Percy sat again at the dining room table with a serious expression. Standing on the table itself are Tau Shas'o T'au Shoh, Space marine Salamander Captain Lu'man, Necron Overlord Euryra the Magnificent, and a random Eldar Seer, Percy didn't bother asking for the actual leaders.

"Alright, the reason I have requested you all here again on such short notice is due to something me and Commander Shoh discovered when trying to see if you all can use the food I have here."

He gets up for a moment and retrieves a glass of water that had been sitting on one of the kitchen counters. After placing it down, he dips a finger in, and with the skill of a painter, keeps a large drop at the end of the digit.

"While food itself can be eaten without problems, it is the process of you all interacting with the food that caught Commander Shoh, and then my, attention. Observe."

He slowly lowed his finger, keeping the trembling drop from pulling free, within reaching distance of the Tau leader. When Percy had stopped moving, the alien reached for the mass of liquid that was about the size of his's suits mechanical hand.

Percy could tell that he had the curiosity of the minis simply due to the properties the water was showing them, but frowned at what was going to happen next.

As soon as the Tau machine's hand touched the orb, it instantly shattered and splashed to the tabletop. The was silence for a moment, before the Seer spoke in an annoyed tone.

"So, liquids on this planet possess strange qualities, what is the point Mon'keigh?"

The Eldar didn't react to the collective glares pointed at him. Percy sighed in an effort to relive his anger at the alien.

"The point is, this is water, completely normal water."

He turned to the space marine, whose expression was hidden behind his helmet.

"Can you bring it out now?"

The space marine nodded and signaled the Thunderhawk resting a distance away from him. Soon, a twisted figure hidden in a red robe came out. While Percy couldn't see past the robe, he didn't need to see for him to guess what was there. Mechanized sounds filled the air as the Mechanicus Adept made its way over, its many mechanical appendages emerging from its back twisted back and forth, scanning its surroundings. Percy guessed that this was the Mechanicus version of being nervous, furiously scanning surroundings.

He noticed that it hesitated a moment when it 'saw' Euryra, but kept going.

"How may I be of service?"

A synthesized voice droned out, giving no indication of gender to the speaker. Percy retrieved the spoon he had nearby and scooped out some water into it. He placed the utensil in front of the cybernetic being.

"Can you prove to all of us here that this is indeed the chemical Oxidane?"

Percy asked, having looked up the scientific name for water beforehand. The Adept made some movement that was what Percy guessed was its attempt at nodding? He spoke again as it made its way over.

"Now, I would like you all to look closely at the edges of the pool when, uh, the Adept touches it."

Percy mentally berated himself over nearly flubbing the individual's gender when he had no idea what it actually was. The gathered individuals made their way closer to look into the utensil, all of them making sure to give one another as wide of a berth as possible.

The Adept slowly extended an appendage, stopping just above the pool. It then looked at Captain Lu'man who nodded in confirmation. As soon at the limb touched the water, the edges of the pool, the way water attaches to the sides of whatever it's in, collapsed. The previously smooth surface suddenly shook and became turbulent as the liquid seemed to be forced into a new state.

The Adept, after a moment, retraced the limb and spoke.

"There are traces of purifying chemical as well as some minerals and metals, but the primary presence is indeed Oxidane."

Lu'man suddenly approached the spoon, and dipped his hand into the pool. As he brought it up, the water ran off of his ran normally, for someone normally sized.

They all froze, trying to figure out what is going on. Percy decided to explain what was happening.

"It seems, that whatever comes into contact with you, its properties seem to be bent to accommodate to your size. I mean, I'm not sure if you would be able to drink water easily otherwise, due to its nature of beading up and its relative strength at doing so."

The was silence for a moment before the Seer spoke again, this time in an apprehensive tone.

"So, what do you think this means?"

While the question was similar to the previous one, all could tell it was an honest one this time. Percy sighed and gave his honest opinion.

"I think that you guys might actually be-"

"Dark Eldar!"

Everyone's attention snapped to the Tau fire warrior coming in through the open window and the small hole that had been cut in the screen, this, of course, had been authorized by Percy. There was a surprising silence that descended, until Percy realized that the minis were looking at him. Flustered, and thoroughly out of his league, Percy simply shoved the responsibility on them.

"Don't just sit there! Go defend your people!"

There seemed to please all the representatives immensely, all swiftly heading back to their respective transports, the Necrons heading for the monolith that they had teleported in, before all returned to their respective bases as the sound of battle could be heard outside and the bases geared up for a fight.

While Percy wasn't a push over when it came to strategy, he didn't flatter himself and believe that he could order the minis any better than they can themselves. The primary reason that he wasn't worried was because of the Necron fortress in his room, allowing his to sit back and do literally nothing. While he was massive, and knew his way around the house better, it didn't give him any advantage, even over invaders.

Percy wasn't a titan class unit, meaning, he had no armor, no ranged attack, and melee abilities that can be easily seen/dodged. Even the slightest damage was extremely painful, and anything from 40k operated at the constant standard of: OVERKILL, so his participating in any battles made zero sense. Just being there and watching was a horrible idea. Not only was he the easiest target in the universe for the minis, he was also a danger just by simply being in proximity, he already had almost squished someone five times, albeit one of them was a Necron and it probably would had been fine.

But as he hurried to his room, dodging units as he made his way over to his bed and sat on it, he had a horrible realization.

They were fighting Dark Eldar.

He didn't have any Dark Eldar units, nor did his two friends. Meaning, some else's units came to life, and somehow found their way to his house in under a day.

'What the hell is going on...'

"We are being attacked by the Dark Eldar, mon'keigh. I thought you were there for that?"

"Overlord Euryra, please activate the Nodal Grid, I want some privacy and it seems someone is determined to violate that."

"I was simply-"

"Yes, Lord Percival, Nodal Grid has been activated."

Percy was glad that the Necrons had stationed more monoliths around his room. They had a total of 8 monoliths, a doomsday variant, and a trio of obelisks. Percy and thoroughly confident in the fortress he 'designed'. He heard the sound of battle throughout the house, trying the ignore the fear of what exactly they were blowing up down there, but he realized he could use his position of a mistaken deity of sorts and ask the Necrons of fix whatever was damaged, or get the minis to do it, since it was technically their fault since they allowed the damage to occur in the first place. He wouldn't actually hold it against them, he just didn't want his house to got to pieces, literally.

He thoughts wandered back to the Farseer that he just kicked out of his head, while he was immensely happy when he remembered that he could activate the Grid to block out the psykers that had made it their mission to keep tabs on him. While they didn't intrude, he could sense them around his mind, like someone breathing down his neck, watching him. He was sick of it already, and it had only been a few hours.

He hoped that the other minis wouldn't get upset at him for blocking them out, it also allowed him to use the convenient cover of: If they can't get to him at all, neither could anyone else. But then that brought up another thought.

Was he a psyker?

He remembered the reactions of that first psyker, and then the unfortunate fate of the other. Then there was the fact that he could react at all to the action of other psykers against/around him. But the most damming piece of evidence lay in the activation of the Nodal Grid.

He felt cold, and empty. Not a lot, and it wasn't even that uncomfortable, but he noticed.

Most people would be like: "WHAT?! I'm basically a space wizard?! That's amazing!"

But Percy was like: "….Shit...Now I'm a fucking daemon magnet. Literally."

He didn't know how powerful he was, if he abilities over the minis was simply due to his size or his sheer power, he actually hoped it was the former. Bad things happened to people with strong warp signatures, especially after they have awakened their powers.

He suddenly developed a headache as he realized that he was going to have to ask the minis on how to fight and protect himself as a psyker. But hey, on the bright side, he was a psyker!

"….."

There actually wasn't anything good about being a psyker that wasn't countered by horrible repercussions from said benefit. The benefits only really shone when you were decked out with ability boosting psyker gear and had the mental fortitude of Kaldor Drago, otherwise your basically providing hams to daemons and the like.

And when he gets stronger, being in the Nodal Grid was just asking for problems if he gets too used to his warp powers. But hey, if he manages to get on the good side of the Eldar (as unlikely as that is) he might get a Soulstone and might be able to be put into a Wraithknight or something when he dies. That might be pretty cool.

"..."

Probably not now that he thought about it. Wraith constructs need a Seer just to literally see the world around them and be able to tall what was a dream or not. The best bet at being immortal was going the Necron route, which was probably rather safe now that the C'tan weren't around to eat his soul during the process. Hell, if he got a Soul-stone, and integrated wraith material into a necrodermis body, that would be pretty cool. But then again, for his sanity to even remotely survive the process, he would still need insane mental fortitude and will, otherwise he'll end up a mindless warrior of something.

Percy shook his head to clear his thoughts, none of these daydreams were even remotely possible, especially the being friendly with the Eldar. If their race didn't have the ability to somehow throw everyone but themselves (sometimes doing just that) under the bus on a moment's notice, he would be up for befriending them.

They also hated the Necrons with a millennia old rage boner, just getting past that was impossible. The space marines were actually rather loyal, at least the ones here, if you manage not to get shot at first contact. The Tau, while still very much up for throwing people under their own bus, were rather nice to talk to, and actually the most likely to watch your back if you have something to offer them.

The Mechanicus were wrapped around his finger at the moment due to the discover of the computer in the basement. The Guardsmen ultimately listened to the strongest human faction in the area, being the space marines. The Sisters of Battle... he could hear their screaming from all the way in his room. He was honestly going to give them a wide berth until they approach him themselves.

Now, how was he being so calm while there was a war going in his house? While not in space and attacking fully armed bases, Dark Eldar were basically annoyances compared to the other forces that could be brought to bear. Speaking of which.

"Overlord Euryra, it seems all other factions are present, keep that in account."

"Acknowledged: Adapting fortifications for all known races."

He sighs as the fighting dies down, at least inside the house, he could hear more fighting outside. While he himself didn't see any combat, he notices that several skirmishes occurred around the third floor as well, but none were able to get inside he room. Speaking on a whim, he called out to the Necron again.

"You also have full permission to fortify the entire third floor as you see fit, as long as it doesn't compromise the aesthetics upon inspection."

While he knew that he could be in some hot water if the Necrons realize he was just an ordinary human, they were actually the least likely to kill him outright if Euryra was telling the truth when she said she didn't hold a vendetta against all life, which honestly not that hard to believe considering Trazen the Infinite.

"Acknowledged: Fortification of the third level of this structure will being after the removal of hostile forces."

Percy sighed as he flopped down on his bed, it was getting late and the continued excitement was leaving him exhausted. He made a mental note to explain his interrupted theory tomorrow as he eyes slide shut, somehow drowning out the sounds of battle with the gentle humming of Necron energy, and the steady taps and clanks of machinery.

He was getting tired very quickly as of late, he was going to have to look into that at some point.

0000

He was there again.

But it was different.

He was still alone.

But now there was something surrounding him.

If frightened him for a moment.

But then he realized the void was gone.

Around him was green.

It was humming, instead of silence.

There was light, instead of dark.

He felt safe here.

But he was still alone.

He tried to look past the green.

He could still see the void.

He could also see the figure.

It had noticed him.

It was getting closer.

He really hoped it was friendly.

It would be nice for someone to be there with him in the safe green.

He tried to wave to the figure.

He body collapsed before he could.

Ah, well.

Perhaps next time.

He had felt better than the first one.

0000

END OF CHAPTER 8

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Greetlings my honorable readers! It is I, Naveh Sorferts!

I am sorry to report that the cause of last months hiatus was simply because I ran out of steam and drove my creativity and motivation into the ground.

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I've also been dealing with life and college, so that's also been throwing squigs into the gears.

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