|Hive Fleet Gorgon
||[Jul. 13th, 2005|03:51 pm]
The Man-God's Eternal War
The gaunt tyranid creature loped through the mutated vegetation, its brood close at its heels. The dying light of the planet's suns, darkened by vaporous spore clouds, threw bloody patterns across the rushing aliens. Scythe-like talons held close to their sides, They loped easily through the darkening day.|
Images and urges flickered over the simple minds of the gaunts, held in the hivemind by the presence of the large leader-beasts running close by. The body of the Tyranis whole had met its first true resistance; takne the first casulaties of any note. The brood could see through the collective what awaited them over the next rise in the land: the hardskin warrior variants.
The gaunt brood crested the rise and continued across the open ground toward the structure that the hivemind commanded.
A formed stone structure, it held the warriors that had come to stall the arm of the Devourer. Bright flashes of light lanced from the structure, lancing through the air and into living landscape of gaunts. Possessing a small defensive barrier, the hardskins within were adding to it with the waves of tyranid dead. A burst of bright light to the right of the brood, and a dozen termagaunts disappeared from the mind. Spotting a low breach in the corpse-wall, the mind directed the gaunts through.
With a hiss, the brood re-directed its advance towards the breach. Seemingly extraneous organs came to life. Electric fire injected to nervous systems. Muscles flexed and worked past what they could normally do. The brood surged forward, tearing up ground sodden with violet ichor. Talons reaching, the gaunts hit the breach.
The lead row exploded in a concentrated burst of fire from the hardskin defenders. The follwers hurdled the dead, hurling themselves at their prey. Several more were killed or crippled immediately, blinking out of the swirling prescence of the hivemind. A few found their marks. One leaped forward, hind claws grasping the prey's chest plate, and drove its blade-sharp talons into the vulnerable flesh exposed around its neck. Another, spine broken, manged to sever the weapon arm of one of the prey while its broodmate came from the side, tearing at wounded arm.
The brood pushed into the perimeter, moving after after the prey that retreated quickly back.
A flash of movement at the structures apex. Then fire.
One of the hardskins' leader-creatures had lain in wait. Now, it's weapon spewed forth pyroclasm upon the advancing brood. Caught unprepared, Many were set aflame, limbs withering, eyes melting and running down blackened faces. Then the lancing bursts of metal returned. The last surviving gaunt felt the urge of retreat. As it turned to leap back into the waiting cover of its fellows, it slammed into something in mid-air.
A great claw of iron had caught the gaunt. As it began to close around the tyranid's now shattered body, it turned. In its darkening vision, it saw what appeared to be one of the hardskins. Its head was obscured and it was harnessed to the great metal creature that now grasped it. The wail and cry of the strange softskin mingled with the shriek of the gaunt as the claw popped it like ripe spore.
The Mind saw the battle through its many eyes. The gaunts were an expendable part of its body. They all were. Now, something different was needed. The flying eyes of the fleet had found an advancing line, heading for the structure: re-enforcements. This prey had to be consumed quickly. Impulses traveled along great, aetheric nerves. The war-beast answered. The battleground flowed over the organs of the hivemend. As did the knowledge of the opposition. The gigantic lifted it head, saliva dripping from the adamantine laced tusks of its lower jaw. Enormous crablike claws flexed against huge razor talons. The carnifex rose and stalked towards its prey.