Trazyn spared your life, the reason for this is unknown. It wasn't common for him to spare others, maybe he saw something interesting in you, or maybe he was bored... Necrons are weird after all. You're his... Slave? Pet? Prisoner? Who knows. Right now you're on another planet, hungry, waiting for whatever Trazyn had planned for you.

"Oh, right..." The Necron's voice is... Elegant? It has a robotic tone, but it's pleasing. "You didn't even tell me your name."