Morphic Tide
Crazy Brainstormer, Munchkin and Wannabe Min-Maxer
- Location
- MI, USA
For the Swarm! (Zerg - Multicross SI)
- Thread starter Generic_Generica
- Start date
- Crossover
Nihilo
Authorial parasite
- Location
- Catalonia
That needn't be mentioned. The whole reason they use airships as pickup is to account for them looting the roads. Shit happens when they are low on scrap metal and the road just so happens to be reinforced with steel.
Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
- Location
- Right behind you
Okay. Links being added now. Starting from chapter sixteen and going on from there.
This could take a while but dammit I've procrastinated enough.
This could take a while but dammit I've procrastinated enough.
Chapter 21: In which Generic_Generica discovers that Everything Is On Fire
Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
- Location
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Chapter 21: In which Generic_Generica discovers that Everything Is On Fire
Some more background's probably required here even though I mentioned the background a while ago.
The Grineer are militant assholes, controlled by the tyrannical 'Twin Queens.' They're clones. They're deteriorating clones, because something something Orokin cloning process, something something clones of clones, like it doesn't make sense but hey whatever. They're also a bunch of xenophobic assholes that hate everything not Grineer.
No seriously. The average grunt's just angry. And hateful. And hateful-and-angry. The average Grineer soldier is less a soldier and more a disciplined beast that just wants to unload its weapon into the nearest Corpus or Infested or whatever, and then keep firing until there's nothing left but giblets. And then they'll keep firing, and keep firing until they run out of ammo. And then they'll piss on the corpse.
So yeah, the average Grineer grunt's just fucking angry. I tried touching their minds with my psionics and I sort of recoiled.
"Hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate-"
Because there was nothing in those minds aside from blind rage and absolute fanatical loyalty to the Queens. If the Grineer had their way there'd be only Grineer left alive in the Origin System. Just a bunch of broken genetically defective clones, churned out of the birthing pods at an industrial rate, with crude-yet-effective equipment and ships mass-produced by the thousands. Fuck the environment, fuck any other living being, only Grineer are allowed to live because Grineer are-
I cut the connection.
And these xenophobic assholes were attacking me.
Grineer Galleons weren't as advanced as Corpus Obelisks. They weren't nearly as massive as Corpus Obelisks, coming in at two kilometers long. They looked incredibly predatory though, all mass-produced molded curves and wicked spines. If Corpus ships were industrial and boxy, these fucking things were molded on assembly lines by the truckload.
The Galleon's cannons boomed. I felt my Leviathan shudder as another series of explosions rocked Steve's outer carapace.
Oh and they used fucking slugthrowers.
Slugthrowers. Not even railguns. They were some kind of super-propellant, I could see the bloom on their cannons. Fucking chemical-based slugthrowers spewing giant chunks of metal at my Leviathan at nearly-relativistic speeds.
I hummed idly to myself. Steve could withstand this, no pro-
"Overmind. Vessels moving to ram."
Wait what. No, from my brief brush I knew they were angry but-
Aw fuck.
"Sarah rift their asses!"
"I cannot. They jumped in too close."
Fuck.
"Overmind. Vessels did not exit warpspace. Other form of FTL. Possibly void-based-"
Fuck.
I tuned Moriarty out. Technobabble later, kill shitheads right the hell now. And my oh my those vessels were approaching awfully fast, dear fucking god they couldn't seriously be trying to ram me-
In the void of space, Steve turned away from the Grineer vessels inbound and trying to ram.
Except Steve was still attached to the big Corpus Ship I tried boarding via boarding tentacles. Kind of made it hard to move.
Fuck.
There were five of the Galleons, damaged and sparking, plates being eaten away by acid and other zergy shit, engines at full. Swarms of Mutalisks flocked around the fuckers, hordes of scourge slammed into the ships like the suicidal biological missiles they were. One ship succumbed to the horde of Zerg, crumbing into tiny pieces.
Wait.
They weren't ramming, they were pulling up alongside Steve and-
I felt the impact as one of those fucking Galleons deployed some… Some structure. It smashed right into Steve's left side, tearing a swathe through thick carapace and slicing through flesh and bone. I felt the second impact as the other fucking Galleon deployed another structure that cut into Steve, tearing another great hole through Steve's body.
More impacts thudded alongside Steve's flank.
… Were they trying to board Steve?!
"Overmind. We have boarders." Sarah stood from her cross-legged position next to my massive form.
"Inertial dampeners highly advanced." Moriarty messaged. "Engineering surprisingly efficient.. Boarding parties enroute."
Yes, the Grineer are fucking insane.
Legions upon legions of their clone-soldiers poured out of the ships, like ants crawling out of their nest. Bombards and Heavy Gunners, spraying lead and spewing rockets. Scorches and Napalms, with flamethrowers and napalm guns.
All in heavy, heavy armor, marching through Steve's guts. Setting fire to Steve's guts, I could feel fleshy walls and growths of bone going up in flame as those fucking Scorches and Napalms gleefully started setting fire to everything with their flamethrowers and-
"Heavily augmented. Cybernetics." Moriarty sniffed dismissively. "Overmind, biotoxins ineffective. Acidic spores effective but-"
"Yeah, I got it."Hordes of Zerglings and Hydralisks and Ultralsisks stampeded through Steve's guts in order to counter these genocidal lunatics and halt their advance. Fuck it, everything and the kitche sink. "Alright screw this you worthless ugly freaks everything dies now-"
"Hunger."
Aw hell.
"Hunger. Hunger Hungerhungerhungeroldoneoftheoldflesh-"
I shut out the mental communication. Tried to shut out the psionic link. Fucking infested, almost forgot about them. Well, not my infested and dammit they had psionics or something equivalent and-
"Sarah, rift that ship. Rift it now. Rift it dammit!"
"Overmind, I cannot, I-"
I wanted to cry. "Why not?!"
"I-"
And then she collapsed, robes pooling to the ground as she fell onto the Steve's spongy innards. And then started screaming in pain, a raw primal sound of pain and fear.
Okay, that was- Um, dammit I could feel something gnawing at my mind-
"Childoftheoldonesofthedarkonewehungerletusinwehunger-"
One of my tentacles started flailing about, just a teensy little bit. Fucking Infested-
"Out, out, out of my mind out of my mind you-"
"Weareofthesamemindfromthesameseedwhydoyouresist-"
I 'slammed shut' the connection. Or well, kept trying to, I was sort of preoccupied by the fact that Steve had two gaping holes and Steve was being boarded by these genoicidal crazy lunatics who thought smashing their own fucking ship into a bigger ship and using their ship like a boarding pod was a good idea, as well as-
"Void signatures detected. Landing craft detected on Leviathan's skin." Moriarty chimed in helpfully- Haha no not helpfully, not at all.
"Not. Now." Good thing these pricks weren't as-
"Infested ship on collision course."
Aw son of a bitch. I was preoccupied, Steve was too dumb to blow shit up by itself and oh god this was going to suck.
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Steve must have looked an odd sight, floating in the void of space. One ten-kilometer beastie with a couple of protrusions where the Grineer Galleons had fucking rammed.
The Infested Corpus Ship was about as big as Steve. Stupid space-cancer'd got their grubby mitts on an Obelisk Assault Carrier or something like that. It was all big and blocky, but you could see biological growths everywhere. Tumors, tentacles, tumor-tentacles, big orange balls of pus, gnarly creep-like growths-
Basically, it looked disgusting.
Yes I am being hypocritical right now I know I am, shut up.
Engines on full, the abomination proceeded to collide right into Steve's right side, tearing a hole through Steve's flank. The wounded Leviathan roared, except, well, in space there was nothing to carry sound.
But I heard Steve roar in pain and anger. Being connected to everything in the Swarm and everything. The ship smashed against Steve like a fly against a windshield. Bulkheads twisted and bent, windows popped out of their fittings, panels shattered, debris spewed everywhere. Flesh was torn and bones were broken and dammit but that ship was wedged inside Steve something fierce.
Moments later the Infested started pouring out of that ship.
Part of me wondered how the hell anything was able to survive that kind of collision. I mean, I had bullshit psionic powers, the Grineer apparently had really good inertial dampeners or something but-
"Secondbornoftheoldonesletusindonotresist-"
A sudden serenity came over me again. A certain feeling of utter tranquility, of calm and, well, not peace, but the lack of panic and chaos. That same feeling of serenity and apathy that'd come across me before.
Okay.
Okay, that's it I was done.
[TRANSITION]
Part of my mind was devoted to fending off some freakish psionic assault on my mind. Another part of my mind was devoted to controlling my Swarm. Repelling boarders, making sure Steve didn't get shot even more, the works. A third bit of my mind noted that Sarah had gone distressingly still, dammit I needed to check up on her and my Cerebrates-
The last part of my mind tore reality a new asshole. A tear in the fabric of space and time opened in front of Steve, a screaming maw into the never-was-or-will-be that swallowed Steve up like a small child swallowing some M&Ms, embedded ships and all-
And then we were in the Warp.
Because fuck Warframe I wanted out of this fucking place already.
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Scene inspired by a tileset in Warframe.
Also yes, Generic-SI wants out of the Origin System already.
And yes, everything is on fire.
Everything'll be less on fire shortly.
Now comes the part where I don't update for half a year.
Some more background's probably required here even though I mentioned the background a while ago.
The Grineer are militant assholes, controlled by the tyrannical 'Twin Queens.' They're clones. They're deteriorating clones, because something something Orokin cloning process, something something clones of clones, like it doesn't make sense but hey whatever. They're also a bunch of xenophobic assholes that hate everything not Grineer.
No seriously. The average grunt's just angry. And hateful. And hateful-and-angry. The average Grineer soldier is less a soldier and more a disciplined beast that just wants to unload its weapon into the nearest Corpus or Infested or whatever, and then keep firing until there's nothing left but giblets. And then they'll keep firing, and keep firing until they run out of ammo. And then they'll piss on the corpse.
So yeah, the average Grineer grunt's just fucking angry. I tried touching their minds with my psionics and I sort of recoiled.
"Hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate-"
Because there was nothing in those minds aside from blind rage and absolute fanatical loyalty to the Queens. If the Grineer had their way there'd be only Grineer left alive in the Origin System. Just a bunch of broken genetically defective clones, churned out of the birthing pods at an industrial rate, with crude-yet-effective equipment and ships mass-produced by the thousands. Fuck the environment, fuck any other living being, only Grineer are allowed to live because Grineer are-
I cut the connection.
And these xenophobic assholes were attacking me.
Grineer Galleons weren't as advanced as Corpus Obelisks. They weren't nearly as massive as Corpus Obelisks, coming in at two kilometers long. They looked incredibly predatory though, all mass-produced molded curves and wicked spines. If Corpus ships were industrial and boxy, these fucking things were molded on assembly lines by the truckload.
The Galleon's cannons boomed. I felt my Leviathan shudder as another series of explosions rocked Steve's outer carapace.
Oh and they used fucking slugthrowers.
Slugthrowers. Not even railguns. They were some kind of super-propellant, I could see the bloom on their cannons. Fucking chemical-based slugthrowers spewing giant chunks of metal at my Leviathan at nearly-relativistic speeds.
I hummed idly to myself. Steve could withstand this, no pro-
"Overmind. Vessels moving to ram."
Wait what. No, from my brief brush I knew they were angry but-
Aw fuck.
"Sarah rift their asses!"
"I cannot. They jumped in too close."
Fuck.
"Overmind. Vessels did not exit warpspace. Other form of FTL. Possibly void-based-"
Fuck.
I tuned Moriarty out. Technobabble later, kill shitheads right the hell now. And my oh my those vessels were approaching awfully fast, dear fucking god they couldn't seriously be trying to ram me-
In the void of space, Steve turned away from the Grineer vessels inbound and trying to ram.
Except Steve was still attached to the big Corpus Ship I tried boarding via boarding tentacles. Kind of made it hard to move.
Fuck.
There were five of the Galleons, damaged and sparking, plates being eaten away by acid and other zergy shit, engines at full. Swarms of Mutalisks flocked around the fuckers, hordes of scourge slammed into the ships like the suicidal biological missiles they were. One ship succumbed to the horde of Zerg, crumbing into tiny pieces.
Wait.
They weren't ramming, they were pulling up alongside Steve and-
I felt the impact as one of those fucking Galleons deployed some… Some structure. It smashed right into Steve's left side, tearing a swathe through thick carapace and slicing through flesh and bone. I felt the second impact as the other fucking Galleon deployed another structure that cut into Steve, tearing another great hole through Steve's body.
More impacts thudded alongside Steve's flank.
… Were they trying to board Steve?!
"Overmind. We have boarders." Sarah stood from her cross-legged position next to my massive form.
"Inertial dampeners highly advanced." Moriarty messaged. "Engineering surprisingly efficient.. Boarding parties enroute."
Yes, the Grineer are fucking insane.
Legions upon legions of their clone-soldiers poured out of the ships, like ants crawling out of their nest. Bombards and Heavy Gunners, spraying lead and spewing rockets. Scorches and Napalms, with flamethrowers and napalm guns.
All in heavy, heavy armor, marching through Steve's guts. Setting fire to Steve's guts, I could feel fleshy walls and growths of bone going up in flame as those fucking Scorches and Napalms gleefully started setting fire to everything with their flamethrowers and-
"Heavily augmented. Cybernetics." Moriarty sniffed dismissively. "Overmind, biotoxins ineffective. Acidic spores effective but-"
"Yeah, I got it."Hordes of Zerglings and Hydralisks and Ultralsisks stampeded through Steve's guts in order to counter these genocidal lunatics and halt their advance. Fuck it, everything and the kitche sink. "Alright screw this you worthless ugly freaks everything dies now-"
"Hunger."
Aw hell.
"Hunger. Hunger Hungerhungerhungeroldoneoftheoldflesh-"
I shut out the mental communication. Tried to shut out the psionic link. Fucking infested, almost forgot about them. Well, not my infested and dammit they had psionics or something equivalent and-
"Sarah, rift that ship. Rift it now. Rift it dammit!"
"Overmind, I cannot, I-"
I wanted to cry. "Why not?!"
"I-"
And then she collapsed, robes pooling to the ground as she fell onto the Steve's spongy innards. And then started screaming in pain, a raw primal sound of pain and fear.
Okay, that was- Um, dammit I could feel something gnawing at my mind-
"Childoftheoldonesofthedarkonewehungerletusinwehunger-"
One of my tentacles started flailing about, just a teensy little bit. Fucking Infested-
"Out, out, out of my mind out of my mind you-"
"Weareofthesamemindfromthesameseedwhydoyouresist-"
I 'slammed shut' the connection. Or well, kept trying to, I was sort of preoccupied by the fact that Steve had two gaping holes and Steve was being boarded by these genoicidal crazy lunatics who thought smashing their own fucking ship into a bigger ship and using their ship like a boarding pod was a good idea, as well as-
"Void signatures detected. Landing craft detected on Leviathan's skin." Moriarty chimed in helpfully- Haha no not helpfully, not at all.
"Not. Now." Good thing these pricks weren't as-
"Infested ship on collision course."
Aw son of a bitch. I was preoccupied, Steve was too dumb to blow shit up by itself and oh god this was going to suck.
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Steve must have looked an odd sight, floating in the void of space. One ten-kilometer beastie with a couple of protrusions where the Grineer Galleons had fucking rammed.
The Infested Corpus Ship was about as big as Steve. Stupid space-cancer'd got their grubby mitts on an Obelisk Assault Carrier or something like that. It was all big and blocky, but you could see biological growths everywhere. Tumors, tentacles, tumor-tentacles, big orange balls of pus, gnarly creep-like growths-
Basically, it looked disgusting.
Yes I am being hypocritical right now I know I am, shut up.
Engines on full, the abomination proceeded to collide right into Steve's right side, tearing a hole through Steve's flank. The wounded Leviathan roared, except, well, in space there was nothing to carry sound.
But I heard Steve roar in pain and anger. Being connected to everything in the Swarm and everything. The ship smashed against Steve like a fly against a windshield. Bulkheads twisted and bent, windows popped out of their fittings, panels shattered, debris spewed everywhere. Flesh was torn and bones were broken and dammit but that ship was wedged inside Steve something fierce.
Moments later the Infested started pouring out of that ship.
Part of me wondered how the hell anything was able to survive that kind of collision. I mean, I had bullshit psionic powers, the Grineer apparently had really good inertial dampeners or something but-
"Secondbornoftheoldonesletusindonotresist-"
A sudden serenity came over me again. A certain feeling of utter tranquility, of calm and, well, not peace, but the lack of panic and chaos. That same feeling of serenity and apathy that'd come across me before.
Okay.
Okay, that's it I was done.
[TRANSITION]
Part of my mind was devoted to fending off some freakish psionic assault on my mind. Another part of my mind was devoted to controlling my Swarm. Repelling boarders, making sure Steve didn't get shot even more, the works. A third bit of my mind noted that Sarah had gone distressingly still, dammit I needed to check up on her and my Cerebrates-
The last part of my mind tore reality a new asshole. A tear in the fabric of space and time opened in front of Steve, a screaming maw into the never-was-or-will-be that swallowed Steve up like a small child swallowing some M&Ms, embedded ships and all-
And then we were in the Warp.
Because fuck Warframe I wanted out of this fucking place already.
---
Scene inspired by a tileset in Warframe.
Also yes, Generic-SI wants out of the Origin System already.
And yes, everything is on fire.
Everything'll be less on fire shortly.
Now comes the part where I don't update for half a year.
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ArchAIngel
Sorcerer Supreme.
- Location
- Right behind you.
Oh dear, you have Tenno boarding parties.
And your boss battle collapsed.
Hopefully they are no longer dreamers, but have awakened, or even fought within.
And your boss battle collapsed.
Hopefully they are no longer dreamers, but have awakened, or even fought within.
Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
- Location
- Right behind you
Because I'm an inverterate shitposter:
Okay shitposting urges satiated. (Zips up fingers.)
I mean hey, bullshit void powers, Overmind's been ganked by bullshit void powers before, here we go, here we go.
Okay shitposting urges satiated. (Zips up fingers.)
I mean hey, bullshit void powers, Overmind's been ganked by bullshit void powers before, here we go, here we go.
Maragas
Nothing to see here.
- Location
- Tree House
Look, on the bright side, you didn't get Tenno'ed nor destroyed nor fully Infested
Because if you waited for few more minutes, half an hour at most, Steve would have been a battleground for 5 sided skirmish or completely Infested or destroyed.
Edit:
Oh wait, you already got Tenno'ed.Nevermind.
Because if you waited for few more minutes, half an hour at most, Steve would have been a battleground for 5 sided skirmish or completely Infested or destroyed.
Edit:
Oh wait, you already got Tenno'ed.Nevermind.
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ArchAIngel
Sorcerer Supreme.
- Location
- Right behind you.
More importantly, bullshit void powers and enough personal power to blend through yer forces like candy.Because I'm an inverterate shitposter:
Okay shitposting urges satiated. (Zips up fingers.)
I mean hey, bullshit void powers, Overmind's been ganked by bullshit void powers before, here we go, here we go.
Zerg are a numbers force, but trying to play numbers against the Tenno... doesn't really work.
There are Tenno on there.Look, on the bright side, you didn't get Tenno'ed nor destroyed nor fully Infested
Because if you waited for few more minutes, half an hour at most, Steve would have been a battleground for 5 sided skirmish or completely Infested or destroyed.
Just not attacking yet. Hopefully the "SUDDENLY WARP" thing won't make them flip out and try to murder the SI to get out.
Maragas
Nothing to see here.
- Location
- Tree House
Wait, just the Warframes (plus the shuttles) came with the Overmind or whole ships of the Tenno?
Because Warframes mostly puppet's of Tenno if I remember right.They might or might nor function between universes thanks to the Void.
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- Location
- Poland
You must be joking. It's april 1st. Right?
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You left the party, while there were still guests arriving! You were the surprise guest!
- come, come physics, there's a nice corner over there, it's dark and plushy ...
That. Does. Not. Work.
- come, come physics, there's a nice corner over there, it's dark and plushy ...
Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
- Location
- Right behind you
You left the party, while there were still guests arriving! You were the surprise guest!
That. Does. Not. Work.
More seriously, updates will come whenever updates will come because of their coming.
Ignore that voice.
Updates will come normally, believe it.
Delays will be only temporary, this story will proceed according to the scenario.
The roar should still carry through Steve's body so even the connected ships woud feel the vibrations.
- Location
- My house
You hear that sound? That, my friend, is physics crying in the corner after the Grineer beat it senseless.You left the party, while there were still guests arriving! You were the surprise guest!
That. Does. Not. Work.
Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
- Location
- Right behind you
...
Screw it, I have to go to dinner, edit later write papers later fun things now.
Arafell
Verified Cephalon
- Location
- Oregon
They're here! It's getting good!
Now comes the part where I don't update for half a year.
Valik Surana
Urist MacPony
That. Does. Not. Work.
Um.. why not?
I mean, most explosives don't need addional oxidizer input (with the exception of those used in fuel-air devices). Weapon propellants will go off in vacuum, too.
Unless I've been reading it wrong.
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
"Fucking chemical-based slugthrowers spewing giant chunks of metal at my Leviathan at nearly-relativistic speeds."
Just try to calculate the energy required, then look at chemically-bound energy, (or max. mussle velocities or max. rocket speeds for chemically propelled rockets).
Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
- Location
- Right behind you
Should've just said 'really gorram fast.'
Edit later
Edit later
ArchAIngel
Sorcerer Supreme.
- Location
- Right behind you.
The Grineer use mere crude replica of Orokin technology, degraded after ages of decay and loss."Fucking chemical-based slugthrowers spewing giant chunks of metal at my Leviathan at nearly-relativistic speeds."
Just try to calculate the energy required, then look at chemically-bound energy, (or max. mussle velocities or max. rocket speeds for chemically propelled rockets).
The heights the Orokin hit at their peak still make sure they're incredibly dangerous.
Valik Surana
Urist MacPony
Oh. That."Fucking chemical-based slugthrowers spewing giant chunks of metal at my Leviathan at nearly-relativistic speeds."
Just try to calculate the energy required, then look at chemically-bound energy, (or max. mussle velocities or max. rocket speeds for chemically propelled rockets).
Well... that's sort of a standard problem of SF projectile weapons? I mean, any tangible projectile going relativistic would is a 'wat'. Weber has missiles doing that.
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