For some reason we can't quite put our fingers on, we haven't really jumped into 9th Ed yet. There's been a fair bit of chatter about updates and excitement over the rules changes and design direction etc, but we haven't really done more than just chat yet.
This could be because we're all waiting for the right codexes (codices) to be released, or excitement for other things (me with Necromunda, the rest with their DnD campaign). We were kind of holding our breath waiting to see what impact the new edition would have on our 40k campaign too, and determining what, if anything, we would change to that.
We split an Indomitus box between three of us, and still in November haven't cut anything off the sprues. I'm not sure how I feel about the newer necron stuff. It looks great, don't get me wrong, but I'm not sure how to fit the tripod look into my force. I'm leaning towards providing them more legs at the moment and tying all the 'destroyer cult' models together visually with wraith kits.
But now the 9th ed Necron codex is out, my interest has been somewhat renewed.
So where do my Necrons currently sit:
They are in a pretty good spot at the moment, though a bit dusty. After the tournament last year I haven't touched them at all, however a good chunk of them are painted.
Before delving too far into the new codex my wishlist at the moment contains:
Monolith (the new one looks great, and its always been such a cornerstone of the Necron aesthetic.
Flayed ones (because who doesn't like robots wearing flayed skin)
Ophydian Destroyers (these things look great, I really like the old wraith models before they became the new chunky canoptek type)
converted tomb stalker/sentinel
Fluff:
The thing that drove me to the Mephrit dynasty is just the vast power/scale of their work. They are using suns to power their weapons and technology. One small piece from the Shield of Baal: Exterminatus sums them up perfectly. It briefly mentions the Jade Overlord who ruled over the world of Djagos. To ensure he wasn't disturbed during his great sleep he destroyed every star within a dozen light years.
Overly ridiculous and extreme just paints them even more as the classic cartoon villain with hugely grandiose schemes and methods. This stuff just kinda makes the Imperium pale into insignificance. This phrase in the 1d4chan Necron Dynasty generator also really captured my imagination
The dynasty is planning on doing the incomprehensible for seemingly unknowable reasons. Things like re-aligning suns, carving out planets, draining nebulas, and exterminating all troublemakers in the process.
So from that beginning, what does my corner of the Mephrit Dynasty look like?
Lord Ezandrakh awoke to a scene of entropy. The once lustrous walls of the tomb complex were now cracked, haunted and crumbling. The glow nodes that lit his personal chamber with a warm pink glow were now dulled and flickered intermittently. Further investigation of the room found himself on a slab of pure black granzite with his legs detached from his body. Moments later a soft humming noise in the corridor announced the arrival of one of the canoptek creatures tasked with maintaining the tomb. As it drifted closer towards the lord's severed body, Ezandrakh lashed out with his will. Even though he’d been asleep for aeons, he remembered his life before the order to sleep was given. He relished in the memories of the war in heaven and his roles in bringing the C’Tan to heel, for who could stand opposed to the greatest peoples the galaxy had ever seen. While Ezandrakh was reminiscing, the canoptek spider set about its work of reattaching the lord's legs to his torso. As the fabricator claws made contact though, the shock pulled Ezandrakh from his reverie. With a speed the lord would never have been capable of prior to biotransference the lord lashed out and grabbed the spyder. As his mind returned to the present he tried to perceive how the tomb could have fallen into such disrepair. His engrammic circuitry began computing the possible causes and kept hitting a block, it seemed a particular part of his neurocircuitry had also been damaged in his slumber. Again and again he hit the block and was incapable of continuing his line of thought. As the block kept holding his thoughts, the lord's mind became enraged until finally he snapped. Like a recoiling band the neuro circuitry responsible for deep thought and contemplation broke, shattering the section of code.
All of this happened in mere moments, and no sooner had he grabbed the canoptek spyder, he had ripped its head from its body in his rage.
Like a whip crack, the lord’s mind struck out to the now headless spyder, and controlling its fabricator claws fashioned himself atop it, fusing his torso to its mighty form. Ezandrakh was reborn, and the destroyer lord was not one to take the desolation of his Tomb World lightly.