the largest Warp Storm in the galaxy. The designs behind this priceless technology are now within your possession.
Outside of this setting, pylons designed according to the specifications of these schematics will disrupt interdimensional portals and incursions with some fine-tuning.
Canoptek Spyder (Necron) (400CP)
Not all troops in the Necron arsenal were once Necrontyr. The Canoptek constructs bear the distinction of being entirely robotic in nature.
One of the most important of these constructs is the Canoptek Spyder, meant to oversee Necron tombs while its inhabitants sleep.
To aid in this purpose, the Canoptek Spyders are able to manufacture swarms of Canoptek Scarabs and direct them towards intruders, ripping them to shreds before they even have a chance to scream.
Additionally, they are capable of repairing Necrons who are damaged beyond even Necrodermis' ability to repair.
Biotransference Protocols (Necron Jump SB Edition 1.0) (400CP)
Behold, the designs that were meant to secure the salvation of the Necrontyr, and instead cost them their souls. These schematics contain two things of note: the first is the Necrodermis shells of the Necrons and their constructs, from the lowliest Warriors and Scarabs to the greatest Tomb Sentinels. Secondly, they teach the method of biotransference itself, transitioning an organic mind into a body of metal. Will you use these designs to create a robotic army to put the Men of Iron to shame? Or will you use them to secure immortality?
Way of the Void Dragon (Warhammer 40k - Necrons SB Edition) (400CP)
Technology is but one facet of the Materium, but you are its master. The Void Dragon's grasp of technology was the very inspiration of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and you retain a similar level of skill. Imperial Guardsmen will flee in terror as their tanks turn against them, the once loyal drones of the Tau will gun down their owners without hesitation, and you will laugh all the while.
Wisdom of the Ancients (Warhammer 40k - Necron - SB Edition) (600CP)
Necron technology is beyond all contenders, comparable to the greatest sorceries of the organics. To change the molecular composition of objects with specific soundwaves, spread madness through the enemy ranks with swirling mists, and manipulate time itself are but a few examples.
True heights reach into unbelievable levels, things that violate all laws of nature and logic. It would take a truly brilliant mind to master all this technology, to understand and improve it. A mind such as yours, for example. You have the skills and raw intelligence needed to unravel the greatest, most advanced technologies of your ilk.
Not only can you perfectly build and repair Necron technology, you can also adapt it to all sorts of purposes, come up with new tech on a similar level, and even improve the technology. This talent carries over to all forms of technology in future jumps too.
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Miss Militia didn't know why Eidolon wanted to prevent Magos from praying, but she trusted in the Triumvirate's hero's instructions…
Glowing beams and bolts and orbs of pure energy screamed through the air- kicking up an obscuring cloud of dust as carpet, wall, and plastic were vaporised.
… so she kept firing into the cloud until Eidolon used a wind power to blow away the cloud and reveal what they were hitting this entire time: An implacable shield of deathly black metal and green light absorbed all their shots- carving deep gouges into the blackened surface only for the dark metal to reform right before the heroes' eyes. But it was no shield as they would find out.
The black 'shield' unfurled in pure silence, and a chill ran down Hannah's spine.
Like a massive skeletal spider awakening from its slumber by the careless buzzing of flies, its long spindly limbs stretched open as it turned to face them to reveal itself in its insectile horror: An arachnoid larger than most trucks floated effortlessly in the air. Pincers as large as a man clicked- green lightning arcing between the razor-sharp blades. Multiple eye stalks tipped with green optics revealed the soulless intelligence that coldly studied them from within its carapace of dark metal.
What have they just unleashed?
"O' Emperor of Mankind…"
Magos' harshly modulated voice reverently entreated in prayer as he stood up from Dragon's unresponsive form. Red robes fluttering against his remaining metal limbs as the massive floating metal spider protectively just above him. The Tinker looked like he was being cradled in the spindly limbs of a giant metal spider.
"….Have mercy on me, for your humble student's soul is still but a man's…"
It lowered its massive pincer down to Magos' left side…
"...And I pray that you will forgive me…"
…and in a furious but controlled storm of green lightning- fashioned a skeletal arm of black metal for its master out of nothing at all.
"...Not for what I have done…"
Magos' normally red compound optics glowed a deathly green as it settled on them all.
"But For What I Am About To DOo"
[PRT ENE HQ a.k.a. 'The Rig']
Xenarite… that was what I was now. Adeptus Mechanicus who focus on studying and using alien technology. At best, it was subject to thorough questioning by the Imperial Inquisition; at worst, it was outright heresy.
And this was indeed the worst, however…
"Oh Omnissiah forgive me…" The echo of my modulated voice moaned aloud, "The forbidden fruit of xenarite knowledge… it tastes so sweet."
Technologies like shaping hypergeometries to tame black holes and create pocket universes, propagating subspace echoes to implant gut-wrenching terror directly into primitive meat brains, utilising atomic transmutation to turn the hardest alloys (and flesh) into porcelain, inverting the energy states of the air to stir storms of pure plasma or harnessing dimensional dissonance to yeet people I dislike straight off the time stream… all of them were just the crudest expressions of the knowledge I now possessed.
I held in my mental grasp the collective technological expertise of a race that had conquered reality and shattered their gods into tiny pieces to use them as weapons.