I look at the child. And she is. Not even 3 decades old, and she asks what I want. Ha! But, it is fair, I suppose. I asked her, so I will answer.


    I want many, many things. I''ve jumped around from thing to thing in the recent decades. From my tomb, to here, from plan to plan. I''m like a rabbit on meth. I need to figure out a course. A plan to follow. So, what do I need...


    ...Leaving the dynasty was a mistake. I have abandoned my duties as Overlord to go to the ass end of civilization, for what? I could say scouting or some other nonsense, but I was running.


    I also left my dynasty in a fragile state. Technology in this Era is threatening. While I''ve seen and killed things with better equipment and technology, I can''t say these are primitives, only backwards idiots. After all, a slug of metal going fuck you fast is dangerous on principle alone.


    The dynastys were reborn to fight different threats. We were tools for a war against the imaterial. While I gave my crypteks and lords ideas on where to push our technology, I think I did too little. Again.


    So, I need to fix this. I will need to leave this expedition. I''m taking the railgun with me. Wait... Taking... acquisition... TRAYZN! HA! IVE A PATH!


    Hehehehhehe. I will leave this place and acquire examples of technology! This, in turn, sets me up to assist my dynasty! That way I''m not some ass that leaves my kin in dirt and mud!


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    So, a simple plan:


    1. Leave this ship with all the goodies.


    2. Loot everything on the way back to the dynasty.


    3. Profit.


    Or at least that is the general plan. Now, I am pleased. A way forward, oh how it gives me purpose. I''m starting to get why Freshki is depressed, she has none. But...


    "Freshki, I can''t tell you my plans willy-nilly. While we come from similar backgrounds, I have changed into something else. An overlord, in point of fact. And so, I have a question... Would you like a job?"


    She looks at me, and only then realize it has been an hour. Oops. It takes her a minute to wake up, and I repeat my question.


    "Uh. What kind of job?" She asks.


    "You see, you are purposeless. Adrift on cosmic winds. I, can fix that. Your job would be to assist me in my duties as Overlord of my dynasty. A simple matter really." I hedge.


    "I''m not abandoning humanity. If your plan is to slaughter humans and other races I won''t stand for it."


    "For one, not all necrons are inherently that kind of xenophobic. Some are indifferent unless irritated. Second. I don''t care about humanity, I care about my dynasty. This means I will eventually deal with the emperor, and that whole fiasco." I state.


    "... I honestly hadn''t even thought about the emperor..."


    "I am not surprised. But it is a very near threat to me and my dynasty. I don''t know what it''s response will be to me, and I would like more viewpoints, of which you have. What do you have to lose? My service is likely one of the best jobs one could ever have." I state.


    She stills. A minute passes. Then 10. An hour. 3 hours.


    "ok..."


    "What?" I ask.


    "I said... OK. Fine. I... swear service to you..." She says. She is nervous, hesitant.


    "Very well Freshki. There is work to be done. Your trust in me will be repaid. My plan is simple..."