I did have a time limit for my Domain expansion, as stated by the Starchild and his 32 years until the next certain event will require my personal presence.

I suspected it would be the fabled Wolf Time, either by Canis ascending or some other thing involving Leman Russ and his Space Wolves. Possibly both.

Then again, prophecies tended to glitch in my presence, both as a Blank and as an out of context problem not really integrated with this universe.

Certainly, the Emperor would not be alive and split in two without me, as would Primach Vulkan still be hidden inside a stasis coffin in a distant Deathwatch fortress. And the Chaos Gods and the Drukhari would still be dicks, if I wasn't here.

The last problem with the Old Ones' Weapon and the fragments of Caliban was possibly meant for the Lion, but I stole his laurels again.

I could simply stay away and let things unfold, but with this universe trying to kill everyone in new and exciting ways, that would end badly or worse.

If only I could give Gemma what she wanted, and explain everything. Surely she would abandon her religion and follow my ideas with a supporting heart. Right?

The AIs would receive citizenship and we would begin a new Golden Age, while angels and priests would sing me praise...yeah.

So I displaced myself in front of the imprisoned C'tan in the Pharos, to start the next Exterminatus campaign and clear things out for my Domain's expansion.

The Tau were always a problem, as the blue fish were trying to expand too, and incorporate new and amazing xenos races in their Empire, as well as developing new technologies faster than I could find STC templates. New technologies would be useful, especially those that halted the Necrons or the Tyranids with some effectiveness.

As for new alien species, I was also keen on seeing them, but burning alive.

"Another genocide today, Pef Lancefire?" Zarhulash asked with a tinge of humor.

At his feet, Lash waited eagerly to jump in and drink the souls of the next victims. "You know me so well, Mighty Zarhulash. How did they even find 93 new species to brainwash into the Greater Good?" I grumbled loudly as another xenos planet met my Determination, and burned in Phosphex_Weapon fire for 12 hours. The creatures had wings and horns, so they had to burn. It was quite a simple equation. Not human = bad= burn.

I only began to become tired with the 90th warhead burning a Tau allied homeworld, but I pushed through and finished the task with a mild headache. I suffered worse, and those burning allies suffered even more. Some of their eggs even got cooked for a minute, before turning into ash.

Lash returned the next minute with a wide grin, and transferred into my tesseract the most valuable artifacts he collected from that world, including some Tau ships and vehicles stationed in the system. Lady Velayne should be pleased with the new cultural artifacts I donated to her Ordo Xenos, while Gemma and other Fabricators would get to advance their Quest of Knowledge with the technological artifacts of a recently deceased civilization. Or 93 of them, if we counted stonework, knotted ropes and painted leather as technology.

"It has been 700 years since you deployed Exterminatus against Tau worlds. They have begun working on better AI systems, as well as drones and plasma weapons. Their spaceships are still bad, but their ground vehicles now match even your new Ion Sentinels. And their bigger mecha also match your Imperial Knights, even those with Neutron weapons." Lash spoke with a wise voice.

Yeah, the Tau would advance more and more, and possibly match the Terran Federation once their AIs developed enough.

Sadly for them, this was not the wonderful universe of Star Trek. I would drain them for as much tech as I could, then exterminate the Tau before they conquered the galaxy.

Or maybe the Necrons will do it before me.

So I took out the Empathic Staff and searched for Trazyn the Infinite among the stars, until I located the good Necron deep inside the Pariah Nexus, with many other Necron nobles at a round table. Perhaps 300 Dynasties, and not killing each other. It didn't bode well.

'Lord Trazyn, this meeting looks important.' I spoke in his mind, while another Necron looked around then up, sensing my intrusion somehow.

'We are waiting for the Silent King to arrive. It seems he knows a way to reverse bio-tranference. And good to hear from you again, Pef Lancefire.' Trazyn answered with a calm, robot voice.

"Kill them all, now!" Lash demanded with an urgent voice. Hmmm. I should listen, this time.

'Chaos Lord Ahriman will sabotage this meeting in 9 seconds. 8, 7...' I told Trazyn for old times sake. I didn't want him to die, since I had too few friends in this universe.

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'Such a waste of a Lord's skeleton. Ah, Orikan already fled. Maybe the sabotage could have lacked such a clear timer...' Trazyn said with a careless tone, then began to melt as the Determination detonated in the meeting hall, filling the Necron Monolith with phosphex flames for the next year. I didn't want to take a chance of more Necron nobles escaping alive. The Federation did make the perfect weapon.

The suspicious Necron that sensed me had already vanished, but now I knew who he was. Orikan the Diviner, a famous chronomancer. Basically, a Necron Farseer, as little as that made any sense.

I drew back, and saw a number of dangerous Lichguard Necrons arrive and spread foam retardants and then vacuum the place, but phosphex didn't need air to burn.

Soon enough, even the necrodermis skeletons burned beyond recovery.

Hmmm. Quite a lucky strike, finding some many high-ranked Necrons gathered in one place. They didn't have many sapient Lords in their remaining race, since most warriors and constructs were dumber than an Ogryn, with their damaged cogitation engrams.

I shifted my view towards Solemnace, to find Trazyn already accusing Orikan of the disaster, via a live holographic chat, and pointing out how Orikan vanished before the bomb went off.

"I can't fail to notice you are also alive, Overlord Trazyn." the skeleton on the other end spoke in a grave voice.

"...This is my backup body, my lord. I died in that attack, and my body still burns. Surely your Lichguards can see my body right there!" Trazyn exclaimed in a sincere voice.

"And this talk about Ahriman? His forces are also here, looking for the Immaterium Lock." the voice asked in a more reserved tone.

"You have competition, my lord. He is only a human, so you should be fine." Trazyn answered quite truthfully. I was only human, so it was true.

"That fire weapon was also made by humans, which is quite suspicious. But if Ahriman wants a war, he will get it. Are your forces ready, Lord Trazyn?" the lord at the other end asked with impatience.

"... My Warriors are always ready, my lord. But the rest, I may need a year or five." Trazyn said with a shifty voice.

"Delaying again! And I don't need your brain-dead Warriors. I have billions of those. Get the real troops ready for war!" the other Necron demanded and crushed something on his side that closed the call.

'Now you see what I have to deal with, Rogue Trader. As if I would risk my precious troops in another war...' Trazyn spoke in my mind, and sat down to ponder at his workdesk coffin.

'I see quite clearly. But to reverse biotranference, it would take the power of a God. And I don't think the Eldar Gods would be so kind.' I answered with a tinge of humor.

'The Silent King wouldn't accept Ynnead's help even if offered. And I already tried with Isha. This is about a new God, I suspect.' Trazyn said with a keen voice.

I suspected the same, especially since the Lock was mentioned. 'You are perhaps in luck, my Necron friend. You remember Canis, and the prophecy about the Wolf Time?'

I enticed the Necron Lord, who was also Canis's Godfather with the unfortunate events at Cadia.

'Canis? Really?' Trazyn exclaimed with surprise.

'You have met him many times now, Lord Trazyn. Did Canis ever seem like a normal wolf to you?' I continued, a bit rhetorical.

'Well, no. But any uplifted species...oh no! He is not a real wolf. The Canis Helix genes?' Trazyn realized a bit late.

'The Emperor of Man was a genial genetor during the Terran Federation days of gold. I think he worked on the Canis Helix project too, since he used those genes to make the Space Wolves Astartes. And then...the Space Wolves gave me Canis to raise, until he grew up strong enough.' I proposed with a suspicious voice as well.

'Wolf Time, huh? Quite a clever play. But how could Canis even reach the Weapon? It is too deep in the Warp, and behind the Lock.' Trazyn wondered quite cogently.

'I may know someone who holds the Key. Interested? It could be like the old days.' I asked with a sneaky voice.

'Next year, maybe. I need to find a few replacement bodies...damn it. I already agreed, didn't I?' Trazyn realized a bit late.

'It will be fun, my old robot friend. And maybe we can get you a living body at the end. Canis is a nice guy.' I argued with a soft voice.

'You want something from me then? Even bothered to try to save me from that bomb.' Trazyn asked a bit rhetorical. I mean, I would have paid him to help me instead, but perhaps regaining a living body was too important for him.

'We should trade again, Lord Trazyn. I need an energy source.' I demanded with a Rogue Trader voice.

Trazyn sighed like an old man. 'Of course you do.'