ETL 2019 final vow completion:
It was early in the day cycle when the Kani’s Wrath arrived at the Archive World. It had no name save thus, and was mostly forgotten in the day-to-day operations of the dynasty. The Cataloguer, the chronomancer who ruled it, kept to himself and was only recently revivified following a Krork invasion, which had only been beaten back by a coalition of 3 different dynasties and a rampaging C’Tan.
A few primitive Wildboyz wandered the wastes of the former hive world, Krork being impossible to wipe out as always, but kill-squads of wraiths patrolled in search of them, to ensure that they did not have a leader to band together around to have a chance of posing a threat.
Kani and Chronozak teleported down to the surface alone, save a single Heavy Destroyer—formerly of Chronozak’s house—brought along just in case the remnants of the Krork had managed to evade the kill-squads and cobble together some sort of group.
They wandered for a while, taking in the arid wastes and cold beauty of the early morning sun. Though both had long since lost the ability to feel such petty emotions, there was a certain satisfaction in watching the laws of the universe play out untouched by anyone save the cosmos itself.
They soon noticed a line of scarabs trailing away. Chronozak noted it and beckoned for his charge to follow, and the three of them began to follow the small Canoptek beasts.
An hour’s walk later, they saw in the distance a rising gate, erected as an outlying entrance after the previous invasion had seized all ways in and out.
The Cataloguer stood in between the twin-pronged gateway, waiting. The sun gleamed across his bronze-tinged frame, the Necrodermis here infused with minerals in the dunes by 60 million years of osmosis and stasis.
As they approached he shimmered inside the field emitted by his Chronometron, weirdly reminiscent of the mirages on the desert sands. He inclined his head, and spoke.
“Heiress. Vargard. You are expected.”
“My father spoke to you?” Kani asked, mildly puzzled.
“I am a chronomancer, dear. Just because I focus on the past does not mean I cannot see the future.”
Kani growled, but kept otherwise silent.
“I know what he seeks. Follow me.” And with that, he turned and entered the gate.
Inside the Cataloguer’s domain, they walked for what felt like hours. Along the way were many uriosities, displays, and weapons, all of which surely would be useful in the coming wars. The Cataloguer, however, walked right past each and every one.
Even the holding cell for the C’Tan shard was passed without a second glance. Instead, they were led to a celestial array room, the door unassuming save its size.
“This,” spoke the cryptek, “is what the Sunderer sent you here for.”
“This,” spat Kani in annoyance, “is an observatory.”
“It is more than that.” The Cataloguer waved his arm, and the door shimmered away into nothingness. What awaited them was something neither had seen in aeons, even before the Great Sleep.
“That...that is a Seraptek!” Chronozak muttered somewhat fearfully. The sheer firepower it possessed was enough to give anything pause.
The Cataloguer snorted in a mockery of a smirk. "This one is called Stargazer. It never looks anywhere but one specific spot in the sky, unless it's in battle. I don't know the coordinates, nor what would be there. All I foresaw was this one rampaging alongside the Phaeron. Enough for me to be ready for you."
Kani recovered first. "You are most helpful, Cataloguer. We shall take him and be on our way." She moved to go closer to the construct, marveling at its engineering.
The wizened old Cryptek fixed her with a harsh look. "You will be careful with him. And you will be careful with yourself and your father. I have seen more, more than I can or should tell you. You must be ready."
Chronozak drew his blade faster than the flap of an insect's wings. "And what do you mean by that, fateseer? Is some harm to befall my master?"
"You know I cannot answer that," the Cataloguer muttered mournfully. "It has been catalogued in the strands of time. Begone now, and tell your Phaeron that the Cataloguer stands to do whatever is required."
"What is required--" began Chronozak, before a flash of sand-tinged red engulfed him, Kani, the Heavy Destroyer, and Stargazer, delivering them to the Scythe class cruiser in orbit.
"What is required," whispered the Cataloguer, heard only by the scarabs that flowed throughout the tomb, "is for Kani to become Phaerekh, in due time. Not yet, but soon. And she shall be glad for what she has claimed this day."
And with that he faded into the shadows, off to transcribe this momentous occasion in the history of the Naculan dynasty, as was his duty.