Indrakht Dynasty

"I am Harbinger. I am Herald. I am the Arrow which pierces the Day."

- Gothic Translation of the Indrahkt Dynastic Glyph

The Indrahkt are a broken Dynasty, once the revered spearhead of the Necrons' undying armies, now little more than a few disparate legions sequestered onboard a singular vessel: the Brahmastra, a superweapon of such dreadful power that the ancient Aeldari sacrificed an entire Craftworld simply to ensure that no others like it would ever be constructed. Now, after nearly sixty-million years of drifting aimlessly through the void, Phaeron Intemhat rallies his Court to a campaign of reconquest for the worlds of the Periphery and Nerio Sectors are rightfully theirs, historically theirs, and shall be theirs again.

Into the Unknown
Even before the biotransference, when the Necrons were still known as Necrontyr, the Indrahkt Dynasty was one of explorers, pioneers, frontiersmen. They were among the first to helm the ancient antimatter-fueled torch-ships, crawling slowly but inexorably across the stars in search of lush new planets far from the radiation-scoured hellscape of their homeworld. Consequently, they became the spearhead of the Necrontyr's earlier attacks against the implacable Old Ones, futile as their attempts might have been. It mattered not how many sons and daughters of Indrakht died futile, pointless deaths in the name of the bitter Triarchs; death was their duty, their payment for the privilege of being the first to tread upon the dirt of a thousand foreign worlds. This inherent stubbornness- the sense of duty that drove them to blaze a path for the rest of their species- would come to characterize the Indrahkt more than any discovery or battle. Thus, it was perhaps inevitable that the Indrakht Dynasty would be among the first to enter the cyclopean bio-furnaces of the C'Tan, rendered down and molded into forms more suitable conquest on a galactic scale.

The Triarchs declared Intemhat, eldest of the dynasty's Sibling Princes, to be Lord of Horizons, whose Tomb Ships would darken the skies of a thousand worlds in preparation for their deathless advance. The newly-anointed Phaeron proved to be quite effective at just that, leaving a trail of desolate, glassed worlds listlessly orbiting dead stars as his fleet tore deeper and deeper into the Old Ones' flanks. He crushed the Aeldari at Twinned Riga, his Crypteks engineering the explosive doom of the venerable stars in order to reduce their wraithbone vessels to cosmic dust, forming the unstable Riga Binary Star Cluster and ushering in Necron dominance of what is now the Cancridrean Periphery.

Morrighast, the Umbral Forge
The C'Tan desired genocide on a galactic scale, ceaseless "Red Harvests" of lesser species so they could glut themselves on soul-stuff. However, as the War In Heaven entered its latter years, not even that monumental carnage seemed enough, and so the insatiable Star Gods ordered the construction of weapons of apocalyptic scale and scope. The Indrahkt were to facilitate; their Crownworld of Morrighast converted into a singular massive engine of artifice stewarded by legions of Crypteks. The abominable mechanisms wrought within its confines were myriad, but none were as devastating as the Star Reapers, massive sickle-shaped battle-stations that leeched power from solar bodies to fuel world-ending payloads. Like the bow of some wrathful deity, they cast continent-sized mass-drivers from the heavens, powerful enough to crack entire planets in two.

The least of these stations, the Brahmastra, demonstrated just a fraction of its might by shattering the moon of a nearby ocean-world, sending a torrent of meteorites plummeting down upon its primitive inhabitants.