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For the Swarm! (Zerg - Multicross SI)

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Alayn said:
Eh, just pump them full of adrenaline and you got a pretty good berserker. Isn't that one of the upgrades for zerglings? Adrenaline glands, increased attack speed.
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Isn't a berserker simply overcharging its body and attacking without regard for its own health?
 
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Chapter 20: In which Generic_Generica dines upon the finest of Salts
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    Chapter 20: In which Generic_Generica dines upon the finest of Salts

    You know, there was something about the gentle hiss of deadly neurotoxin seeping into that fucking ship that was... Calming. I hummed to myself as I watched warm sticky gaseous stuff pump through my tentacles into that ship, where I had penetrated the air systems deeply.

    Wait. Wait, no, not like that- Dammit, look, it's hard to avoid innuendos when you're literally a fuggin' tentacle monster, alright? Jeez. This is juvenile bathroom humor right here, low grade stuff, I swear. I would be sorry except I'm not particularly sorry. Because my sense of humor is all kinds of fucked up now. Was all kinds of fucked up.

    But I digress.

    I wasn't just pumping deadly neurotoxin into the ventilation system. No, I'd mixed that deadly neurotoxin with a veritable cocktail of other nasty nasty icky things. First? Acid spores. Microscopic tiny acidic spores in order to corrode any filtration systems. Respirators? Melted. Giant-ass fans? Haha- Nope, you're getting melted. NBC protection? Nope, spores proceeded to eat right through the filters. Because Zergy acid is bullshit of the highest caliber. But that's okay.

    Because there's one thing I've learned.

    And that it's only cheating when the other guy's doing it.

    Neurotoxin and acid spores weren't enough. I'd also mixed in a bunch of acid-resistant diseases. The hyperevolutionary virus for one thing. A couple of viruses I had Moriarty cook up in less than an hour that made Ebola look like the common cold. Nausea, imflammation everywhere, massive amounts of bone loss, organ failure, hemorrhaging, the works. It was... Okay, it was actually kind of evil. More than a little evil. And horrific.

    And a little of out of character even though honestly at that point I just kind of wanted those fuckers dead.

    Maybe the old Overmind had had a bigger influence on me or maybe those fucking Ethereal memories were jangling around. Or maybe I needed therapy. So, so much therapy.

    But the Corpus grunts? They kind of died. Vomiting up blood, randomly mutated limbs and growths of bone ripping their way through their suits, collapsing as their bones just snapped because they were too brittle, strokes-

    They died horribly. I looked on and felt, well, a little squeamishI suppose.

    This worried me.

    This worried me greatly. Wait.

    "Why did I jump to deadly biotoxin again?"

    "More efficient."     Moriarty nodded.

    "I guess, but I mean- Well, this isn't exactly humane is it?" Oh god was I a war criminal no- Wait, I'd used some Infested earlier. Back on XCOM Earth. Well I mean they kinda had it coming, they shot first. And so did the Corpus. And- Okay, I didn't exactly try to talk things out with either party. I just kinda reacted. And things happened.

    A Crewman ran screaming away from one of his Zerglings, tearing at his- Oh. Well, that's disgusting.

    ... Things. They. Uh, happened.

    "... Humane?" Sarah asked. "Overmind what does-"

    "Later."     You know, I bet there were a lot of people who'd like to have amoral murderous fanatically loyal subordinates. I bet.

    "... Next time, we should try talking things out." I sighed.

    "Why?"

    "Why not?"     I snapped back.

    "... Less efficient. Communication not required with inferior lifeforms." Moriarty sniffed. "Essence, priority. Survival of Overmind and Swarm, priority. Evolution, perfection. Priority. Diplomacy, inefficient. Not necessary."

    You know, this. This is why the Zerg get a bad rep. This conversation right now, right here. Consume, consume, evolve, consume, evolve, consume. Literally all there is to the damned Zerg. I was just about to scream at this point I swear why was I surrounded by- Well.

    To be fair, it really wasn't Moriarty or Sarah's fault, it was the fucking Xel'naga. Specifically fucking Amon and his fucking followers. Also fucking Zerus. The Primal Zerg were turds who only cared about essence, Amon was a turd who only... I don't even remember what the fuck Amon's problem was aside from being the edgiest Xel'naga who ever edged. Literally the whole point of the Swarm was that they were to be used as a weapon in order to obey the whims of whoever the hell was in charge, they were fucking designed that way by fucking Amon.

    Why? To prove a point and end the Corrupt Cycle and eternal darkness swamping the galaxy and blah blah blah I don't care. Why let me run down to the fuck store, aw shucks, they're out of fucks to give. Lemme check this fuck vending machine, oh no, the fuck got stuck. Lemme check my pockets to see how many fucks I have left to give, aw, pockets're empty.

    Point is, I did not give a fuck about Amon's prissy whiny angsty teenage temper tantrum.

    Fucking Amon. Fucking Primal Zerg who're my ancestors.

    Fucking ROB. I grumbled internally. Right, I'd just have to try to teach the Zerg a couple of life lessons or something, just pile that onto the list. What was it? Find asshole Ethereals, figure out what the hell to do with all these memories jangling around in my head, get some fucking therapy-

    Why yes, I was fucking salty.

    Pure Sodium Chloride.

    "What about allies?"

    "Zerg do not need allies."

    "Overmind, I do not understand why the Zerg need allies."     Sarah said.

    "Allies irrelevant. Redundant. Assimilation. Can incorporate essence of species into Swarm. Infestation. Add biological, psionic and genetic distinctiveness to Swarm. Integrate minds into Swarm. Collective knowledge assimilated. Repurpose machinery if present. Their strength becomes the Swarm's."

    Hopefully those Cerebrates would- No, they're still sleeping. Still developing in Steve's bowels. And they'd probably end up the same anyways because that's the fucking Swarm for you. Tools for the Overmind, or whoever the fuck's in charge.

    Fucking Amon.

    One of my tentacles waved in the air. "Look, we're going to talk because... We are. Going to give this talking thing a try."

    "I do not believe the Corpus are amenable to diplomacy at this juncture, Overmind."     Sarah messaged. "The deployment of the Hyperevolutionary virus has always caused-"

    "Next group of people we meet. We're talking to them. With iunno psionics or something."     I repeated. "Because I said so."

    "By your will, Overmind-"

    Of course that was when three more ships warped in out of fucking nowhere right on top of my Leviathan and they proceeded to open up on Steve and that one crippled ship. Moments later, I felt explosions rock Steve. Steve roared in agony-

    Projectile weapons. In space. And those ships were of different make. Rounded, more predatory, identical, almost as if they'd been stamped out of some kind of mold really. If Corpus ships were all angles and blocks, these things were literally cast out of rounded molds then pieced together. Or something.

    Seconds after that another ship warped in, a Corpus ship, all blocky and gray. Except this shit looked almost cancerous. There were fleshy growths growing everywhere on the thing, I could fucking see-

    "Hunger."

    Wait.

    Waaaait.

    Aw. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck.

    "Overmind? We are... Ah, talking. We are talking to them, yes?" Sarah asked.

    I would have laughed if I weren't so- Fuck this verse already, a three-way fight on my first day was not what I signed up for. I didn't sign up for this.

    I felt a sudden calmness come across me, a certain serenity. No more anger, no more salt, no fear, nothing. Just- Calm. Tranquility. I was the eye in the middle of the storm.

    "Sarah? Belay that last order. Rift them. Rift them please" I said. Coolly. Emotionlessly. No tremors in my psionic 'voice'. "Moriarty? Whip up some more of that death-brew. And get some more infestors."

    I wished I had a chair to lean back into. Or an actual bipedal body. I settled for having a Hydralisk lean back until it tipped over with an almost comical whump.

    Fucking Warframe.

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    Escalation fucking ho.

    The Origin System is at war every day so this is actually a normal conflict. :V
     
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    • do not forget to pump in anti grav cancer to simulate a biotic warp so no warframes can touch a solid surface.
     
    Next arc there's not going to be bullshit escalation like this.

    A departure from the norm if you will.

    But yeah, Generic-SI's so salty they've flipped to being calm.
     
    Now the reason why this was delayed for four weeks is four-fold.

    1) I tried farming Banshee Prime and Euphona Prime during week 1. Boy howdy, big mistake. I have Banshee but I'm going to wait until Euphona's price drops like a stone.

    2) I'm writing fanfic over on QQ. It's not very good but I'm having fun so wth.

    3) I was on vacation for weeks 3 and 4. I have a tan now. I went to the beach, saw an aircraft carrier, the works.

    4) I honestly forgot about this fic until I clicked on the folder on my desktop by accident. Then I remembered I had a chappie ready to go, it just needed some touching up.

    A lot of touching up.

    Anyways, obligatory appropriate portal music now.

     
    I like to imagine that there's some random Excaliber in the Orbiter, just looking at this mess and wondering what the fuck is going on.
     
    Max said:
    I like to imagine that there's some random Excaliber in the Orbiter, just looking at this mess and wondering what the fuck is going on.
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    That's canon actually.



    "Operator are you-"

    "Ordis, we're turning around."

    "Are you sure?"

    "Ordis, we're turning around tell the Lotus she isn't paying me nearly enough for this."

    "But Operator!"

    "Nope. Nope. Nope nope. Not even."
     
    Pah, low level noobs. If not for the fact that half of my four-man clan don't play any more, we would've been right there in the thick of it. After all, new enemies = new synthesis scans (and more Simaris points), new loot tables (new LOOT?) and less bullshit level 249 Nullifiers with sniper rifles who can one shot from across the map.
     
    Faith said:
    Pah, low level noobs. If not for the fact that half of my four-man clan don't play any more, we would've been right there in the thick of it. After all, new enemies = new synthesis scans (and more Simaris points), new loot tables (new LOOT?) and less bullshit level 249 Nullifiers with sniper rifles who can one shot from across the map.
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    Some days, you just need Ivara.
     
    Generic_Generica said:
    But the Corpus grunts? They kind of died. Vomiting up blood, randomly mutated limbs and growths of bone ripping their way through their suits, collapsing as their bones just snapped because they were too brittle, strokes-

    They died horribly. I looked on and felt, well, a little squeamishI suppose.

    This worried me.

    This worried me greatly.
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    I don't see why having these things happen because of a illness is worse then having them happen because they were caused by ameture surgery (Bullets and whatnot). Could someone spell it out for me?
     
    Generic_Generica said:
    I would have laughed if I weren't so- Fuck this verse already, a three-way fight on my first day was not what I signed up for. I didn't sign up for this.

    I felt a sudden calmness come across me, a certain serenity. No more anger, no more salt, no fear, nothing. Just- Calm. Tranquility. I was the eye in the middle of the storm.

    "Sarah? Belay that last order. Rift them. Rift them please" I said. Coolly. Emotionlessly. No tremors in my psionic 'voice'. "Moriarty? Whip up some more of that death-brew. And get some more infestors."

    I wished I had a chair to lean back into. Or an actual bipedal body. I settled for having a Hydralisk lean back until it tipped over with an almost comical whump.

    Fucking Warframe.
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    Oh, also; I think that this needs to be here.
     
    Marcus.D.Basterd said:
    I don't see why having these things happen because of a illness is worse then having them happen because they were caused by ameture surgery (Bullets and whatnot). Could someone spell it out for me?
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    There's something visceral about seeing a man puke his guts out. Literally.

    And then feeling only a little bit of disgust and absolutely no horror.

    Or like. Something.

    I did a bad job of writing things will fix tomorrow. Mmph.
     
    Generic_Generica said:
    I settled for having a Hydralisk lean back until it tipped over with an almost comical whump.
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    Ha, that's a fun mental image.

    But yeah, Warframe is not the best place to try and have a reasonable conversation with anybody.
    The civilized people that can be talked with generally aren't out in the open, and if they are then it's probably because there's a bunch of murdering going on.
     
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