled Region.” Hellforged, p.57 - **

- Webway travel via Dolmen Gates is questionably faster than regular space travel:
Spoiler
“In the closing years of the War in Heaven, the tides began to shift when the Necrons finally gained access to the webway. The C'tan known as Nyadra'zatha, the Burning One, had long desired to carry his eldritch fires into that space beyond space, and showed the Necrons how to breach its boundaries. Through a series of living stone portals known as the Dolmen Gates, the Necrons were finally able to turn the Old Ones' greatest weapon against them, vastly accelerating the end of the War in Heaven.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening / Dolmen Gates

Spoiler
“Yet the webway is immesurably vast and even these sundered skeins allow the Necrons a mode of travel that far outpaces those of the younger races. It is well that this is so. As a race bereft of psykers, the Necrons are incapable of Warp travel, and without access to the webway, they would be forced to rely once more on slow-voyaging stasis-ships, dooming them to isolation.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening / Dolmen Gates


Other Effects
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- Some ships are equipped with a device that induces terror in a radius:
Spoiler
“The Tombships in Necron fleets include a special vault called a Sepulchre. What exactly it is that rests inside is this thrice damned place is not known, other that it exudes an aura of sheer visceral horror that radiates across enormous distances even in the vast emptiness of space.” The Official Battlefleet Gothic Magazine (#2), p.8 - **

- A Jackal displays some sensor-jamming capabilities (an Imperial officer also makes assumptions regarding Necron teleportation):
Spoiler
“‘Now it’s movin’ towards the rest of the enemy flotilla. I don’t know how it expects
to take on the cruiser, though.’

‘It won’t have to,’ I said. The necrons I’d seen teleport away must have gone somewhere, and that vessel was the obvious
destination. And if it had a functioning warp portal, then everyone aboard theUnd e fea ta ble was as good as dead. ‘They’ll teleport boarders across.’

‘They’ll do what?’ Visiter just had time to say, before his image vanished from the hololith, fragmenting in a shower of static. A moment later the display reset itself, reverting to the tactical summary we’d been looking at before the commodore contacted us, the icons of the enemy an ominous increment closer to our position.

‘What happened?’ Julien asked. ‘Are they still there?’

‘The transmission was disrupted,’ Felicia told us, after listening to her internal vox for a moment. ‘By a massive burst of warp energy.’ She smiled thinly in my direction. ‘Not our fault, this time.’

‘Those ships have a warp portal aboard,’ I said. ‘The necrons must have activated it.’”
Cain’s Last Stand, p.101 - **

Spoiler
“Felicia,’ I said, as tactfully as I could, ‘push the frakking button!’

‘I did,’ she said bleakly. ‘Several times. The signal’s being jammed. We can’t detonate.’

We orbited aimlessly for another few minutes, unable to intervene, but reluctant to depart; then, as I’d half expected, the entire necron army wavered like lifting mist, and vanished completely, the ravaged landscape below where Varan’s invasion force had been obliterated the only trace of their passing.

‘What happened?’ Sprie asked, looking up from his console for a moment, an expression of stunned surprise on his face.

‘They got what they came for,’ I said.”
Cain’s Last Stand, p.106 - **

Necron Shroud shrapnel damages another Shroud vessel:
Spoiler
“The Wraithship trembled and convulsed under the relentless assault, and Macha flinched in physical pain with each of the critical strikes against her Eternal Star. Although she was hidden away in her meditation chamber, she could feel each crack of a Shroud cruiser’s lightning arc, and each attempt of a Jackal’s portal projectors to open up a space for a boarding movement. She could even feel the tread of each footstep as her crew ran through the maze of wraithbone corridors.

She ducked and twisted violently, throwing the Star into a spin and plunging it down under the anticipated lash of a lightning arc.

Pulling the nose up, Macha gasped suddenly and squinted her eyes in intense concentration, pouring her will and her fury into the massive discharge from the prow-mounted pulsar lance exactly as she loosed the keel-launched torpedoes. The barrage punched and punched again into the already weakened armour of the Shroud, finally rupturing its hull and sending it spinning out of control. Its momentum carried it crashing into its sister ship, which had been deployed in a tight formation on its wing.

Screaming with lust for the kill, Macha loosed another volley of torpedoes, which plunged through the holes in the armour of the first Shroud and detonated inside. The vessel convulsed and then exploded from within, shredding its sister ship in the spray of superheated, metallic debris. Whatever the necron made their spacecraft from, it seemed that it was also the best material to use to attack their vessels.”
Dawn of War Omnibus, p.294 - **


Miscellaneous
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- An imperial officer recognizes they cannot win a battle with a Necron fleet without more support:
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“‘Concentrate the prow cannons on the Harvester, Loren,’ he said, standing firmly in the middle of the bridge in his usual position of authority and confidence. ‘How many Thunderhawks do we have operational?’

‘Four, sergeant,’ answered Loren instantly.

‘Let’s get those out there to run guard duty before we get boarded by these sly undead aliens. Inform the port and starboard batteries to be alert. That Harvester is spilling Jackals all over the place.’

‘Yes, sergeant,’ snapped Loren crisply.

‘And, Loren?’

‘Yes?’

‘See about putting me in touch with the Rage of Erudition. Let’s see what Saulh has been up to in our absence.’

Kohath could see the Rage performing a slow axial roll off to the port-side of the Harvester. It was bleeding energy out of its prow-mounted weapons and it appeared that its engines had failed. Port and starboard batteries were firing intermittently, but largely to repel the persistent attentions of the smaller raiding craft that flitted around the cruiser like scavengers around a dying animal.

Several Jackals were circling tightly around the powerless but venerable vessel, and Kohath knew enough about the tactics and abilities of the necron to be aware that this probably meant that the Rage had been boarded. The Jackals packed portal projection arrays that acted as unusually precise teleporters. Dozens of necron warriors would already be aboard.

‘Loren. Any word from Saulh?’

‘Nothing, sergeant.’

Kohath exhaled through his nose and clenched his jaw. He hated space battles. He hated not having solid ground beneath his feet.

He hated not being able to see, hear and feel the crunching death of his enemies. But most of all he hated the impotence that came with distance: although he could see what was happening to the Rage of Erudition, there was almost nothing that he could do about it. His own rage, his righteous anger and his will to impose vengeance on all those aberrations to the Emperor’s sight, these things had to be held in check. He could not storm over to the Rage of Erudition and throttle the damned necron with his bare hands, much as he would have liked to.

Instead, he had to stand on the bridge of his own strike cruiser and let its frontal cannons pound away ineffectively at an alien vessel that was steadily taking the Third Company’s battle-barge apart. Meanwhile, Captain Ulantus was the only one in the front line, actually taking the fight to the necron warriors themselves, fighting them hand to hand in the bowels of the Litany of Fury herself.

Further away from the sun, just beyond the point where Macha’s Wraithship had been ripped apart, Kohath could see the valiant struggle of an eldar Dragon cruiser as it twisted and spun around the multiple assaults of two Shroud cruisers. Its weapons were ablaze with fire, and sheets of rockets spilled continuously out of all of its launchers. It appeared as the very incarnation of fury and vengeance, but Kohath could see that it would be no match for the two Shrouds in the end. Not even the eldar could maintain such ferocity forever, and the soulless necron could absorb the punishment until the eldar crew exhausted itself.

Surveying the theatre of battle into which he had just thrust the Ravenous Spirit, Kohath realised that this was not a battle that the Blood Ravens could win. They simply did not have the weaponry or the numbers to overcome the necron menace.”
Dawn of War Omnibus, p.296 - **
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General

- Contingencies are in place to prevent theft of techs:
Spoiler
“The sciences by which such feats are achieved remain a mystery to outsiders, for the Necrons do not share their secrets with lesser races and have set contingencies to prevent their supreme technologies from falling into the wrong hands.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.5 - The Necrons


Biotransference

- Biotransference may be reversed:
Spoiler
“For others, it might be the recovery of cultural treasures, the stockpiling of raw materials for campaigns yet to come, or even the search for an organic species whose bodies might be suitable vessels for Necron minds, thus finally ending the curse of biotransference. Indeed, this last matter - the apotheosis from machine to living being - is the key motivating factor for many Necron nobles, for its possibility weighed heavily on the Silent King's mind at the moment of his final command.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.5 - The Great Awakening / A Return To Power


Phase Technology

Individual Units
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- Warriors phase even after being completely obliterated by Meltagun fire:
Spoiler
“'Jurgen.' I called, and my aide stepped forward levelling the melta. The storm troopers slipped easily out of his way, keeping up a barrage of hellgun fire to cover him while he aimed, and shielding their eyes as he squeezed the trigger. The flare of actinic energy stabbed my retina, even through my closed eyelids, and the roar of ice flashing instantly into steam echoed all around us. The air against my face was suddenly warm and wet, as though I'd been teleported into a rain-forest somewhere. As I blinked my vision clear I could see nothing but puddles of molten metal surrounded by grotesque lumps of statuary, some of which still twitched, freezing almost at once into the rapidly-reforming ice. Then, in an instant, they faded away as though they'd never been, leaving behind nothing but drifting vapour and some oddly-shaped indentations in the tunnel floor.” Caves of Ice, p.218 - **

- Phase technology on the infamous, ghost-like Wraiths:
Spoiler
“Ghosts drifted through the walls of the labyrinth…

They were broader and far quicker than a necron warrior, and, most disturbingly of all, they were only half-there, transparent and shimmering as they flickered in and out of reality.”
Hellforged, p.349 - **

Spoiler
“‘We’re under attack from some necron machines that phase in and out. Bullets pass right through the damn things. Advise!.’” Hellforged, p.363 - **

- Wraith are able to phase-shift instantly, and single limbs individualy:
Spoiler
“The labyrinth was twisting again, warping space to throw more of the ghost-like necrons in greater number into the soul drinker’s position.

Sarpedon slammed the Axe of Mercaeno (his force weapon) into the chest of one of the machines, and the power feild split deep into its torso. The machine shifted out of phase with reality again, turning transparent, and the axe slipped through the apparition harmlessly. One of it’s limbs solidified , and stabbed a bundle of knives and injectors at Sarpedon. He was a fraction of a second quicker than the machine anticipated, and grabbed the limb with his free hand, He drew his arm back and hurled the necron at the wall, but, just in time, it shifted again and passed right through it.”
Hellforged, p.364 - **

- Wraith operate normaly even while in altered dimensions:
Spoiler
“They functioned naturally in the abnormal dimensions, too, shifting in and out of the folds in space, warping from one place to another. This was their home ground. The Soul Drinkers were the intruders, and the necrons had them trapped in their labyrinth.” Hellforged, p.365 - **

- Living Metal can be crafted to reside in its own dimension:
Spoiler
C'Tan Phase Sword: Made from a fragment of the Living Metal that encases the god-like alien C'tan, the phase sword exists neither in the real universe, not wholly in the Warp, but in a dimension of its own. This allows it to pass through the strongest barrier, bypassing armour and even forcefields.” Inquisitor: The Thorians, p.31 - Thorians in the Game: Asaid Virenus


Spacecraft
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- Necron ships may disapear at will:
Spoiler
“Necron ships have demonstrated an ability to disengage effortlessly from combat by seemingly phasing out, and this has made it impossible to turn pyrrhic victories into substantial ones. To date no Necron ships have been captured in battle, due in no small part to this ability. While they are able to escape from unfavorable encounters it is unlikely we will devise counters to their technological advantages.” Codex: Necrons 3.5e, p.57 - **


Structural
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- Necrons are able to expand chambers beyond their natural limits:
Spoiler
“Each Necron tomb world is constructed according to a sophisticated template devised by the Necrontyr at the height of their civilisation. Utilising physics and geometry never again discovered since their fall, the Necrons created immense storage facilities to house their race for the millions of years they would slumber. Using interdimensional technologies unseen outside the Necrontyr realm, they built vast chambers that could house thousands upon thousands of Necrons in seemingly impossible space. Deep beneath the pyramidal structures, they stored horrifically powerful weaponry, and erected great temporal stabilizers to shield these warriors and weapons from the ravages of time.” Apocalypse, p.162 - **

Spoiler
“‘Emperor protect us,’ Grifen breathed. We had come through a doorway high enough to admit a titan, hugging thewalls of that vast chamber whose roof rose up beyond sight, and stopped short, our breath stilled by the prospect whichawaited us. For those walls were composed of niches, each the height and width of a man, and in each stood a necronwarrior, the sickly light gleaming from its metal surface. As we moved the shadows seemed to ripple across thoseblank, inhuman features, imparting expressions of utter malevolence.

For a moment we stood, transfixed by horror, until I realised with a surge of relief that this apparent motion was anillusion, and that each warrior stood utterly immobile.

They’re in stasis,’ I breathed, as though saying the words aloud might alone be enough to wake them.

Then they’re harmless?’ Magot asked, clearly not expecting the answer she wanted to hear.

’No,’ I confirmed. ‘Just dormant. If they were to wake…’ I swept my eyes up and along that dizzying vista, seeingnothing but metal bodies receding to infinity, and gave up trying to calculate how many there were. Hundreds of thousands, at the very least, in this one chamber alone. I tried to envisage the havoc which such an army would wreak if it were ever unleashed upon the galaxy, and cringed inwardly at the scale of the carnage that would ensue.”
Caves of Ice, p.150 - **

Spoiler
“What she saw made Brielle gasp. The passageway in which her party waited opened out into some manner of chamber so vast that Brielle was struck by a nigh-crushing sense of insignificance as she tried in vain to comprehend its benighted dimensions. Brielle imagined herself an insect crawling across the worn flagstones of the mightiest of cathedrals, the vaults above lost in darkness. A cold shiver ran through her body as she realised the notion was not entirely her own imagining. So vast was the space that its surface appeared to rise and fall with the curvature of the planet on which it stood. Brielle dismissed the notion; a structure so large would have been detectable from orbit, and the tomb had not measured so vast on their approach. Nonetheless, the geometry of the place played all manner of tricks upon Brielle’s senses. Just as she had been unable to gauge the true size of the structure from outside, she now found herself unable to estimate its internal dimensions, and the sensation was deeply unsettling.” / fear the Alien, p.336 - **

- Can create pocket worlds:
Spoiler
“Using their mastery of space-time manipulation the necrons are able to create worlds within worlds.” Apocalypse, p.165 - **

- Make use of other dimensions:
Spoiler
“Though the warp is anathema to the metallic legions of the necontyr and their undying masters, there are many other dimensions they can use which other races are wholly ignorant of.” Apocalypse, p.165 - **

- Necrons can network structures across dimensions:
Spoiler
“Utilising the necrons unmatched mastery of space-time manipulationm and inter-dimensional physics (laws of the universe that mankind is still wholly ignorant of), the gauss pylon can be carefully positioned within the four dimensional universe and become interconnected, much like the monolith phalanx.” Imperial Armour Apocalypse, p.89 - **


Repair Technology

Structural Units
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- Pylon surfaces have many properties that render studies obsolete:
Spoiler
“It proved impossible to identify the materials from which it is instructed as each attemt has yielded different results. Our augurs were hopelessly distorted and no tools available to us could mark, let alone penetrate, the substance from which it was constructed.” Codex: Necrons (3.5e), P.12 - **


Individual Units
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- General regeneration:
Spoiler
“They are not creatures of flesh and blood, these Necrons, but android warriors whose immortal forms are forged from living metal. As such, they are almost impervious to destruction, and their bodies are swift to heal even the gravest of wounds. Given time, severed limbs reattach, armour plating reknits and shattered mechanical organs are rebuilt. The only way, then, to assure a Necron's destruction is to overwhelm its ability to self-repair, to inflict such massive damagethat its systems cannot keep pace.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.5 - The Necrons

- Necron constructs repair even when dismembered from the base form:
Spoiler
“The picter zoomed in, blurring the image at first but then focussing in on one of the metal skeletons. Its eyes blazed with a terrible fire, suggesting a crude sentience that chilled the lieutenant’s blood even removed, as he was, from the firefight and the moment.

Adanar saw the creature jerk spasmodically as it was struck by countless las-shots. It must have taken over ten well-placed bolts to down it. Chunks of metal flew off its carapace body, fused rib-plate and punctured presumably vital systems before it fell.

The picter lingered. Horrified, Adanar watched the broken components slowly reknit as las-fire raged around the creature’s prone form. Wires snaked across theground finding other wires and, like sewn flesh, drew the shattered pieces together. Metal became as mercury, dissolving into liquid before being drawn to the torso as if magnetised. Impossibly, the skeleton rose intact and fired its terrible beam weaponry again.”
The Fall of Damnos, p.27 - **

- Resurection Orb repairs even Necrons that had been wasted by Melta fire:
Spoiler
“The Necron lord flung its skeletal hands skyward, and Gunthar saw that cradled in its left palm was a large, black orb. Something flashed green in the depths of that orb, and he could taste metal, feel the hairs on his neck standing to attention. His flesh was tingling, and the air felt pregnant as if a great storm was coming.

And the necrons were risng - in their scores, in their hundreds, even those that had lain dead and blasted apart for minutes, and those felled by melta fire. Necrons weren't supposed to recover form melta fire... were they?”
Dead Men Walking, p.379 - **

- Imperials make observations on Necron repair capabilities:
Spoiler
“‘Advance and execute,’ he continued.

The Immortals moved on their sergeant’s lead, charging up to the stricken necrons. Three battle-brothers hung back as the others went ahead of the enemy casualties.

The loud crack-bang of single headshots and the sonorous report of a phasal shift filled the air.

Iulus had read the Tactica briefings extensively. Nothing barring critical system damage would prevent a necron’s ability to self-repair. He was taking no chances.”
The Fall of Damnos, p.57 - **


Shielding

- Quantum Shields may be layered:
Spoiler
“To guard against this, each Triarch Stalker is protected by layered quantum shielding. Though a determined assault can still breach these energy fields, it normally buys the Triarch Stalker enough time to withdraw.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.39 - Triarch Stalkers

- Strategic presence:
Spoiler
“Necron quantum shielding defies examination, for it exists only at the moment of deflection - at all other times there is no indication of its presence.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.82 - Necron Wargear / Weapons And Equipment


Teleportation Technology

Individual Units
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- General teleportation:
Spoiler
“Even then, should irreparable damage occur, the Necron will often simply 'phase out' - automated teleport beams returning it to the safety of the stasis-crypts, where it remains in storage until such time as repairs can be carried out.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.5 - The Necrons

- Necrons may self-destructing instead:
Spoiler
“Should a fallen warrior fail to phase out, it self-destructs and is consumed by a blaze of emerald light. Outwardly, this appears little different to the glow of teleportation, leaving the foe to wonder whether the Necron has finally been destroyed or has merely retreated to its tomb.” / Codex: Necrons (5e), p.5 - The Necrons

- An entire Necron scout force phases out after locating their target:
Spoiler
“The reality was a thousand times worse. Humanoid figures, sculpted in metal, but which moved with sinister purpose, and an inhuman, fluid grace that somehow made them even more terrifying. They walked, unhurried, along the ridge line, the leading one carrying a device of some kind, with which it swept the valley below. The others were armed, the unmistakable silhouettes of gauss flayers held ready for use, the sinister necrotic glow which would normally have revealed their presence masked by a shroud of some flexible metal fabric.

‘Necrons,’ I told Jurgen, in a barely audible whisper. The fears, which I’d sought to dismiss for so long, were grounded in reality after all. After an indeterminate time, which was probably no more than a few minutes, for all that it felt like a lifetime, the leading automaton stopped moving, consulted the device in its hand, then raised its other arm, pointing in the direction of the shrine. ‘And they seem to have found the Shadowlight.’ Hardly surprising, given their mastery of warp technology, and the amountof energy we’d released that afternoon.

‘That’s not good, is it, sir?’ Jurgen asked, with his usual flair for understatement.

‘No, it’s not,’ I agreed. The necron scouting party remained as immobile as the statues they resembled for another instant, then vanished, with a faint crackle of energy and displaced air.”
Cain’s Last Stand, p.98 & 99 - **

- Some witness Necrons replenishing their numbers:
Spoiler
“He faltered, then, swallowed, and continued in a somewhat smaller voice. ‘There was another chamber through there, even larger than the machine room. They were in there Arex, scores of creatures, Iron Gods. They had their backs to me, watching some manner of construct: pylons, curved pylons, like claws holding… I don’t know how to describe it. Like a ball of flame, green flame. No, not a ball, a disc, an upright disc, perfectly flat, and then… Stepping out of the flame, they came, marching in four by four, until they almost filled the chamber.’

‘More of them? Arex breathed. ‘But where could they have-?’

‘I don’t know’ said Tylar. ‘I don’t know where they came from. I only know that… Do you see now? Do you understand why I-?’

‘They don’t know what they’re facing, the Imperial forces. If the Iron Gods have the power too… If they can bring in reinforcements like that-’”
Dead Men Walking, p.333 - **

- Units teleport behind defenses directly:
Spoiler
“The necrons had some kind of device, a phasic-generator the tech-priests had postulated. It had allowed the bulk of their awakened troops to teleport directly behind the Ark Guard’s defensive positions. Fortified walls, bunkers, fields of razor-wire – they were no impediment to the mechanised advance of the necrontyr.” Fall of Damnos, p.42 - **


Temporal Technology

Individual Units
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- Necron rethoric disrupt the mind of an entire garrison:
Spoiler
“Several war cells translated through the Kellenport walls and fell upon the vanguard Adanar had positioned in front of the Courtyard of Thor. A strange sensation emanated from the newly-arrived enemy, something brought on by the effects of the generator’s recent activation. The world spun vertiginously and Adanar was forced to cling to the battlement for support. He heard screams, echoing through the fog of sudden dislocation, and assumed several of the Ark Guard stationed on the wall had fallen.

‘Sergeant,’ he began, spitting out the word through gritted teeth. Sergeant Nabor was on his knees, blubbering like an infant with his hands over his ears.

It had affected the entire garrison.

Adanar tried to move, thinking he was stepping back when in fact he went forwards. He reached for his laspistol, hoping the sudden discharge might return his senses, but grabbed for the empty air on the left side of his belt, instead of the holster on his right.

‘Throne of Earth,’ he garbled, as an errant trickle of blood wept from his nostril and touched his lip. The copper tang was intense, almost acidic.

Below, through his tunnelling, kaleidoscopic vision, the vanguard was being slaughtered.

A voice, inhuman and metallic, resolved on the breeze.

‘Heed my words for I am the Herald and we are the footsteps of doom. Interlopers, do we name you. Defilers of our sacred earth. We have awoken to your primitive species and will not tolerate your presence. Ours is the way of logic, of cold hard reason; your irrationality, your human disease has no place in the necrontyr. Flesh is weak. Surrender to the machine incarnate. Surrender and die.’

Adanar found his laspistol – it was as if it’d been placed in his trembling grasp – and pressed it to his forehead. ‘Surrender to the machine incarnate,’ he echoed macabrely. ‘Surrender and die.’”
Fall of Damnos, P.46 & 47 - **[/b]

- Necrons jam sensors and displace unnatural darkness in an area:
Spoiler
“Rotational guns – las and autocannon, heavy stubber and bolter – slaved to a rail network, spat muzzle flashes into an alien darkness. Not only had the necrontyr brought a comms shroud to blanket the regions before them, they had summoned an unnatural shadow too.” Fall of Damnos, P.43 - **


Time Manipulation Technology

Individual Units
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- A Lord accelerates the distance traveled:
Spoiler
“A flash of translocation lit the grand tomb chamber. When it abated, the Architect was in a different room. Using his chronomancy, he had descended several levels in a nanosecond.” Fall of Damnos, P.76 - **[/b]

- Tomb World time dilation:
Spoiler
“At this, Quin interjected. 'My lady, how much time do you perceive to have passed since we set out across this chamber?'

Brielle looked to the warrior, distracted, beguiled even, for a brief moment by the swirling patterns of his facial tattoos. 'How much time?' she repeated, turning her head to look back the way the party had travelled. 'I would say… Emperor’s mercy…'

'How long, my lady?' Quin pressed.

Brielle looked back to the feral-worlder, her throat suddenly dry. 'Three, three and half…'

'Minutes?' Quin asked.

'Hours,' Brielle said, the sight of the passageway mouth, a hundred metres behind, still fresh in her mind.

'…aeons,' Adept Seth whispered.”
Fear the Alien, P.339 - **[/b]
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Manufacture

Individual Units
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- Varying qualities in Necron bodies:
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“One of the hidden tyrannies of biotransference was how it entrenched the gulf between the rulers and the ruled, for there were not resources enough to provide all Necrotyr with bodies capable of retaining the full gamut of personality and awareness. Thus, as was ever the case, the very finest bodies went to individuals of high rank: the Phaerons and Overlords, their Crypteks and nemesors. For the professional soldiery, the merely adequate was deemed appropriate. As for the common people, they received that which remained: comparatively crude bodies that were little more than lobotomised prisons.” Codex: Necrons (5e), p.8 - The Great Awakening / Rising From Oblivion

- Scarabs craft Warriors from destroyed vehicles:
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“The enemy had annihilated the armour columns with perfunctory ease and then used their swarm creatures to gut the machine innards of the Imperial tanks and convert them into more necron warrior constructs.” Fall of Damnos, P.44 - **

- Smaller constructs can form larger forms with varied differences in intended uses:
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“A dark shape was rising from the circular pit in the center of the adjacent chamber and Marduk thrumbed the activation rune of his chainsword, snarling. His gaze shifted between Jarulek, who was focused on the sphere in his hands, and the rising shadow that blocked their retreat.

The shape was roughly humanoid, though it was covered in thousands of the metallic scarabs, or more correctly it was formed from them. They skittered over the humanoid torso, rising slowly and silently from the pit, their body mass creating the shape of a man.

‘Jarulek’ he hissed. The eyes of the Dark Apostle flashed with outrage that he dare use his name, but then he too saw the rising shape.

As they watched, the skittering bugs came to rest as they aligned in their appropriate positions, and their bodies merged, like droplets of water that were sucked together to form a greater mass. Thousands of metallic insects blurred together, their individual shapes and limbs moulding like liquid metal to form the immaculate and perfect form of a skeletal torso, gleaming silver.

Black, carapaced scarabs gave up their physical uniqueness, forming a black chest-plate over the silver ribs of the cadaverous, ancient lord rising up out of the light below. A golden sun gleamed on the centre of the black, lustrous armour plate, golden lines representing the sun’s rays spilling from it. The corpse-machine’s head was down, its chin lowered, and its eye sockets were dark and hollow.

A long-hafted weapon was formed in the creature’s metallic hands, as hundreds of scarabs gripped each other with claw and mandible to form a solid shape. They blurred as they melted together, creating an arcane and impressively sized weapon, a pair of curving blades at each end of a long shaft.

Marduk and Jarulek raised their weapons as one, the Dark Apostle supporting the heavy weight of his archaic bolter on his forearm, the orb still held in his hand. They unleashed a salvo of barking shots towards the forming corpse-machine. Bolts smashed into its gleaming, silver skull, blasting chunks of metal away, and others caused chips of black stone to crack from its chest-plate.

These pieces of metal and stone landed on the black, glossy surface of the floor and immediately returned to their metallic scarab forms. They skittered about for a second before launching themselves into the air, wafer-thin metallic wings clicking out. They hovered over the deathly machine before settling on the damage done by the guns of the holy Word Bearer warriors. The metallic insects disappeared as they melted into the metal body of their master, leaving no appearance of the damage that had been caused.

‘The Undying One,’ said Jarulek

A scarab with a gleaming, golden carapace skittered over the skull of the forming creature, and it melted to become a shining circlet upon its forehead, glittering with intricate, alien line work. It was an alien yet clearly regal device, and Marduk was left in no doubt that this was some lord of the undead, living machines.

Swarms of smaller insects, some barely large enough for the eye to discern, glided over the silver bones of the creature and blurred together, forming a semi-opaque, wafer-thin, billowing shroud that whipped around the skeletal form. This cloak had a dark, metallic sheen as if it had been woven of infinitely fine mesh, and it shimmered like liquid metal. It fluttered as if caught in a breeze, though there was no movement of air. From beneath the deep hood, the darkness of the creature’s eye sockets began to glow a baleful green and it raised its chin to look upon the interlopers trespassing on its ancient realm. A feeling of dread washed over Marduk. He gritted his sharp teeth in anger at the unwelcome and uncommon feeling.

The creature rose higher out of the pit, accompanied by a rhythmic humming noise, and the light beneath it grew stronger, throwing its skull into deeper shadow beneath its billowing shroud. Rather than ending in hips and legs, the metallic spinal column of the creature merged into a bulky shape that was not dissimilar to the armoured carapace of one of the diminutive scarabs, though on a colossal scale. Thousands of teeming insects scrambled over each other and moulded together to form this lower body, and eight barbed legs hanging beneath the bulk of its armour took shape. The light filling the room came from beneath this carapace, shining out below it and throwing its upper body into gloom.

The creature rose into the air, hovering above the open pit as it awoke, its silver, insect legs curling and clicking beneath it, the humanoid torso flexing as the ancient, unliving being rolled its shoulders. It did not move in the same manner as the skeletal machines guarding the upper chambers of the pyramid. Where they were mechanical and jerky in movement, this creature was fluid and supple, its limbs moving smoothly and in perfect balance.

It spun the staff before it, the twin blades humming through the air. It seemed ignorant or uncaring of the Word Bearers as it went through a series of lithe movements with the double-headed blade, spinning the haft of the weapon around in its metallic hands with consummate ease.”
Dark Apostle, p.397 > 400 - **


Tomb Worlds
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- Tomb Worlds are constantly building new units and structures:
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“Sarpedon clambered up the wall of the chamber, and reached the top to give himself a better view. A labyrinth of machinery led off as far as he could see: enormous engines, half-formed as if in the process of melting into slag; forges churning out necron warriors and scarabs; forests of captives, nothing more than skeletons wrapped in tendrils of bleeding muscle; grand tombs, their sarcophagi lying open, waiting to receive lords yet to be built; an immense spire of glowing steel with warships suckling power from it; oceans of inky black information, infested with hunter-programs that writhed and darted like translucent sharks; ziggurats of pure carbon, and monoliths of obsidian.” Hellforged, p.79 - **

- Necrons alter the very constitution and properties of a planet to suit their needs:
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“The first sight the Antithesis had of Selaaca was in information form, picked up by the ship’s long-range sensors. The first reaction of the sensorium crew was to wonder what was wrong with their sensors. Repeated scanning showed the same results, however, and eventually they had to go to Archmagos Voar with information they were sure would incense the archmagos with its utter lack of logic.

Selaaca, it seemed, was hollow. Its core had been bored out and vented into titanic clouds of rock dust that orbited the planet in long trails of micrometeorites. And yet it had retained its mass, a fact so impossible that many of the ship’s cogitators refused to accept it and spat it out in hails of punch-cards and spools of torn printout. Its interior was a lattice of steel and stranger metals, supporting continent-sized structures that pulsed with as much energy as the system’s sun, caged and compressed into exotic radiation that the cogitators didn’t recognise. Craft, tiny pinpricks of power, flitted over the surface and through close orbit. There was power everywhere, running through the planet’s empty core, scribing glowing lines on the surface, even bleeding out into the toxic remnants of the atmosphere.”
Hellforged, p.65 - **

- Construct lavish structures to form vast tomb cities:
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“A city of tombs stretched so far it disappeared into the horizon, where the metal-clad sky met the ground.
Every tomb was a masterpiece. Crafted from brushed metal, stone and gold, they were the resting places of the necron army’s generals, places of worship, monuments to a future without biological life. Some were like temples, their columns surrounding sarcophagi carved with the images of the regal, skeletal things inside. Others were blocks of steel carved deeply with stylised images of conquest and genocide, subjugated xenos and alien eyes picked out in gold. One was an enormous hand of black stone bones, holding a necron form, curled up like an obscene foetus, in its palm. One was a steel skull with its inhabitant just visible in its mouth, wide open as if in mid-scream. There must have been thousands of tombs, arranged in a grid to form avenues between the sepulchres.”
Hellforged, p.71 - **
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Re: Necron Technology [Discussion]

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Where did this come from?
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Michael50210 wrote:Where did this come from?


Codex: Necrons (Factpiler Edition) :lol: :D :) :P :mrgreen: :ugeek:
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Postby Matapiojo » Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:52 am

Where did what come from?

All passages have their source at the end of each (the text in blue).
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Wow. I had no idea this existed1 This is cool!
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Postby Fisherking » Tue Apr 19, 2011 11:21 pm

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“A flash of green light, and his words were swallowed by an involuntary scream. The Guardsman had disintegrated, like the servitor in the mine tunnel had been disintegrated, layer by layer in a fraction of a second.” – Dead Men Walking pg. 173


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“The creatures didn’t move. Amareth glared at them for a moment longer, then lowered his shoulders, tried to push his way past them – and four of them raised their great guns in unison, and vaporised him in a cataclysmic outpouring of emerald force.” – Dead Men Walking pg. 274


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“They were even more gruesome, more horrifying, in the flesh – in the metal, rather – than the commissar could ever have imagined they would be. They descended upon the Death Korps grenadiers, their elongated spinal cords snapping around to deliver lethal electric stings, but when the grenadiers fired upon them in return, their las-beams passed through the necron ghosts’ semi-transparent forms. ” - Dead Men Walking pg. 254
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