Tanzer leaned forward at his hololectern, claws steepled over the input terminal. The screen was currently deactivated, allowing him to see Kani the Sentry, heiress to the Naculan dynasty, and daughter of the Phaeron, in her full, imposing glory before him. She was unarmed, her warscythe already stowed in her personal quarters a short distance away, and bore nothing in her hands.
They were currently having an animated discussion on how best they were to proceed, and to what extent further resources needed to be brought in. At that exact moment, however, Tanzer exploded to his feet, a faint whistle building in his subvocalizaton matrix. His eyes glowed more intensely than usual, and a grating voice spat forth from his vocoder. "With. All. Due. Respect. My lady," he growled, "I. Am. The Nemesor. Of this expedition. Must I replay my orders for you, Sentry?"
"I know your orders, Admiral, I was there when he spoke to you!"
"For a reason I do not currently fathom!"
"I am the successor of they dynasty!"
"YOU ARE A CHILD!" Tanzer roared, before audibly and peremptorily sighing, and sitting down once more, head in hand, before looking back up at his honorary niece. "Kani, you are hardly two hundred years of age. Do you know how old your father was when the time came to take command of the dynasty?" Tanzer asked, much of the vitriol gone from his voice.
"Younger than he would have liked, as he has told me. And you," she muttered.
Ignoring the last remark, Tanzer pressed on. "Your father is trying to train you by sending you here with me. You have received excellent tutelage in many aspects of state from your father and his advisors. But for the training in the art of war? I am not too vain in saying that I am his--and your" he noted pointedly "--best option. I served your father as his nemesor far before he became Phaeron, when he too was only the Heir, and in a time when we were still beings of flesh and blood.
"I was old then, and frail. I am older still, but my mind is as sharp as it ever has been." His eyes dimmed briefly in a reflex of a smile. "There are many things left for you to learn, my lady. I am merely trying to make sure you do not have to learn them on the fly."
"Yes, Uncle," Kani said, bowing her head in deference.
Tanzer began a tune in his subvocalization matrix, an older Necrontyr song that Tanzer knew Kani liked. "Now then, I think it is best we begin with some exercises on grand strategy. Before that, however," he said, remembering a minor detail in his official order packet, and not the blank cheque he had been given over holocoms, "Your father mentioned something about additional protection for your person?"
Kani groaned, barely audible over the music echoing from inside Tanzer's chest. "Quazaka and four of his men are probably onboard the ship somewhere, though how they got here without you knowing I have no idea."
Tanzer would have smirked, if he were capable. He knew exactly how they had got onboard, and why they were here, though he'd yet to see them in person. The Phaeron had assigned them to the protection of his daughter, and while she might not have been supposed to know they were there, they would have shown themselves soon enough. There was no harm in letting Kani divine what she already knew, in one fashion or another.
He sat back as Kani continued to mutter about a father she perceived to be overbearing that he knew to be caring, and pulled up a simple war simulation to begin training with, once she ran out of steam.
I, Daimyo-Phaeron Lenoch, once more take up the banner of the 12 months of hobby challenge, and vow to base 5 Lychguard before the end of February, to the defense of the Xenos faction.
I'll have some actual, proper models as the month goes on, and as soon as I base these five chaps.