Anchor Point

Flux Anchors

Two ancient structures rest at the poles of planet Ascendus. The massive devices utilize an ancient Necron terraforming method, breathing life into long dead celestial objects. A thick Osmium Alloyed shell helps dissipate reactionary heat and protect the intricate quantum system within. By harnessing abundant internal energy, these Flux Anchors maintain rhythmic planetary motion, normalize terrestrial surface temperatures, and preserve the delicate polarity fields sustaining the atmosphere on Ascendus. However, the timeworn mechanisms require an immense power reservoir.

The Chronos is a dying star. Time, energy, and mass are distorted and amplified as the being edges closer to demise. The flux field between the anchors resists the stellar collapse, drawing out the catastrophic explosion into one concentrated energy stream. The Chronos is ceaselessly tortured as one agonizing moment is stretched ad infinitum. Bit by bit, the Chronos’ energy is slowly siphoned away. In the 7 Million years which Sentry has defended the Star God Chronos, a mere 0.43% of the entity’s power has been depleted. An incredibly efficient engine, the Flux Anchor system is among the oldest and most significant of all Necrontyr technological advancements.


A Call to Arms
Nephros had barely left his chambers when a crippling pain erupted in Sentry’s mind. A failsafe set in place millennia ago had torn through derelict synaptic matter, burning with urgency. The southern Flux Anchor was in jeopardy. Sentry staggered to his feet, fumbling forward in hurried momentum. He had to act quickly. He sprinted through the tomb hangar, waking the arks and powering the barges. He flew through the destroyer tomb, resurrecting the sleeping giants. Finally he made his way to the Guardian Temple, resting place of the Pariahs. These elite warriors were specially chosen by Sentry before his exile. Vowing allegiance, the devoted Lychguard elected to be banished with their master. Sentry lovingly named these 10 champions “Pariahs” for their dutiful sacrifice. Their Service would now be required to defeat the entropic fiends of Chaos before the balance of the planet shifts out of control.

Flanked by silent skimmer tanks, the Pariahs had formed a small phalanx. Sentry stood at the foot of the megalithic anchors, each buzzing with concentrated energy harvested from within. With mechanical sight, he saw them coming. Miles in the distance hungry tanks dozed through thick sands, sluggishly advancing through the unfavorable terrain. Hellish bikes kicked up thick clouds of dust that had remained undisturbed for millennia.

The enemy was now close enough to lock eyes with Sentry’s forces. As the sun began to set, rays of scattered light danced over the Ghost Ark’s living metal hulls. Against the amber backdrop of dusk, a glorious battle was about to unfold. Sentry held his scythe high and urged his warriors forward, maintaining a hard front line. His barricade would not yield without great resistance.

Without warning, a shriek pierced the air from the left flank. Grand Cryptek Oshast had unleashed an Eldritch lance from within the metal ribs of his Ghost Ark. Immediately, the targeted enemy Rhino erupted into a flash of hot ash.

Confused and enraged, the forces of chaos charged into battle.

From behind the calamity, a Vindicator let loose a bellowing blast. Arcing over the battlefield, Sentry watched in horrified slow motion as the projectile collided with one of the Flux Anchor spires. A concussive wave resonated from the base as the pillar crumbled. Intense heat poured out of fresh cracks in the ground. The Device was becoming unstable.

Sentry peered out at the tank in the distance. He would not let another shot like that get through. Transmitting wirelessly across the planet, he called in an air strike. Within seconds a Doom Scythe screamed to the target, carving a bright line of destruction across the back field. The beam sawed through two of the enemy tanks with ease, granting Sentry a temporary upper hand in the fight.

He quickened his blows, slicing through chaos tinged flesh with furious vigor. One by one, bodies fell in muddled heaps. Out of the back ranks, a beast sheathed in iron pounced. The ground trembled in the landing. In one great swing, Lord Cyron’s chaotic axe cleaved through one of the remaining anchor pillars. The ground heaved upward in protest. Geysers of steaming air punched through the soil like searing fingers. One last pillar remained. From atop his ironclad mount, Cyron smiled with psychotic delight. Glinting in the muted sunlight, his axe came down upon Sentry’s head.

The blow sent his heels digging into the dirt as he struggled to stay upright. While his thick tempered hide had absorbed the impact, small cracks began to form. Blow by blow, Sentry’s armor withstood the wicked trauma. While his body took the brunt of the attack, his mind retreated inward calculating the odds of victory. Sentry knew what had to be done. He dropped to the ground and rolled into an open fissure. Flames plumed skyward as his body sank like a stone through the bubbling molten material within. Driven by blind hatred and chaotic divinity, the enemy was too strong. He devised a plan. The Anchor would be lost.

As Sentry’s presence left the battlefield, his army began to phase out. One by one, the metal warriors retreated, sinking into the dust.

From the sky, a cluster of demonic terminators struck down on the planet’s surface. They had landed right next to their target, the last of the Anchor pillars. With no one around to stop them, the terminators opened fire at the remaining spire.

As its hulking mass came crashing down, the ground rose up to meet it. Waves of fluid energy pulsed frantically through the strata, writhing in unnatural swells. Cyron stood among the carnage and began to laugh.