Cur'A'Sol, Necron Lord of Kronos, Nemesor of the Crimson Guard, looked at the angel above. The idea that the planet had the right to anything was quite silly tot the ancient noble, to whome most of the younger races were but toddlers trying to impress the other toddlers in the playground. However, for the simply sake of diplomacy, Cur'A'Sol would indulge the winged alien. "To retake the planet would imply that the planet ever belonged to another. The planet was always under Necron rule, and that claim has not disappeared. Merely our absence does not give primitives the right to lay claim to those worlds rightfully belonging to the Necron." In life, Cur'A'Sol had been quite an elegant gentleman, and a bit of a diplomat, which made him far more agreeable than most Necron Lords. However, even he was not inclined to mercy. "However, if you are implying that they would attempt to take this planet from it's rightful owner, then is that not little more than an invasion? Their ignorance can be forgiven, and as such I have the amnesty to allow them to leave before rebuilding this planet as a Tomb World, but to remain would be an act of war against me, and the Triad."