Unfortunately cows are extinct in 40k
Cacophony (A Zerg ....Presidency Quest? In 40k??)
- Thread starter Dapperlad1
- Start date
- Crossover Mature Sci-Fi
Unfortunately cows are extinct in 40k
This is why Pizadyne needs to exist!
Term 1.2
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The drone comes alive, rushing towards trees and ripping through them with what will likely be the last mineral hardened mandibles and manipulators. Enough are felled that, when the Drone enters its cocoon, burning through interior biomass reserves to create the last hope of Zerg, more drones can be grown afterwards. A hatchery rips into the earth, spilling its claws and roots to hook, spreading a wave of Creep wide to intake photons.
A peculiar time passes, larvae sprout free from the hatchery. The local area is rich, dense in biomass beyond most areas the Zerg have seen, allowing an impressive rate of growth. Hundreds of drones swarm out, consuming the local environment to produce more, infest more. An evolution chamber rises high, dug into the earth as well to provide sufficient space for the articles of sequence weaving and identification.
Five hundred drones now roam, the last used in the growth of the Chamber, cutting trees, slaughtering wildlife too slow to run and swallowing masses of micro-life, consuming even the bacterial flora and fauna of the environment.
The First Mind chooses to be broad in his influence, not directing the swarm to specifics in his term of dominion, allowing free growth. During this time, several instances of long-distance visual contact with Terrans are reported. The drones attempt stealth and seem unnoticed by them, being at least, from a guess owing to his Terran life, eight kilometres away from the Terrans.
However, they seem ill-fed, malnourished. Shorter and thinner than Zhakarov would remember. It is unknown where in the universe the Swarm is, making it a conundrum that currently has no answer.
Within the depths of the Swarm, a hypothesis is posited.
"The damage done to our genetic code is in line with the damage done by intense radiation, especially astronomic radiation, over a tremendous period of time. But that begs the question, what did we pass through to arrive here? And how long did we spend in that perceived instant?"
First Mind Zhakarov, "On The Nature of The Arrival."
Remaining in control, the First Mind stretches his perceptions. The forest ends in five days, whilst the smog in the distance is revealed to be a city of Terrans by scent and long-distance visual identification. The radio signals touch at antennae, but the encoding, transmission and logic of the radio is beyond the drones simple mind.
An evolution chamber stands ready to process the secrets of sequencing and assist any in the development of new adaptations or the re-evolution of old forms, old morphological creations that served the swarm well in ages past.
Guide us, First Mind.
Rolls:
Evolution Roll "On The Nature of Arrival"=d8(8)
Growth Roll "Planetfall"=2d6(6,6)
Continuance Roll
Must exceed 1
D6=3
First Mind Zhakarov remains in control.
A peculiar time passes, larvae sprout free from the hatchery. The local area is rich, dense in biomass beyond most areas the Zerg have seen, allowing an impressive rate of growth. Hundreds of drones swarm out, consuming the local environment to produce more, infest more. An evolution chamber rises high, dug into the earth as well to provide sufficient space for the articles of sequence weaving and identification.
Five hundred drones now roam, the last used in the growth of the Chamber, cutting trees, slaughtering wildlife too slow to run and swallowing masses of micro-life, consuming even the bacterial flora and fauna of the environment.
The First Mind chooses to be broad in his influence, not directing the swarm to specifics in his term of dominion, allowing free growth. During this time, several instances of long-distance visual contact with Terrans are reported. The drones attempt stealth and seem unnoticed by them, being at least, from a guess owing to his Terran life, eight kilometres away from the Terrans.
However, they seem ill-fed, malnourished. Shorter and thinner than Zhakarov would remember. It is unknown where in the universe the Swarm is, making it a conundrum that currently has no answer.
Within the depths of the Swarm, a hypothesis is posited.
"The damage done to our genetic code is in line with the damage done by intense radiation, especially astronomic radiation, over a tremendous period of time. But that begs the question, what did we pass through to arrive here? And how long did we spend in that perceived instant?"
First Mind Zhakarov, "On The Nature of The Arrival."
Remaining in control, the First Mind stretches his perceptions. The forest ends in five days, whilst the smog in the distance is revealed to be a city of Terrans by scent and long-distance visual identification. The radio signals touch at antennae, but the encoding, transmission and logic of the radio is beyond the drones simple mind.
An evolution chamber stands ready to process the secrets of sequencing and assist any in the development of new adaptations or the re-evolution of old forms, old morphological creations that served the swarm well in ages past.
Guide us, First Mind.
Rolls:
Evolution Roll "On The Nature of Arrival"=d8(8)
Growth Roll "Planetfall"=2d6(6,6)
Continuance Roll
Must exceed 1
D6=3
First Mind Zhakarov remains in control.
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- Pronouns
- He/Him
Huh...not bad progress Zhakarov, and your mind is strong...for now.
[X] Infestation
-[X] Turn 1
--[X] Morph 3 new evolution chambers
--[X] Morph 60 new drones
--[X] 60 drones will be tasked with scouting and capturing local fauna. 20 will go north, 20 will go west, and 20 will go east. Avoid terrans.
--[X] Two evolution chambers will try infesting the captured specimens to see if anything is useful to the swarm.
--[X] One evolution chambers will specifically try to infest a local organism with good sensory organs to use as a spy.
--[X] One evolution chambers will attempt to infest the local flora as well.
--[X] Seven drones will carefully go south and maintain a long range watch of the terrans and their city.
-[X] Turn 2
--[X] Morph 6 new evolution chambers
--[X] Scouting and capture tasks will continue
--[X] Four evolution chambers will try infesting the captured specimens to see if anything is useful to the swarm.
--[X] Two evolution chambers will specifically try to infest a local organism with good sensory organs to use as a spy.
--[X] Two evolution chambers will attempt to infest the local flora as well.
--[X] Two evolution chambers will adapt drones for digging more effectively.
-[X] Turn 1
--[X] Morph 3 new evolution chambers
--[X] Morph 60 new drones
--[X] 60 drones will be tasked with scouting and capturing local fauna. 20 will go north, 20 will go west, and 20 will go east. Avoid terrans.
--[X] Two evolution chambers will try infesting the captured specimens to see if anything is useful to the swarm.
--[X] One evolution chambers will specifically try to infest a local organism with good sensory organs to use as a spy.
--[X] One evolution chambers will attempt to infest the local flora as well.
--[X] Seven drones will carefully go south and maintain a long range watch of the terrans and their city.
-[X] Turn 2
--[X] Morph 6 new evolution chambers
--[X] Scouting and capture tasks will continue
--[X] Four evolution chambers will try infesting the captured specimens to see if anything is useful to the swarm.
--[X] Two evolution chambers will specifically try to infest a local organism with good sensory organs to use as a spy.
--[X] Two evolution chambers will attempt to infest the local flora as well.
--[X] Two evolution chambers will adapt drones for digging more effectively.
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Currently I'm planning to squirrel away a drone with some biomass reserves on turn 3. Didn't have enough for a full hatchery at the moment. Otherwise everything is in flux depending on what the scouting and infestation results are.
very nice
What do you mean? We're barely getting started.
Term 1.3/Selection Season 2.
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Drones are sent all directions save for south, ranging for exploration and capture. Several artefacts of the local environment are recovered and infested in evolution chambers under the thousand watching eyes of First Mind Zhakarov.
Captured specimens are mostly worthless. A few large reptiles are promising to begin with until their musculature is found to be lacking, mostly fatty tissue resembling livestock moreso than usable life. Aerial forms are difficult to capture, but the intellect of drones is sufficient to construct basic rock-fall traps for them before dragging them back to the Chambers for resequencing.
A flying insect with impressive size is selected, its body takes well to the infestation and its repetitive, hydraulic flying method, using fluid to forcefully move wings at much greater velocities than muscle normally can. Its brain is small and its eyes are reasonably perceptive, allowing us to put it to use immediately.
Able to fly at an impressive, to Zhakarov's eyes, fifty kilometres an hour and with Zerg adaptations to fatigue buildup and caloric usage, do it for a day before exhaustion kills it,
Its sequences are installed, its evolutionary attributes understood and its body replicated and installed into our larvae. The Hoverwing owing to its quad-wing approach to flight, is integrated into the swarm, with little ability to meaningfully harm another creature as it stands, but a flight ceiling of nearly a kilometre and extended range beyond our drones off creep.
The local flora is adapted, brought to heel and increasing our biomass gain significantly, swallowing solar energy and digging roots to tap minerals unique to this world and processing them most effectively.
To the north, the pole is eventually struck in ten days of travel, whilst to the east and west, we run into more centres of civilization, the Terrans are well-populated here. A few are spotted hunting in the woods, but are generally avoided and do not near our creep yet, though with expansion of our means, this may not be true soon enough.
Staring at the denser southern cities, the drones observe much, from civil disobedience to Terran military action, armed but not notably armoured males and females moving into streets and utilizing basic energy-based weaponry to silence dissent. No aerospace assets ae deployed, odd with our instinctual understanding of Terran tactics and strategy.
First Mind Zhakarov has this to say on the matter.
"More and more, we seem to be in a strange place, far from home. The idea of a long period spent in transit grows in credence, but morphological changes of such a severe calibre suggest centuries, millennia or targeted genetic modification.
We may be further from our beginning than we realize."
First Mind Zhakarov, "Humanity Studies."
Rolls:
Evolution Roll "Hoverwing"=d8(5)
Growth Roll "Subvert Flora"=2d6(4, 5)
Continuance Roll
Must exceed 2
D6=3
First Mind Zhakarov remains in control.
More chambers are evolved, trees are removed, creep digs deep down and Drones tend it, returning chunks of biomass to where it is needed. A very interesting creature is found as the Drones are tending the local area. It attempts to kill a drone, rushing with surprising speed, but the Drones, all thirty of them, move like a honed group, encircling, grabbing the limbs of and dragging the four metre, thousand kilogram behemoth away as it attempts to roll away with significant muscular force. It heavily damages several drones, but they are extracted and allowed to heal, avoiding deaths.
Its reptilian appearance is very promising, thick scale proving mildly resistant to Drone claw and mandible, the muscles inefficient, slow but tremendously powerful, able to move its mass at a sprint for short periods. Its teeth are self-repairing, growing continuously and falling out when overgrown.
We infest it, its primitive nervous system proves somewhat difficult, but is managed well enough by First Mind Zhakarov, bringing this thing to heel. Basic improvements make its existence more peaceful and its aggression is tempered by unity with the Swarm. We then liquefact the creature and store its genetic data for later use.
There's something odd about it, but that is chalked up to unfamiliarity with its style of genetic code, alien as it seems to local sequences. First Mind Zhakarov has this to say on the matter.
"This creature, it is odd. Its entire existence is at odds with its environment, as if arrived from another world. Is this humanity as prolific as ours? Perhaps an invasive species, a pet left by its owners with a mate, overruning the local environment. But this creature does not seem easily domesticable.
"Alien lifeforms to an alien world, inhabited by familiar life nonetheless. The place we have arrived to is not an untouched paradise of biomass. Rather an inhabited land, with histories we cannot yet fathom."
First Mind Zhakarov, "The Crotalid"
The creature is massive enough that two larvae are required as basic feed to spawn it, as well as a tidy sum of biomass, but it should be an efficient, if somewhat slow warfighting form. Terran Gauss Rifles would slay it easily, but it needs exposure to such pressures to evolve anyways.
Efforts to extract more flora results in a surprising find. A Drone is constricted in a bush of thorns, slowly being squeezed as it tries to escape until more Drones arrive to rescue it, cutting apart the bush and then carefully returning it to an Evolution chamber for investigation.
The bush is rended apart as its peculiar internal structure is investigated. A neural system supported by a floral metabolism acting to make it constrict and unconstrict in exposure to lifeforms its odd taste-buds determine as edible. This will make a fine defensive growth as we modify it mildly, unconstricting its internal limiters on growth and guide it by psychic will alone.
Whilst that takes place, drones are inserted into the Evolution chamber, attempting to improve their digging implements. However, the honed limbs of the humble Drone are deeply complex pieces of flesh and carapace, incredibly difficult to improve for anything short of a master sequencer. They can, however, dig just fine normally, as proven by the small tunnels they use as shelter when in rest periods.
The very local area, a kilometre by the estimates of Zhakarov have been cleansed of all life other than Zerg, with drones ranging further now to devour mass.
Rolls:
Evolution Roll "Crotalid"=d8(6)
Evolution Roll "Drone Digger"=d8(3)
Evolution Roll "Thornbush"= d8 (7)
Continuance Roll
Must exceed 3
D6=1
First Mind Zhakarov recedes
The Selection begins again, minds raring against one another as debates begin in the psychic halls of the swarm, somewhat broader than now, with the expansion of the swarm.
SELECTION SEASON 2 BEGINS.
War
A descendant of queens and cerebrates, or perhaps one yourself. You know how to wage war, how to wage it at scales some would consider impossible.
3d6 War
1d6 Evolution.
1d8 Diplomacy.
2d6 Growth.
Sequencing
Spin strands, weave essence, tear flesh, break bone. Invent and create the methods via which the Swarm defeats its foes and adapts to its environment.
3d6 Evolution
2d6 War
1d8 Growth
1d6 Diplomacy
Infested
Once, so long ago, your life was a Terran one. Much of those memories are gone, but the kernel of something less, primitive, remains.
3d6 Diplomacy
2d6 Growth
1d8 Evolution
1d6 War.
Captured specimens are mostly worthless. A few large reptiles are promising to begin with until their musculature is found to be lacking, mostly fatty tissue resembling livestock moreso than usable life. Aerial forms are difficult to capture, but the intellect of drones is sufficient to construct basic rock-fall traps for them before dragging them back to the Chambers for resequencing.
A flying insect with impressive size is selected, its body takes well to the infestation and its repetitive, hydraulic flying method, using fluid to forcefully move wings at much greater velocities than muscle normally can. Its brain is small and its eyes are reasonably perceptive, allowing us to put it to use immediately.
Able to fly at an impressive, to Zhakarov's eyes, fifty kilometres an hour and with Zerg adaptations to fatigue buildup and caloric usage, do it for a day before exhaustion kills it,
Its sequences are installed, its evolutionary attributes understood and its body replicated and installed into our larvae. The Hoverwing owing to its quad-wing approach to flight, is integrated into the swarm, with little ability to meaningfully harm another creature as it stands, but a flight ceiling of nearly a kilometre and extended range beyond our drones off creep.
The local flora is adapted, brought to heel and increasing our biomass gain significantly, swallowing solar energy and digging roots to tap minerals unique to this world and processing them most effectively.
To the north, the pole is eventually struck in ten days of travel, whilst to the east and west, we run into more centres of civilization, the Terrans are well-populated here. A few are spotted hunting in the woods, but are generally avoided and do not near our creep yet, though with expansion of our means, this may not be true soon enough.
Staring at the denser southern cities, the drones observe much, from civil disobedience to Terran military action, armed but not notably armoured males and females moving into streets and utilizing basic energy-based weaponry to silence dissent. No aerospace assets ae deployed, odd with our instinctual understanding of Terran tactics and strategy.
First Mind Zhakarov has this to say on the matter.
"More and more, we seem to be in a strange place, far from home. The idea of a long period spent in transit grows in credence, but morphological changes of such a severe calibre suggest centuries, millennia or targeted genetic modification.
We may be further from our beginning than we realize."
First Mind Zhakarov, "Humanity Studies."
Rolls:
Evolution Roll "Hoverwing"=d8(5)
Growth Roll "Subvert Flora"=2d6(4, 5)
Continuance Roll
Must exceed 2
D6=3
First Mind Zhakarov remains in control.
More chambers are evolved, trees are removed, creep digs deep down and Drones tend it, returning chunks of biomass to where it is needed. A very interesting creature is found as the Drones are tending the local area. It attempts to kill a drone, rushing with surprising speed, but the Drones, all thirty of them, move like a honed group, encircling, grabbing the limbs of and dragging the four metre, thousand kilogram behemoth away as it attempts to roll away with significant muscular force. It heavily damages several drones, but they are extracted and allowed to heal, avoiding deaths.
Its reptilian appearance is very promising, thick scale proving mildly resistant to Drone claw and mandible, the muscles inefficient, slow but tremendously powerful, able to move its mass at a sprint for short periods. Its teeth are self-repairing, growing continuously and falling out when overgrown.
We infest it, its primitive nervous system proves somewhat difficult, but is managed well enough by First Mind Zhakarov, bringing this thing to heel. Basic improvements make its existence more peaceful and its aggression is tempered by unity with the Swarm. We then liquefact the creature and store its genetic data for later use.
There's something odd about it, but that is chalked up to unfamiliarity with its style of genetic code, alien as it seems to local sequences. First Mind Zhakarov has this to say on the matter.
"This creature, it is odd. Its entire existence is at odds with its environment, as if arrived from another world. Is this humanity as prolific as ours? Perhaps an invasive species, a pet left by its owners with a mate, overruning the local environment. But this creature does not seem easily domesticable.
"Alien lifeforms to an alien world, inhabited by familiar life nonetheless. The place we have arrived to is not an untouched paradise of biomass. Rather an inhabited land, with histories we cannot yet fathom."
First Mind Zhakarov, "The Crotalid"
The creature is massive enough that two larvae are required as basic feed to spawn it, as well as a tidy sum of biomass, but it should be an efficient, if somewhat slow warfighting form. Terran Gauss Rifles would slay it easily, but it needs exposure to such pressures to evolve anyways.
Efforts to extract more flora results in a surprising find. A Drone is constricted in a bush of thorns, slowly being squeezed as it tries to escape until more Drones arrive to rescue it, cutting apart the bush and then carefully returning it to an Evolution chamber for investigation.
The bush is rended apart as its peculiar internal structure is investigated. A neural system supported by a floral metabolism acting to make it constrict and unconstrict in exposure to lifeforms its odd taste-buds determine as edible. This will make a fine defensive growth as we modify it mildly, unconstricting its internal limiters on growth and guide it by psychic will alone.
Whilst that takes place, drones are inserted into the Evolution chamber, attempting to improve their digging implements. However, the honed limbs of the humble Drone are deeply complex pieces of flesh and carapace, incredibly difficult to improve for anything short of a master sequencer. They can, however, dig just fine normally, as proven by the small tunnels they use as shelter when in rest periods.
The very local area, a kilometre by the estimates of Zhakarov have been cleansed of all life other than Zerg, with drones ranging further now to devour mass.
Rolls:
Evolution Roll "Crotalid"=d8(6)
Evolution Roll "Drone Digger"=d8(3)
Evolution Roll "Thornbush"= d8 (7)
Continuance Roll
Must exceed 3
D6=1
First Mind Zhakarov recedes
The Selection begins again, minds raring against one another as debates begin in the psychic halls of the swarm, somewhat broader than now, with the expansion of the swarm.
SELECTION SEASON 2 BEGINS.
War
A descendant of queens and cerebrates, or perhaps one yourself. You know how to wage war, how to wage it at scales some would consider impossible.
3d6 War
1d6 Evolution.
1d8 Diplomacy.
2d6 Growth.
Sequencing
Spin strands, weave essence, tear flesh, break bone. Invent and create the methods via which the Swarm defeats its foes and adapts to its environment.
3d6 Evolution
2d6 War
1d8 Growth
1d6 Diplomacy
Infested
Once, so long ago, your life was a Terran one. Much of those memories are gone, but the kernel of something less, primitive, remains.
3d6 Diplomacy
2d6 Growth
1d8 Evolution
1d6 War.
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Earliest I'll close this one is this Wednesday at 18:00, unless there's a clear victor.
[X] Zhakarov
Origin: Infested
Promise: To unite all life in peace and unity through assimilation into the Zerg.
Slogan: "Together we will become perfect."
"Swarm siblings, already our hive grows and bears fruit. These new lifeforms are a fine addition to the swarm. However we are enclosed by the Terrans. I believe this is some form of lost colony so our options are more flexible. My plan is to begin abducting some of these hunters so we can infest them and gain their memories or at least an infiltrator."
"We should also produce sufficient hoverwings to finish exploring the planet and keep our local area patrolled."
Origin: Infested
Promise: To unite all life in peace and unity through assimilation into the Zerg.
Slogan: "Together we will become perfect."
"Swarm siblings, already our hive grows and bears fruit. These new lifeforms are a fine addition to the swarm. However we are enclosed by the Terrans. I believe this is some form of lost colony so our options are more flexible. My plan is to begin abducting some of these hunters so we can infest them and gain their memories or at least an infiltrator."
"We should also produce sufficient hoverwings to finish exploring the planet and keep our local area patrolled."
Name: The Zizgy One
Origin: Sequencing
Slogan: "Spare me, I don't drop good loot!"
Promise: Seek to form a beneficial Unity so we can intelligently Evolve and assimilate.
Origin: Sequencing
Slogan: "Spare me, I don't drop good loot!"
Promise: Seek to form a beneficial Unity so we can intelligently Evolve and assimilate.
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
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[X] The Zizgy One
"This one has shown promise so far, but our current needs are more complex."
"This one has shown promise so far, but our current needs are more complex."
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OOC thoughts.
We found Grox. Not super useful for us, but potentially a useful food source for humans. Imperial grox herders is an extremely dangerous job. We could fix that by making them naturally docile. And if that means people are eating somewhat infested meat all the better.
Also Crotalids have natural warp transit capabilities. I doubt we'll be remaking leviathans any time soon. So that's probably how we're going to be transferring between planets. Just need to have some reason to look into it IC.
We found Grox. Not super useful for us, but potentially a useful food source for humans. Imperial grox herders is an extremely dangerous job. We could fix that by making them naturally docile. And if that means people are eating somewhat infested meat all the better.
Also Crotalids have natural warp transit capabilities. I doubt we'll be remaking leviathans any time soon. So that's probably how we're going to be transferring between planets. Just need to have some reason to look into it IC.
I'm not sure we're aware of the warp in the 40k sense or maybe we are, and its just the difference between lakes and oceans but they are both water... but anyhow, infesting Grox as a spy that can also transfer infection to terrans seem like a good way to have a closer look at them already.
Crotalids are a invasive species like us, and they thrive too.
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- Pronouns
- He/Him
Name: Agzon
Origin: Sequencing Promise: We will become more.
"Truly interesting, but it seems it is my time to shine, so much unknown essence that infested can't understand. Thank you Zhakarov for building a quick but semi-solid foundation, but now, we need to evolve!"
[X] Agzon
Origin: Sequencing Promise: We will become more.
"Truly interesting, but it seems it is my time to shine, so much unknown essence that infested can't understand. Thank you Zhakarov for building a quick but semi-solid foundation, but now, we need to evolve!"
[X] Agzon
Good point. We've already noted that the grox has livestock characteristics. We could specifically look for grox pens to infest.
[X] The Zizgy One
[X] Pope Innocent XX
Infested
Promise: All will reach heaven under the one true god that is the Zerg
Slogan: Lets us be as one under God.
let us go forth into the light
Infested
Promise: All will reach heaven under the one true god that is the Zerg
Slogan: Lets us be as one under God.
let us go forth into the light