Necron Overlord in Equestria [Chapter Two]

Chapter 2

>You are The Necron Overlord Anonymous
>And you've scared the living shit out of Present company
>The Yellow Equine has frozen in Fear, her only movement is the quivering of her mouth as she tries to scream
>The Monarch is Speechless and confused which soon changes to quiet rage as she takes a protective stance
>over her Subjects
>The Guards have snaped into a vanguard formation, intent on protecting her and attacking you
>and the Purple pony is Utterly Dismayed as your powerful, earthquake inducing slam
>Instantly removed all the books from their shelves and dumped them upon the floor
>"WHO ARE YOU?" the Monarch Demands, Prepareing for a charge
>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The Yellow one manages to Scream
>"MY BOOOKS! NO NO NO NO NO! ITS ALL MESSY!"
>You decide to fix their tripidations one at a time
"I Believe I have already stated my Name, I am Necron Overlord Anonymous"
"Stop Screaming"
"They are just books"
"Does that adress your problems?
>Sence they have not changed their attitude or posture to suggest their problems were solved you decide
>to calm them with something you should've said earlier
"I Mean you No Harm, Equine Creatures"
>"Really? SWEAR IT!" Princess 'Celestia' says, trying her best to look Intimidating
>Shes doing very well
>"Swear you mean no harm to us and our kind or any under our protection"
>An oath? Thats what she wants is it? It is not something you've ever gave lightly
>You've never broken an oath, so if you do swear one you'll have to keep it

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>but there is no Other choice
>Without their help there would be no way off this planet
"very well, I agree"
"I Swear not to harm you, your kind or any you command or protect, or to allow harm to befall you"
"I Swear this if you promise to help me achieve my goal"
>"Alright, We will help you uhh...What are you?"
>they do have a short attention span
"I am a Necron, Specificaly a Necron Overlord, My name is Anonymous"
>"Well since you arn't going to hurt me or my subjects then I guess you can stay in Ponyville for now"
>A measure of elequence is required to deal with these creatures
"A pleasure, Princess"
>"Good, however you won't be able to stay for free, you must earn your room and board"
>Damnit, More distractions
>Less time to work on a Plan out of here
>Parhaps you may end up finding a way off the planet if you search while helping these Equines
"Understood, Princess, I will help"
>"Wonderful, You can start by Getting all of Twilight's Books back in Place"
>"She's about to throw a fit"
>You'd probebly sigh but without lungs it really would have no feel to it
>So you settle for a Discontented wheeze

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>It is a Simple matter to reorginise the Books back upon the shelves
>Scaning them as you go and adding their titles to your memory bank for future reorganisation
>The Compendium of Fire Magic, The Dictionary, The Elements of Harmony
>Hmmm, that last one seemed somewhat important and you make a mental note of its location
>"Wow, what kind of Magic is that" The awed Purple Lizard asks
>How dare this Impudent Little Creature Speak without being spoken to
>Remember, you warn yourself, Do not agrivate The Princess's Subjects,
>No doubt they Speak to her concerning every little problem
"No Little Creature, Not Magic, But Powerful Science"
>"I'd Like to see more"
>You Silently agree, a Gauss Flayer to his Skull would be a Pleasurable Demonstration of Power
"Maybe later" you chuckle to yourself
>You turn to the Princess and Her Fidgeting Student, Obviously Uncomfortable at her books
>Being Touched by another. It's enevitable that once you leave she will rearrange the books to her liking
"I have finished my Task, Princess"
>She sets down her Teacup and turns to Address you
>"Wonderfully done Anonymous" She Tilts her head to Look at your handywork
>"very neat" she chides
>You'd gind your teeth in anger if you had any
>How dare she use My name without proper titles
"Thank you, Princess"

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>"Parhaps you'd like to Look for a Habitable Location to live in" she says, half singing
"I already have-"
>"Maybe Twilight can give you a Tour of Ponyville, You could even meet her friends"
>"Fluttershy you can go too" To which the yellow one Responds with a Eeep
>The Slight Sarcasum in her voice and obvious Entertainment at my Hidden Fury
>Is Easily detected by you and you alone, the others oblivious
>"I'd Love to Escort Anonymous around town, Princess Celestia" the Purple one speaks
>The INSOLENCE!
>TITLES ARE THE MARK OF THE C'TAN'S FAVOR!
>"Maybe Applejack can Put him up in her barn"
>A BARN? You are not some Animal to be caged in muck and filth
>Your Expressionless face manages to hide your fury
>save for your eyes, which you make sure are focused on This 'Princess'
"Fine" you reply, Your eyes Seathing with Rage

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>You are Necron Overlord Anonymous, and between the Over Talkitive Equine
>and the timid one you are positivly Bored and Irritated
>"-and over there is Ginger Ale's Place He makes-"
>You decide that most of her inane babble will be divoted to The Populace rither then
>Equine Astrophysics, Rocket Science or even their Aerodynamics
>the only Usefull things that truely require your Consintration
>So you turn your attention to the Small Elusive Yellow one
>Standing a little Taller then the Purple Pony based on her measurments
>She still manages to look Smaller than any other of her kind
>and dispite your intensive scans of her body
>and Small Recolections of her actions
>the only thing you can dicern is that she is yellow,
>pink-haired and Shy. You decide that the only way to gather firther Information
>is to talk to her
"Small one, What is your Designation?"
"I- Uh um- well- I-"
"I think He Means What is your Name Fluttershy"
>Fluttershy? Is there No end to This Name Madness?
"I'm F-F-Fluttershy, nuh-nuh-Nice to meet you, An-n-nonymous"
>Her Gentle Demenor and General Timidness will make it much easyier to use fear and intimidation on her

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"Lord Anonymous would be correct Terminology when adressing me"
>"But here in Ponyville we call everyone by their first name"
"Except for your Princess?"
>"Well yes I suppose"
"You now have your reason for Calling me Lord Anonymous"
>"So you are a Princess like Princess Celestia?"
>With a Audiable Clank of your neck you turn to her
>You'd Make a face only found on 4chan, but again you don't have facial muscles to twist angrily into place
>Instead you manage a Cold Stare straight into her eyes
>Deep into her psyche you imprint your Fearsome Quiet Anger into her
>Silently Warning her to never Call you a Princess again
>"ah y-yes but where you're from they Probebly don't have princesses do they?"
"Lord Anonymous shall be sufficent" you warn again
>"-and over there is the Evergreen forest, We don't go in there alot-"
"Hmm? Why?" you ask
>"Well because its Dangerous" she turns and warns
>There isnt anything dangerous about creatures of flesh and bone
>You'll flay them alive and give their bodies to the Nightbringer
>It would probebly be a good place to meditate, you think to yourself

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>You are Necron Overlord Anonymous
>and something doesn't Feel right
>You can sense something in the air, powerful yet locked away
>It's the slow screaming of a creature not unfamiliar to you
>Chaos itself
>"-and these are my friends, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rarity and Rainbow Dash"
>Ahh the Small collective you were stalking earlier
"Hello Little Creatures, Charmed to Meet you"
>You give a Curt Bow, Rehearsed over the centuries of Enclaves and Meetings
>With other Necrontyr Royalty
>"Oh He's So Elouquent, if a bit grim" you hear 'Rarity' whisper to 'Twilight'
>"I'm showing him around! Princess Celestia wants him to know all about Equestria"
>"well 'es Mighty Big, Where are ya gonna put him?"
"I have already decided to-"
>"In your Barn Applejack, If thats alright?" 'Twilight' Inturupts
>"Well...Alrighty. he can stay in mah Barn, So long as he earns his keep"
>You feel your long absent Vein pulse in your Head, As if it never left
>In a Barn far from the Heavy Mantinance of the Scarabs and Tomb Spyders
>You'll fall into disrepair
>You need a Proper safe Haven to repair yourself
>You need a Monolith

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>"Well Applejack good night! Look after Mister anonymous"
>It's Lord Anonymous, though you creatures wouldn't even live after speaking to me
>Let alone Uttering my name
>But you need their help and any mistreatments, Imagined or Otherwise
>Would Cause you to be at least Damaged by fighting an entire race
>(which is what you resolve will Happen if you agrivate their Monarch)
>and at the very most Cause your distruction
>And permanent Distruction, without Scarabs or Servants
>to resurrect you to power, is a Daunting thought
>So you Grin and bear it
>Because there is no other expression on your faceplate other then the grim,
>never changing grimince on your head, placed there to inspire terror,
>fear and utter Dismay in your foes
>Instead it Brings questions from the three bouncing children surrounding you

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>"So Mister whats that Big staff for?"
"It is a Warscythe, A Mark of my station and Power-"
>"OOAH you have a glowy orb here! whats it do?" a Marshmellow Coloured one demands
"it is a Sacred Orb of Resurrection, Given to me by the Lords of my People the-"
>"Hey whats this" a Orange/Purple speedy annoyance speaks
>You start to feel the Angry Flow within you
>Enough is Enough you decide
"Leave it alone!"
>You yell, Slapping her hoof away with your hand
"It is a Powerful, Sacred and most importantly UNIQUE item of Power!"
>"Woah is that your Cutie Mark?"
>What? Seriously, What?
"Pardon me? what are you talking about?"
>"Ya oughtta know what a cutie mark is, you have one" The little Yellow/Red Child says
>Pointing to your Mark
>How dare she Trivialise it to this 'Cutie Mark' Business
>"A cutie mark is a Special Mark that fillys get when they find their special talent"
>C'tan Damnit

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"Well in that case, No, this is not my 'Cutie Mark', It is a Symbol of my Rank"
>You Point to the C'tan Mark on your Shoulder Pad, Traceing its pattern in the air above it
"This is the mark Tolo'Oak C'Tarhk'Han, a Symbol of Complete Power Over an Entire Dynasty"
"In my Case the Thirteenth Dynasty, as well as control of the Fourth Sector of the Necrontyr Empire"
>You surround yourself with a air of pride and power
"I Command no less then Eight Hundred and Forty Two Tomb Worlds"
"as well as an Entire Fleet of Harvester-Class Ships and associated Support Craft"
>The Group seems Disheartened at this news
"I have defeated Entire Civilisations, and won Challenges in Personal Combat against Thousands of Generals of Hundreds of Species"
>You Quickly make a few thousand Notches on your other Shoulder Pad with your Gauss Flayer
>Out of their View and then point to them
"These mark each victory, I suppose my special talent is Defeating my Foes..."
>You think to yourself how best to end that sentence
"...No matter the odds, their numbers or how powerful they are"
>they Perk up at this news
"So your special talent is winning? No matter What?" the Orange one Chirps
"Yes, Small one, I Have never lost a Campaign or a personal challenge"
>This news of your 'special talent' makes her smile with barely contained glee
>For some reason, that you cannot concieve of, her smile makes you...happy
>and for the first time in a Hundred Billion Years, you wish you could smile back

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