For The Hive! (action)
Read the Final Rules Post of the recruitment thread before you begin.
The Imperium af Man may have won what they considered a victory, but an alien foe such as the tyranid was not one to be underestimated. Even though Tarsis Ultra had been saved from the full fury of the Hive Fleet, the warriors of the Great Devourer were far from vanquished...
A lone tyranid warrior limped back to the hidden caverns where it had taken to resting. For many months now, it had taken to preying on the nearby villages alongside its broodmates, slowly returning stocks of biomass to their mother, the last surviving Dominatrix on the planet.
The Mother`s survival was crucial if the Hive was ever to be restored. At the moment, their numbers were dangerously low, made even worse by the loss of the Warrior`s brood. Its spinefists hung limply at its side and It only carried one of its two boneswords. The other had been lost...
It entered the caves cautiously, giving a glance over its shoulder to ensure it had not been followed. It did not see anything, so continued.
Entering the presence of The Mother, it conveyed its disappointment at the result of their most recent foray.
!!! Alarm suddenly crossed their minds, The Dominatrix roared in fury as the interlopers began to file into the cave. The humans shouled in their panicky voices, hefting weapons and preparing to aim at the Queen of the fledgling Hive.
With no choice, The Mother released a psionic impulse, awakening the latest batch of eggs laid. They were warriors, and their screeches could be heard as they clawed their way free.
The First Warrior sprang into action, knowing that to delay was to risk damage to Mother. It roared as it charged, swinging it remaining bonesword and decapitating the nearest human soldier before turning back momentarily to check up on the hatchlings. It knew that each of them was instantly self aware, but at the same time, the influence of the synapse web was only as strong as their presence on the world.
With only one Dominatrix on the planet, and wounded as she was, the newborns would be largely autonomous...
First could only assume that their instincts would serve them well...
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All: You are newly hatched. You are completely aware of your motor skills and abilities. But at first you have no thoughts as to your purpose. Your only clues as to your first actions are the large creature behind you, to whom you feel an affinity, and the attacking humans before you, who you feel instinctive enmity towards.
One of your brood kin is under attack. Your first act will go a long way towards establishing your developing persona.
There are about two dozen human attackers. Your kill limit is five, or less.
Nonsense is our Salvation
Last edited by Serpion5; 08-31-10 at 08:40 AM.