You are the unlucky Imperial Assassin that has been tasked with assassinating a particularly notable Necron Cryptek. As you stalk the wastes of a forgotten, dead planet where it has last been sighted, the robotic, skeletal thing suddenly materialises in front of you.

I SUPPOSE YOUR MASTERS SENT YOU HERE TO FETCH MY HEAD. HOW FOOLISH.

The Cryptek tightens its grip on its staff.

AS IF A BEING OF DISGUSTING FLESH COULD END ME.