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Seventh stood among the dead and the dying, bodies torn and ragged coated the streets in their Blood. A gruesome display of severed limbs and insides hung from every available space. It was a true bloodbath, but it was no achievement.
The small things had ran from him cowered in fear and tried to escape the coming madness. To little to late for some many had been killed by that of there own species, trampled underfoot by the terrified mob. Seventh had slaughterd them, screamed at them to fight, would none challenge him? Was not one of this pathetic race worth a single thing! Seventh had cried out to them for a champain, for one to step forth in the defence of there own race. Not one had turned to face him Seventh craved a worthy opponent something or someone that would prove Seventh as a warrior. Mother had died because of his failure why hadnt he been better? Why was he so weak? He needed to be strong, he needed to...to fight. For Mother he must be strong for Mother.
Rage filled his heart as he thought of her death the Small things would be sorry, Seventh will make them pay! Seventh struck out in anger at a human who was trying to crawl out of reach and used his claws to puncture its spine. They didnt deserve mercy, they didnt deserve anything.

Loyality was a funny thing
Fifth was no-longer going to serve under First, Seventh could sense Fifth's anger for First, but something had changed, Fifth was behaving erratically and Seventh could feel First's worry.. his fury. They were going to fight this was assured but who would Seventh answer to? Fifth was so young but so talented, he was ready, he was direct, he was stronger, First was outdated, used an object of annoyance.
...?!? Wait, No, Stop!???... Yes.. No,No....
No, Seventh couldnt let this happen Fifths emotions were clouding Sevenths judgement.
First was the answer, he was skilled, he was experianced, he was chosen to lead by Mother. But would Mother have chosen him over Fifth? Seventh head was spinning was thoughts and questions. What to do! What to do! Seventh begun to ponder the consequences of backing the losser.
Fifth will win.... No First knows how to to fight!
Seventh cut his physic link to the brood, the physic backlash felled him onto his knees. Seventh needed to think for himself it was not a privilege many of his kind got to experiance. It felt like a prison, trapped with only his own thoughts to comfort himself.
Seventh made his chose.
 

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Damn First. Mother would be ashamed of him. Third knew his mission, and it lied with Fifth. Leading the fanatical humans to the upper levels, where Third expected to meet Fifth, he sliced down fleeing humans mercilessly. The crowd behind him grew silent. These aren't the ones who were supposed to die... "Kill it!" roared the lead human behind him. At once, dozens of guns began to fire at Third, and he was left with no choice. Their trust has been lost.

Third turned heels and charged towards the crowd. Spinefists punched through multiple humans at a time, while his Scything Talons dismembered and hacked in a wide arc. The humans screamed in pain and terror as they backed away. Third roared in triumph and allowed them to flee. He had to regroup with Fifth.
 

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Fourth, moving from the shadows, decided first was the true leader, fifth was just someone trying to steal what he does not have, then frist let out a signel by acsident, indicating a cult was on this planet! Fourth had no time to lose, he must find a cult genesteal and bring it to his master! Fourth set off at a hell bent pace in joy for a chance to please first.

A while later.....

Shadows!!! Fourth kept seeing them run from him in the dank allys, running, climbing, dissapearing... *BAM* a clumbsy genestealer runs into a wall infront of fourth without knowing it, and being nocked unconscious by a falling brick and Fourth saw this as a chance to gain his leaders friendship and achive his original goal of helping frist in anyway he can. Fourth started moveing off to find first with the genestealer and grinned the whole way
 

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Sixth screeched as he saw the Genestealer brood attack the humans. Wait, Genestealers.
Of course... this is why the humans are fighting one another.
this dawned on Six as he cleaved apart a Human and spun and decapitated another, if they could find the patriarch. First could take control of these Genestealers, and a new Hive-fleet would attack this planet with a fury.
Six sliced down three more humans before he saw First. Sixth screetched his arrival as he jumped over a dead Human and decapitated another with ease.

Sixth raised his talon and "waved" at First, giving him a sign that he would fight for First.
 

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Eighth knew first was the only one who had been alive when the hive fleet had been here. He was the only one who knew Our true goals and destiny. Eighth would kill Fifth if he challenged first.

Eighth moved to the stairwell and moved up. Exploring the next level up he listened in his mind for the threads of the genestealer cult's passive brood telepathy. Slowly he followed the sounds, for hours he stalked... there were two brief encounters where he used his massive devourer to mow down some civilians.

After hours Eighth finally found a hovel where dozens of humans were... but they were not afraid. Eighth thought this was strange. He walked up to them, and they parted the way. He had to crouch to enter the door way, and inside he found what he had been looking for. Genestealers.... two dozen. They were hibernating, but the cultists where tending to them.

Eighth Immediately used all his will to call out to firsts to show him in his mind's eye what he had found....

Just then a massive Genestealer Came into view... It was the Patriarch, and it peered into Eighth...

ooc: (if you want him to dominate me you can, i will play along till first can come for me, other wise i will try a battle of wills over this patriarch)
 

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Fifth realized that, as it caught the stray thought from First, that it would have to act now, it sent a call, almost directly after First sent his, Fifths call was more subtle, trying to override the control that First had on the Warrior Brood.
No avail, it sensed Second shun its contact, the same went for Fourth, Sixth and Eighth, though it felt that Seventh was in turmoil before he severed the link with the Synapse; but then there was Third.
Fifth had been sensing discontent within Third towards First for some time, it knew that the ire Third held could be useful and that had been proven.

Third was its, although Fifth would tread carefully lest the third-born turn against it as well, with Third aiding Fifth that made two, with some luck Seventh would turn against First.
Fifth acted, using its mind to 'blot out' any of Firsts commands, this had to work, it had to get to the Genestealers before First or his Brood or Fifth would be slain or driven out.

It heard gunfire and sensed Third close by, knowing that it could not lose its only ally Fifth raced down, only to find that Third had routed them single-handedly, Fifth approached third and sent a congratulatory impulse, but with a questioning with in it, would Third aid Fifth? If so then Fifth would relay its orders to find the Genestealer Patriarch, and fast.

It couldn't waste anymore time and sent an impulse of haste to Third, they must move out and find the Patriarch now, before any others, Fifth suited its own thoughts and raced off.
 

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ooc: You`ve all replied within a day! This is fucking epic! :laugh:


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First searched, but to no avail. The genestealers had seemingly cleared out, something else drawing their attention. First sent his senses out, searching for his broodmates.

Fifth had detached himself, as was to be expected. It had become a race to find the broodlord first, whoever won would likely gain control of the genestealer cult and become undisputed pack leader. Suddenly an impulse from Fourth caught First`s attention. Fourth was approaching with a genestealer cultist captive. Excellent!

As First moved to rendesvous with Fourth, he caught sight of Sixth just a little ahead. Linking up, the two of them cleared a bloody path towards the gunline, which had begun to rapidly disperse. As the two of them ran, bio weapon blasts began to soar overhead and impact the humans ahead of them. First sent an impulse of gratitude to Second as the deathspitter wielding warrior made his presence known.

Of Seventh, First could not sense anything. And Third had clearly chosen to side with Fifth. And Eighth? First had sensed his loyalty, but now his mind had been... obscured.

First deduced that it was likely he had found the broodlord in its nest. In such a situation, the cultists would pool their psionic efforts and attempt to isolate the intruder from its fellows...

Fourth arrived moments later, and First used the captive to deduce the location of the nest. They had to move quickly...

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Meanwhile, Fifth and Third had located the nest, but could not enter without alerting the cultist sentries. In a risky move, Fifth decided it was better for First and his lackeys to take the brunt of the attack...

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Eighth was being hammered relentlessly by constant cultist attacks. They were not strong enough or well equipped enough to do anything more than superficial damage, but under constant psionic barrage from the broodlord, Eighth was hard pressed to fight coherently, and many of his swings cleaved only air. Frustration began to get the better of him, and he started to retreat, trying to get clear of the broodlord`s powerful psychic attack. He needed help.

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First led Second, Fourth and Sixth with screams and roars of fury and aggression as they charged the unlavished hab that housed the heart of the infestation. Here was the key to rebuilding the swarm, and it would belong to First no matter what!

The sentries charged forward in defence. First felled half a dozen with his spinefists before barging through the rest and smashing aside the door that fronted the stealer nest. His brood followed swiftly behind. Inside they found Eighth under siege, the broodlord glowering over the futile combat with a sadistic sense of glee. It faded immediately when it locked eyes with First.

Suddenly, more thoughts entered the area. They were not friendly. With a gesture from their master, dormant coccoons unravelled and the purestrain genestealers that had been sleeping awoke. Twelve of the creatures now stood between the warrior brood and their target...

Outside, Fifth and Third decided it was time to move.

Not far away, Seventh rushed to help his chosen leader.

And the attack began...


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Second: The purestrain genestealers are a lethal threat, even to the true children of the Hive. And three of them have targeted you. Defend yourself. Under such a threat, you are unable to help any of your allies.

Third: You must ensure that Fifth has a chance to reach the genestealer broodlord, by eliminating the dozens of cultists that bar your path.

Fourth: Four of the purestrain genestealers now attack you. Though your lashwhip makes the fight easier, you are still under heavy pressure.

Fifth: Strike at the Broodlord! He must not be killed, he must be subdued alive and controlled if we are ever to control his army of cultists. Duke it out, but don`t resolve the fight yet. The outcome will be detailed in the next update.

Sixth: Regardless of who becomes the next leader, you realize that the brood must remain as strong as possible. No casualties can be afforded apart from the traitorous Fifth. Fight alongside Eighth and Third, and eliminate the cultists. A purestrain assaults you from behind as you fight. Dozens more cultists have just come in through a side entrance. Their numbers will slow you down.

Seventh: Having made your choice, you lock onto the brood`s position and run as fast as you can to join the fray. Fight your way through the cultists that defend the hab`s perimeter, and take up position at the entrance. Target your enemy with your bio weapon, and fire. The story will take one of two direcions depending on who you follow and you you oppose. Will you side with First or Fifth?

Eighth: With the broodlord`s focus divided, you can fight effectively again. Which is a good thing, because two purestrain genestealers assail you. Being relatively young, this will be a tough fight.


No matter who becomes leader, the final assault is coming. Prepare yourselves, children of the Hive... :spiteful:
 

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Sixth roared as he felt a cultist slam its blade against his carapace.
Sixth spun and knocked the Cultist over before gutting another cultist. Another Cultist ran at him but before it could attack Six, he pumped it full of Devourer bettles. Sixth saw a purestrain enter behind them.
Sixth sent an impulse to the others that they should avoid any close combat with the purestrain, as it would tax them and maybe leave them open to attack.
Six jumped back as the purestrain lashed out at him. Sixth then opened fire with his devourer, trying to kill it at range.
This was actually fun...
 

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Third sent out a weak, synaptic message to Seventh: You do not want to side with First! HE KILLED MOTHER! Join us, and we can avenge her death!

Finishing the message, Third roared terror into the cultists before him and charged. Spinefists recoiled as the cultists hit the walls behind them. His scything talons swung in wide arcs, fueled by the very thought of overpowering First with wave after wave of genestealers! Third didn't care about Fifth's desire to control the brood - Third only cared about seeking vengeance on his First and all who followed him.

The thought sent hot rushes throughout his body as he swung his scything talons around tirelessly, charging and firing his spinefists into the cultists before him. They are flimsy; they break so easily! Fifth must reach the Broodlord: If the Broodlord is subdued, there is absolutely no doubt in Fifth's success. Fifth will gun down the Broodlord before it even reaches him! Multiple stub-rounds pinged off Third's heavy carapace as he continued the slaughter. At last, Everyone before him went silent as Third entered a large room, where the leader stood in the middle.

This wasn't his fight though; this one belonged to Fifth. Third pushed to the side of the room to allow Fifth clear passage. Victory will be ours!
 

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Seventh screached out in agony as the Genestealers claws tore in through the exposed tissue of his right leg. Only moments earlier had Seventh arrived on the scene intent on the butchery of his broods enemies, but he had come face to face with the creature known as the Genestealer and it had just made its first strike. Seventh could see his kin fighting on against the Broodlords minions, but they were vastly outnumbered and for victory to be theirs they must assail their leader before the genestealers have a chance to rally all of their brood. Striking out with his rending claws he swung at his attacker but the genestealer evaded him easily and came back up to ripe huge scars into Sevenths natural carapace armor. Seventh tried to bring down his superior mass upon the being but he was clumsy the creature simply moved out of his way before using its claws to maim Sevenths back. Angry and disoriented Seventh turned to face it, he extended his rending claws in preperation for another attempt and the Genestealer readied itself. To its suprise Seventh opened up with his Devourer, its reaction time was too slow and the toxic ammuition of his weapon sent it down in a horrible display of pain and gurgled noise.
No time
Seventh couldn't waste his energy on such petty matters he needed to move before another one of the things decided to challenge him. Seventh Burst into a run and plowed his way through the cultists as if he was an organic battering ram, trampling all those unfortunite enough to end up on the ground infront of him. He could see First and the others ahead trying to fight their way through the horde of cultists to the large doorway that would lead them to the room were there target was. Fifth and Third were already there, Third stepping aside to let Fifth pass.
Fools did they really thing it was going to that easy?
Seventh erupted from the mob of humans that First busied himself with and ran past Third through the large doorway. Fifth was there and the Broodlord stood on the other side of the long oval space. Seventh could feel what was coming the Broodlord was powered. Seventh threw himself infront of Fifth and raised what little physic shielding he could. The Broodlord let out an overwelling burst of physic energy, Seventh was thrown backwards and crashed into the stone wall behind them to the point that it crumbled and cracked around him. The Pain was unbearable and blood begun to seep from every vein in Sevenths body, he collapsed onto the floor and lay still. Although he managed to spot that Fifth was relitivly unharmed, of all of Sevenths Kin Fifth was the only one who had the strengh to challenge the broodlord, they couldnt lose him, not now.
Sevenths mind was in peril, his body was failing and he was beginning to loose consciousness, his heart begun to falter and despite his efforts his Breathing became shallower and shallower,a darkness was approaching trying to ensnarl him in its cold grip.
If Seventh died this day then his only wish would be that it was not in vain. Fifth must do this... for all of us, for the Hive, for Mother
Whatever his fate was now it was up to destiny to decide.
 

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Eighth's mind was clearing, just in time to see two pure strain genestealers pouncing toward him. He let loose a wild spray from his Devourer, missing wide to the left. the sound of the brain-leech worms popping on the walls was a loud high pitched metal sound. The two Genestealers were more than a match for Eighth, because Eighth only had one rending clawed hand with which to fight in hand to hand. His other three were used to support the weight of his over sized Devourer. He was fighting Defensively. Trying to keep the genestealers back. But Genestealers plunge headlong into battle. They were shock troops, and lunged at Eighth, causing a wound in his side. While the second genestealer used its rending claws on his leg injuring it badly. Eighth lunged himself backward, falling down a few stairs to a lower part of the room. He landed on a gooey slimy floor and slid almost 10 feet. The two Genestealers chased after him leaping into the air, and into Eighths line of fire. Eighth unleashed His eager Devourer on them Killing both Genestealers in a hail of devourering worms.

Eighth rose to his feet and looked about him. There were many unhatched Genestealers here on this lower floor. and he was standing amongst them. Knowing he should not disturb them he began to hobble back towards the stairs.

Just then he Gathered what Seventh was doing, and he knew it was a mistake. First is our leader, and only he could subjugate the broodlord. Eighth also knew the genestealers would be out of control without the broodlord to tie them together. He had to stop fifth from using this opportunity to take out the broodlord. He had to save the broodlord, and first from Fifth's misguided coup.

Hobbling up the stairs, and taking a firing position he aimed his large devourer at Fifth, and readied himself, (overwatch) as soon as Fifth made a move to kill either first or the broodlord, Eighth would unleash hell unto Fifth.
 

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Fourth was suddenly assaulted by 4 genestealers, but being one of the more stealthy of the brood, he had no trouble dodging but they were pretty good too.Fourth finely got tired of playing around and knocked them aside with his lash whip, trying to make sure he didnt kill them as they will be a part of the future of the hive if we succeed. Fourth spotted fifth standing in the doorway with seventh on the ground injured. Fourth screamed in rage as he thought that fifth had injured seventh! Fourth sent his lashwhip flying into some cultis and smashed them around and finely into some other genestealers, who appeared to be helping them. Fourth grinned in malicious comtempt that he licked the blood off his lash whip and set off to find some more.
 

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Fifth hissed and stepped past Third, it needed subdue the Broodlord if it was to gain control.
Seeing opportunity as the Broodlord became distracted by Seventh, who Fifth stepped over and spared a glance. Pity about him, but Fifth could not let an opportunity like this pass without even trying.
Entering the room Fifth shoved cultists out of the way to clear a path, tearing a few in half but not expending much energy, it would need all it could to take the Broodlord.

With a loud screech Fifth lunged, charging into the Broodlord just as he began to turn and confront Fifth, they clashed, Fifth immediately seizing the Broodlords upper arms in its own and pinned his lower scything talons against his chest with Fifths devourer, earning a few small cuts but they were easily ignored.

Fifth brought its head forward sharply into the Broodlords face, dazing its opponent, the Warrior released him; allowing him to stagger back before Fifth pressed the attack.
 

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Second came around the corner that First had gone around and found himself face to afce with three pure genestealers. They looked up at him from the human morsel they had been munching on, and with hungry, hateful eyes they moved towards Second.

Second for his part launched strait into an attack, swiftly cutting dow the first genestealer then moving to the second one. It tryped to leap on his back and eat him, but Second expertly twist aside and then bite its throat, tearing it out in a shower of blood and sinue. Second munched down, savoring the tasty hyvrid meat.

He looked up, forgetting th last one standing there. Unlike its brethern it was no fool, and still yet had human motor skills. It' wielded a firearm that it apparently had broken and now used as a club in its left scyth and swept it high as it brought its claw low. Second jumped to the side, barely dodge the deadly combo as it rained down upon him. He rolled, but was cut on the shoulder throwing his roll off blalance and he came up akwardly.

Thus when he came up did he find the genestealer at his throat, held at bay only by the scythe on his second arm. How was he gonna get out of this one.........
 

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First was assailed by a pair of purestrains and three cultists as soon as the attack began. He swung his blade in a wide arc, but the stealers were swifter than he was, and only one cultist fell to the blade. Striking back, one of the stealers aimed low, hitting First in the lower right of his abdomen while one of the cultists jumped up and grabbed his sword bearing arm, hoping to keep him from swinging.

First roared and slammed his sword up against the wall, crushing the cultist. Before he could bring the blade to bear, the first stealer leaped onto his back and began clawing at his face. The other charged rapidly. With so little time to react, First simply opened fire indiscriminately in front of him, fortune favouring his survival as the genestealer fell dead at his feet. The first stealer gripped the left side of his skull and tensed its grip. First screamed in pain as that portion of its cranial carapace shattered, had the eye not been gone already First would have lost it now...

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Ironically, First`s younger broodmates were faring far better than he was. As Fourth and Eighth dispatched their respective foes, they became aware of Second`s plight. Assailed by four of the purestrains, Second had exceeded the survival expectations a brood leader would normally have given. With a few shots from the devourer killed the remaining cultists whilst the lashwhip from Fourth`s arm caught the genestealer in the back, distracting it just long enough to gie Second the edge he needed.

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The broodlord snarled as the warrior before it drove it backwards step by step. The broodmasters had returned to enslave the brood once more, just as he and his progeny had finally become accustomed to their freedom. And now they were to lose it again? For what? For these children of the Hive to have some vain attempt at revenge? Foolishness. The broodlord tried to focus his awesome psychic power, but the constant death knells of his children hammered his mind incessantly, until at last it seemed as though he had submitted...

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And then the place lit up. The Imperials had found the genestealer`s lair at last, and now they had come to finish it.


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THIS IS YOUR FINAL UPDATE. EVERYTHING HAPPENS HERE!

Missiles hammer into the infested hab. The walls cave in and hundreds of imperial soldiers close in. Among them are the last squad of ultramarine tyranid hunters. The brood is well and truly finished...

As the scene unfolds around you, First raises his bonesword from the ruins. It glows with psionic energy, and it calls to each of you.

Fifth: You can take this oppurtunity to kill First, but will be gunned down if you linger in the area.

All: Your final post, make this epic.

Option 1: Stand and fight. Take a bloody toll of the humans before you are finally brought down by weight of fire. If you fight, you will die.

Option 2: Flee. Leave the fight and save your own life. You will spend the remainder of your life alone in the underhive, forever hunted.This is the only way your character will stay alive.

Option 3: First`s bonesword is pulsating with psionic energy. It seems to be drawing on your mind. Will you submit and allow this to happen? If you do, you will be gunned down or cut to pieces by the attacking forces.
 

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Third stared down upon Seventh as he lay twitching on the ground. This truly was the end for this stupid creature. Thought he could save Fifth! Ha! Such dumb heroism wasn't even glanced upon by the other "brothers"! Third snarled and hurled a glob of spit at Seventh's open eye, before pounding off.

Third didn't bother communicating with his fellow broodmates. They were done, but if we had to die, Third would make damn sure he took as many of them with him! Third let out an ear-splitting screech that slammed into the ears of thousands of humans and created activity in the still air. Feeling his adrenaline kick in and turn his blood red-hot, he launched himself into the fray of gunfire disregarding the intense pain as dozens of lasers panged into him. Third was within a meter of the endless horde, before he turned his attention towards one intimidating, large man. He was clad in heavy blue carapace, not unlike the others that Third faced before, however this one seemed to glow from within with a white aura. He wore a white, ormented helmet and bore two large claws that seethed with energy - like a cross between First's bonesword and his broodmates' rending claws.

Third launched himself towards this larger warrior, roaring his ferocity. The man quickly swung around to meet Third's blow and knocked him back. Suddenly the gunfire around him ceased and the men cleared out of the way - they were afraid to hit their own leader-beast. The man yelled with a robotic voice and charged at Third. Third quickly regained his balance and launched himself backward to avoid the blow. The enemy stumbled for a second, which gave Third a moment to pounce upon his prey, scything talons extended. Third's talons stuck into the white-headed enemy as he reeled backwards.

Third quickly sheathed his talons and jumped back for a second blow. Third's talons were swund aside as the monster batted them with a claw. Third knew it was certain death at this point. The man took a massive step forward and thrust his spare claw into Third's chest with ease. He stumbled backward and fell down. This wasn't supposed to be... He thought. THEY ARE THE PREY! NOT US! With that, the man ordered forcefully "Finish this xenos fillth!"

At once, Third was bombarded by las-blasts until his life finally fled from his yellowed eyes and his tail ceased thrashing.
 

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Fourth was dodging around, bouncing to and fro, moveing to first bonesword, it seemed attracting, calling, fourth ran forth but got pounded by an artillery blast, his consciousness pounding, leaving, dieing. Fourth thought of the last of moments of battle as he died, and finelly, another blast finnished him.
 

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Fifth had driven the Broodlord back and now it seemed as though he had submitted, but there was no time to cement the Warriors hold on his mind, it resorted to sending an overpowering command to the Broodlord to take the remaining Cultists and Genestealers and assault the humans, Fifth knew they would perish but could provide a higher death toll amongst the humans.

Fifth could see a great opportunity, it could slay First right now, but doing so would mean its own death and anyway, what was the point? The Brood would most likely die, and those that fled would be alone forever, no Fifth would not submit to First nor would it kill him; they had to put aside enmities and hatreds and die as true Children of the Hive.

It watched, and felt, as Third died, taking many down with him Fifth felt an alien pang of loss, that one had been an excellent Warrior.
Fifth screeched and launched itself at the Imperial Guard, a swift uppercut tearing ones ribcage open and its devourer slaying two in a hail of flesh worms.

Fifth knew it would die and resolved itself to take out as many as it could, a flurry of las-rounds hit Fifths chest, knocking it backwards and cracking the exoskeleton, it shrieked angrily and opened fire, cutting down some of its assailants before a bolt round impacted directly in its shoulder, knocking it down.

The Tyranid struggled getting up, its flesh pitted and bleeding from continuous attack and with a berserker roar Fifth launched itself at the Ultramarine that had shot it.
It closed the distance rapidly and, despite taking terrible damage to the devourer, closed upon the blue-armoured warrior and knocked his bolter from his hand by bringing its rending claw around and crushing the Marines wrist.
Relentless in its attack; Fifth gave its foe no chance to draw blade and forcibly knocked the Marine to the ground and locking its jaws around the marines helmeted head.

The Ultramarine grasped Fifths throat in his good hand and squeezed, the cartilage of the Warriors throat slowly giving way as increased pressure was exerted; Fifth’s growl was choked and muffled but it also bit down harder, the helmet beginning to change shape from the power of Fifths jaws.
A loud crack was heard and the Marines grip tightened further for a moment before slackening and letting go; Fifth pulled its head back, releasing the remains of the Marines head from bloody jaws, shards of thick bone and brain matter dripping to the floor, and wheezed out a rasping cry of triumph. It was short-lived.

A grenade went off in front of Fifth, sending it tumbling backwards, as it struggled to rise an Ultramarine, chainsword whirring, approached; it couldn’t get up, its legs twisted and back broken.
Fifth managed a threatening hiss before the blade was driven through it, pinning the broken warrior to the floor, it snarled and shrieked, trying to escape, to fight, to kill.
But it was no use and Fifth slowly went limp, the cunning light leaving its eyes as the life left it. Moments before Fifths death, it sent a savage impulse into the minds of the remaining Brood, trying to make them fight harder, longer and kill more.
So many aspirations, so much unspent potential, all gone now.

The Marine looked down at the body beneath his foot, foul xeno scum, they were only fit to die, he activated the chainsword, effectively tearing Fifth’s body in half before turning and rejoining the fight.
 

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Sixth saw the death of Broodmates around him, grusome, bloody deaths, he saw the Genestealers flee at the Imperials wrath.

Sixth screeched, this was not how it was supposed to end, the Hive Fleet was supposed to return, they were supposed to destroy this world and feed, like they always did. But he guessed that never would've happened...
...Wait, what was this feeling, grief, regret.
No, it was fear, he had never felt fear before, it was eating away at him.

Then a thought sprung into his mind.

If Six could escape the battle and hide, he might be able to signal the Hive Fleet, and then he would survive and live longer.

Yes, Six must do that.

But as Six was thinking of this, an Imperial soldier came up to Six and slashed at him with a whirring blade, severing Sixths devouer from him. As the biomorph died, it sprayed larve with reckless abbadon, killing the warrior and letting Six get away.

Six jumped over a dead Genestealer and ducked a lowflying lasbolt. He kept running on, ducking through doors and killing families.

Three Hours Later

Six squeezed up against the wall, trying to avoid the Imperials on patrol.
BUt it was no use, instead of ignoring the dark passageway, they just fired the flamer down the passageway.
Six felt the flames swelling around him, burning his skin and frying his nerves.
Six felt his life leave him. His mind was dying, then, he felt one thought he never knew existed.

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The walls fell before the onslaught, huge projectiles slammed into the chamber and sent bodies flying through the air, confusion rapidly took over, and the combatants panned and scurried around the chamber in a frantic mess either trying to find refuge from the death that rained from above or to find their attackers. The roof bulked above them and huge chucks of stone and rubble fell onto the amassed crowd, crushing many beneath it into nothing but blood and bone. Lights shone in through the gaps were the roof had fell and ropes fell between them, figured steamed down them dropping from the very skis to strike at their enemy cutting a swath of death into the crowd as they went. Humans poured in through every entrance and wasted no time immediately adding to their brethrens carnage with their own firepower.
No….No It can’t end like this!
Seventh tried to stand but his body lacked the strength. Fifth and Third! Seventh called to them surely they would help him, wouldn’t they? Seventh summoned up what little strength he had to turn his head towards Third.
Help…..
Third stared down at him but he did not move, but all he did was snarl and hurl spit at Seventh before disappearing into the chaos. Seventh was taken aback, he could feel the wet saliva sliding down his alien features and onto the cold floor. Third was no brother of Seventh Third was nothing anymore, Seventh had come to their aid and this was what he got? Seventh made a decision he was going to kill Third… One day.
As the battle raged on around him however, Seventh continued to lay immobile on the floor of his enemies home. But something had changed, yes First was calling to him! Seventh thought about what might happen if he stood, No his brood needed him this was his time to show them that he was worthy of Mother. Seventh tried once again to move, using his rending claws to push himself upwards he poured all of what little was left of his energy into lifting himself up the pain was intense his every cell seemed to curse him for it but he couldn’t give up now. Using what wall space hadn’t already crumbled to support himself Seventh made his way towards the battle, intent on saving his Brood.
Seventh was too late, as he stared out towards the battlefield he could see that all was lost. To his right Fifth lay dead or dying beneath the heels of a huge Blue creature, Fourth screeched as a missile collided with the ground next to him his limp body, thrown like a ragdoll into the oncoming humans but he was already dead Seventh could feel the absence of his mind. But then there was Third, Seventh smiled to himself he may not have been able to finish Third off, but the Humans could. Third was pulverized by the creatures, bright red light pounded into him from all directions, slowly he to fell to the small things. The rest of his brood lay scattered either buried in rubble or among the countless piles of the dead. The Brood was finished, but Seventh didn’t have to be Seventh had promised Mother, said that he would be strong, to be the best. It was not his time to leave this world.
Seventh turned… and Ran disappearing into the darkness of the night clasping his wounds, there would be other opportunities to fight but one of them had to be here when the legendary Hive fleet returns. Seventh was never seen again, but many of the slums families tell of a creature that stalks in the night, Why it is there nobody known’s, but sometimes they say that when you listen close enough you can hear it, calling.
 
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