At least Tide is not like Mark who calls himself Invincible yet get his ass kicked around a lot every time in a fight.
He should have renamed himself as "Krillin" at this rate.
The Galaxy is Flood, Not Food
- Thread starter Jackson Fox
- Start date
- Crossover Sci-Fi Horror
He should have renamed himself as "Krillin" at this rate.
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Invincible spirit and conviction, less invincible body.
Still gets his ass kicked anyway. If Mark had Zenkai Boost, he'd be unstoppable.
Anyway, I hope Tide says this: "You don't understand. This universe isn't yours to conquer."
Or "Look what they needed to mimic a fraction of my power!"
I'm generally led to believe that it requires a central nervous system to infect. That's why Lek'golo colonies are immune to infection, no central nervous system.
That strategy only came about because the UNSC lost a lot of their ships-of-the-line over the course of the war. By the end, pretty much the only fleet that had any sizable number of capital ships would be Home Fleet. Normal fleet composition with the navy at full strength might include cruisers, battlecruisers, battleships, heavy battleships, and carriers of various different sub-classifications in addition to the frigates and destroyers. The Autumn, for example, was a mothballed old cruiser of a design that was too expensive to maintain, likely destined for the breaker yards to build new ships with until she got chosen for Operation: Red Flag and underwent an extensive refit.
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lazyrobot87
Couch potatoing since 2005
It's more so that infecting each worm individually is way more tedious than it actually sounds. It's not that they're immune it's just that they aren't worth the effort.
Also thank you for the frigate lore I never knew that
Arjac
Retreating Backwards
Very tangential, but I'm now absolutely struck by the mental image of Ellen or someone else trying to perform Exterminatus on Monstrum, and Tide responding with
"This world isn't yours to end. This is our future. Our story."
Kaernetron
Feuergeist
- Location
- Weit, Weit dort Oben
These lines are reminding me of quotes from The Secret World's Sargasso Dreamer, who spouted nuggets like:
"Look around, this is what will be. We're dreaming it all together. Impressive, isn't it?" (could be used to welcome unwilling visitors to his Domain, if Tide figures out a way to turn it into an active afterlife)
Or
"Ex
Btw if you need design idea for human version of 'Sangheili'. Then how about Templar outfit in xcom 2 ? (there are different armor, normal human-semi alloy and full alien alloy armor if I remember right)
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- Location
- colombia
@Jackson Fox
seems clearly that slipspace vote will be a resounding yes,so here are some warp travel time travel from the rogue trader trader rpgs
it seems you dont really need to change or nerf slipspace much,UNSC slipspace is already kneecaped at sub-sector and sector travel
Space Sectors and Sub-Sectors:
on ship style,always deffer to the classic "cargo box","cigar/cylinder" and "satellite with guns"
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkF2zEzqWR4
seems clearly that slipspace vote will be a resounding yes,so here are some warp travel time travel from the rogue trader trader rpgs
it seems you dont really need to change or nerf slipspace much,UNSC slipspace is already kneecaped at sub-sector and sector travel
Space Sectors and Sub-Sectors:
- Sub-Sector:
- A chunk of space with a 10-20 light-year radius in all directions.
- Contains a mid to low double-digit number of theoretically inhabitable planets (5 to 8 up to around 15).
- Total of 30 star systems.
- Sector:
- Volume of space with around a 100-200 light-year radius.
- Holds tens of thousands of star systems, with exponential growth in volume.
- Approximately a low thousand inhabitable planets.
- 1 Day:
- Voyage between close star systems.
- 5-10 Days:
- Journey between systems in the same sub-sector.
- 30-60 Days:
- Journey across an entire sector.
- 100+ Days:
- Journey across a segmentum/multiple sectors.
- Several Years:
- Journey across the galaxy.
- UNSC Slipspace Drives Speed:
- Approximately 2.635 light-years per day.
- Sub-Sector Travel:
- Around 3.8 days, faster than warp travel.
- Sector Travel:
- Approximately 75 days, a bit slower than warp travel.
- Segmentum Travel:
- Tens of thousands of light-years, taking 5k to 20k days depending on the segmentum.
- Galactic Travel:
- Crossing the entire galaxy (52,850 LY) would take 20k to 40k years.
- Reconciliation Debt:
- Larger ships or longer travels result in more time for reconciliation debt to settle.
- Slipspace is a "local" travel method used within sub-sectors and sectors.
- Carefully administrated travel schedules, akin to public buses or boats.
- Compact-sized ships to reduce reconciliation debt.
- Mainly used for civil shipping and logistics.
- Military fleets allowed the use of bigger ships with slipspace and warp engines.
- Travel outside the sector necessitates warp travel.
- Sub-sector advantage in speed.
- Sector advantage in reliability and cost efficiency.
- Defensive fleet logistics superior to imperial forces.
- News Spreading:
- Around 2 months for rumors to spread at sub-sector and sector levels through people travelling,few hours for orders to be sent out through astropath,then few hours/days for receiving answer,then 2 months for fleets to meet up,2 months-ish for supplying the fleets,then 2 for travel to tide altered lil empire
- Imperial Punitive Fleet Response:
- 8 months for orders to spread, fleets to rendezvous,organizing and finally travelling.
- Defender Fleet Response:
- FTL comms via tide for faster communication.
- Answer time limited to actual travel times and planning.
- 76 days to move fleets into positions plus a couple of months for planning.
- Total response time: Approximately 4.3 months.
on ship style,always deffer to the classic "cargo box","cigar/cylinder" and "satellite with guns"
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkF2zEzqWR4
lazyrobot87
Couch potatoing since 2005
Honestly that's really usefull and thank you for posting unsc times. But if I have to be honest knowing tide that's probably going to change how fast he can travel very quickly. While he may start out at unsc level slipspace I'm pretty sure he can quickly get to covenant and even forerunner levels of slipspace speed. Because … you know … precursor/ neural physics bullshit.
Also I find it funny when tide said he can get that kind of tech in a few decades. I don't think he realized how quick he was actually saying he could work. Because like purella said. People in 40k with medics can live up to 300 years old. I find that super funny and super terrifying for the implications of what tide can become in a. Simple hundred years.
Also let's not forget that it haven't even been a month already and tide already controls an ork roll and a hive city. Truly terrifying.
Mgunh1
Not an AI, honest!
- Location
- Northern Luna Base, Module 5, Sublevel 15
Back then the 'Nids were just a biotech using race, not the all devouring swarm they are today.
Oh, I'm fully aware of how insane that would sound to someone in 40k. The idea of such a major development in the span of less than a hundred years, which is shorter than some campaigns the Imperium has fought, would be terrifying. I don't even think the Imperium would really realize the development had happened in the way that it did, they would just assume Tide always had access to such tech and just hadn't been seen using it before. Because, again, the alternative is practically unthinkable.
EDIT: Initially, I was going to add to this that not even the Tau have that kind of insane tech development speed, but then I did a cursory google search and… yeah, no, the Tau win. When the Imperium first encountered them, they had just learned to use fire. 3,000 years later, already a spacefaring empire. Humanity, on the other hand, discovered fire roughly 1-2 million years ago.
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Well, it help that the Tau literally have those leader that subtle mind control so there aren't endless conflict like humanity that slow down their development there, not to mention their focused 'greater good' mindset rather than individual thing so it do help focus long term development better
The tau didn't develop in 3k years, they got uplifted by probably mind controlling probably aliens in a way that they wanted to look natural/good to outsiders
- Pronouns
- Zack
[X] maybe
- Location
- miami
True, but the fact remains that at its core the flood was a bioweapon made to act as revenge on the universe. And in halo when a gravemind is not present the flood default to spreading by infecting and converting all biomass it can get its hands on. The thing I'm unsure about is if basic flood spores no matter how many can figure out how spaceships work if if that requires a gravemind.
Kind of hoping he's control of the flood is omnipresent, only wise at some point we will see a chapter of space marines kill his big brain self and while they pat them self's on the back the flood will default to what they usually do. Infect everything which honesty will be pretty damn effective on any hive world. And if they can infect and use a navigator… well by the time a new gravemind forms hundreds of planets could just be fucked.
Would amuse me to read an inquisitors response to finding out that there enemy was actually restraining them self's compared to how they act with no leadership.
I guess we will find out the first time he sends a ship in to the warp.
They would go for Exterminatus anyway as Tide is a threat to the Imperium from their point of view.
- Location
- miami
Problem with that is even compared to the other Zerg knockoff race in 40k the flood spreads pretty damn fast. If he wantted to he could probably collapse the whole damn imperium with little effort. A hand full of spores clinging to the hauls of ships that spread out on every planet they visit? Considering the general tech level of humanity it would be very effective.
Chapter 23 - Malum Unleashed
Day 19, Continued
They were admitted into the palace of Malum's governor with surprising speed. Although they were a group of Sisters of Battle, their arrival had been, presumably, unexpected. Perhaps the Inquisitor had contacted the governor ahead of time and laid a trap?
However, that seemed unlikely. They were escorted by only a squad of eight PDF troopers, garbed in the equipment of the palace's guard, and they had not even attempted to ask them for their weapons. While there was no chance that Serrita would part with her heavy bolter even if it was demanded by the governor himself, it was still surprising that their wasn't a heavier presence.
Perhaps it was because they weren't going to see the governor, but the man that had been appointed by him to command the city's defenses in the present conflict.
Serrita was less familiar with Monstrum's political landscape than Canoness Praxiah, but she was not completely ignorant of it either. The city governors were supposed to be the commanders of the city's local forces in case of attack, but it wasn't unheard of for them to appoint the duty to someone else. Usually, however, that man was another noble.
The man called Colonel Marcus Agrippa was not a noble of any family she had ever heard of. Nor had she heard of the man himself until their guide had informed her that they would be receiving an audience with him as he was coordinating the city's defenses. Presumably, that meant he was also responsible for the resounding successes against the Orks and possibly even the cultists as well.
It wasn't so strange that his name hadn't been on any of the reports sent back to Deimos, but the city's governor instead. Perhaps he owed the governor a favor or was a close personal friend, someone outside the nobility. Serrita really couldn't say.
The room they were admitted to was a flurry of activity, despite the fact that the city was under no immediate threat. Aides, officers, logisticians, and administratum adepts moved about in a state of ordered chaos, carrying and writing reports, approving requests, and conducting the art of war with the brutal efficiency she would have expected to see in the leadership of a guard regiment, not a hive's PDF.
She could not pick out any officer who stood out from the others. They all wore Monstrum's PDF officer uniforms with surprisingly little decoration, plain grey and red tunics with only their rank insignias displayed on their sleeves and chest. Most of them were majors, the commanders of PDF regiments.
No one acknowledged their arrival or even seemed to notice them, save for one officer who quickly stood from his seat at a central table and walked over to them. Serrita only realized his insignia showed him to be a colonel when he had stopped in front of her and already made the sign of the Aquilla.
"Welcome to Malum, Sister," The officer said. His face was plain and serious. He looked to be in his late forties and lacked any obvious sign of rejuvenat treatments nobles often had. Either he'd somehow had access to high quality treatments that hid the telltale signs of chemically induced youth or he was just rather young for his rank. "I am Colonel Marcus Agrippa. Malum's Defense Forces stand ready to assist the Order of the Cleansing Rains."
"I am Sister Adelus," She replied. Once more, she was thankful for her helmet, which hid the surprised look on her face. That was… very fast. "You know of our mission?"
"We received word from Deimos that your Order would be coming," Agrippa said simply, and Serrita wondered about that. He had not specified who had told them. "I apologize about the lack of a more formal welcome, but I assumed you'd rather we get about the business of war than stand on ceremony."
Serrita felt a wry smile cross her lips. The man was blunt. She wondered if he was a former Guard officer. "We are Sisters of Battle, colonel. War is our ceremony."
"I thought as much," Agrippa said with a nod, and she thought she saw the makings of a smile tugging at his lips. "I have been granted command over eight regiments of Malum's PDF. I'm afraid the governor has insisted the other nineteen remain to defend the city."
Serrita's eyes narrowed at that. From what she knew, most of the hive cities in the south had less than twenty regiments apiece. In a time of war, that number obviously would increase, but if they were only getting raw recruits…
"I can vouch for these regiments, Sister," Agrippa stated and Serrita wondered if her body language had conveyed something of her thoughts. "They served in the battles against the Orks and the cultists. They're not guardsmen, but they're ready to serve the Emperor."
Serrita's concerns slowly ebbed away, and she nodded approvingly. "Excellent. How soon can they march?"
This time, Agrippa had a wry smile on his own face that matched Serrita's. "The regiments have already assembled and stand ready to move out as soon as your Order arrives. We'll march at your Canoness' command."
Tide watched the Sisters through the eyes of what had swiftly become his most valued puppet form. Normally, there was no way Tide would have managed to place one of his infiltration forms in such a high position within the Imperium this quickly. Indeed, even if he'd done everything he could to make one of them the most ferocious and tactically intelligent beings on the planet, which he'd done with more than one of them, and had them perform acts of unparalleled valor and bravery on the battlefield against the Orks, which he had also made sure to do, there was little chance of any major advancements.
It was fortunate, then, that the city's governor was extremely corrupt. Fortunately, not in the Chaos-worshipping kind of way and only in the 'would sell his own seat of power for enough money' kind of way. It helped that he was also somewhat unwell in the head. That such a man could still be considered upstanding in terms of morality among the nobility was… not surprising in the slightest, if Tide was being truthful.
Tide, having access to the entire Underhive and all its contents, had sold a number of semi-valuable artifacts on the surface to gather the necessary funds. They were mostly worthless to him, scraps of archaeotech, half-functional salvage, old artifacts that would only be valued by certain collectors. There were a wealth of those among the nobility and he'd gladly used the fact that their minds were open books to him to squeeze them for every crown he could. It was nothing they hadn't done themselves to those less fortunate.
Having suddenly gained a fortune that could have paid for an interplanetary-vessel, if not a warp-capable one, Tide had arranged the bribe and for his puppet to benefit. He'd even laid 'evidence' that one of the noble families rival to the colonel Agrippa would replace had sponsored his ascension in the inevitability that someone looked closely at it. It was… surprisingly easy to cover his tracks. The Adeptus Arbites and similar organizations were trained to investigate individuals that worked alone or in groups that knew each other to some degree or had to communicate with each other through a trackable method, be it in person or over vox. They had a much harder time tracking something that worked as invisibly as a hive mind.
Likely, that was why they had such trouble with genestealers.
Regardless, the result was the same. Agrippa was made colonel in command of the city's defenses and the only people with the power to do anything about it were all either occupied with more important business or properly provided with suitable 'gifts'. Even if anyone caught the scent of something being more than what the evidence pointed to, Tide would be on the lookout for them. At best, he could set up more evidence that continued to mislead them, at worst, he could exert another kind of influence…
In terms of all the actions he had taken thus far, this one made him feel the dirtiest. Maybe it was the use of money? Still, it was better than just killing the colonel and puppeteering his corpse around… Probably. None of the nobles, including that man, were what Tide would consider 'good people'. At best, they were snobs, at worst… Well, for some, it was rather difficult to not just make them all suffer 'accidents'. Or make their heads explode.
The nobility was, unfortunately, not going anywhere for the immediate future. Tide wasn't sure what he was going to do after all this was over, assuming he ended up with control of the planet. Much of Monstrum's people weren't just broken, it was like their fighting spirit had been literally bred out of them. In many, there was no spark of life at all, it was as though they were as machine as any cog. They worked quietly, slept quietly, died quietly. The result of ten thousand years of constant oppression.
In another way, it was sort of heartening to see that only part of the population was so… deadened to it all, even after so long. A testament to the human spirit, or something.
Tide wasn't sure which part of himself was more sickened, his personality that came from the twenty-first century, or his new nature that recognized just how… pointless such a thing made life. Life existed for a myriad of reasons, but one of those was for the universe to be able to experience itself, to recognize the vast beauty of all creation and experience it in all its wonder. These people weren't experiencing anything, they were barely alive. Even their worship, their faith in the Emperor, was lessened. They still believed, but they believed in the Emperor the same way they believed that tomorrow would hold the same for them as the day before and the day before that.
Tide had thought, more than once now, about just… ending them. Especially now that he knew he safeguarded their souls after their death. Would that be better? No, it wouldn't be better… but it also wouldn't be worse.
He had dissuaded himself from those thoughts. Their beliefs were not his own. He knew that tomorrow could be better. He hoped it could be, in any case. He'd improved the lives of these people already, but he could still do more. Perhaps not while the Sisters were around to see, not until he'd Altered them as well and anyone else who might notice, but he would do what the Imperium had failed to do. Their lives would never be perfect… But they would live.
The Broodmind coiled tightly around the burning hive spires of Whiro. Within the burning wrecks, the last remnants of its enemies were hunted down and slaughtered or converted. Each drone gained rejoined the same manufactories where they had once worked, operating the machines with glee in the name of their new gods. Such tactics were… unusual to the Broodmind, not something it was used to. It was a creature of action and reaction. There was preparation, yes, but always towards a single, overarching goal: subvert enemy defenses and call the Godmind.
This… was not that. Bulwarks were built up, rather than torn down. Defenses strengthened, rather than weakened. Weapon emplacements were repaired, rather than sabotaged.
With the arrival of the green enemies, recognized by some of its drones as 'greenskins', the Broodmind had been forced onto the defensive. Attempts at infiltration of the newcomers had been less than successful. Unknown methods of detection had allowed the greenskins to destroy any converts among their ranks and the Broodmind had yet to discover a counter. The greenskins had surrounded Whiro and captured the area known to the Broodmind's drones as the lower city. Rather than expend its more valuable genestealers upon the green aliens, the Broodmind had sent waves of chaff against this newest enemy. The loss of life was immense, but of low importance. Their biomass would not be lost, merely changed.
Holding and protecting territory or, more specifically, the factories it now reconfigured to its own usage, was a strange, but necessary thing. The Broodmind was, above all else, adaptable. Perhaps not genetically, but there were other methods.
Its newest method of defense was already being produced in great quantities by billions of drones. Not against the greenskins or the rest of the unconverted humans… but against the only real threat on the planet to the Broodmind… and, perhaps, to the Godmind itself.
As each new breathing apparatus was fashioned in the factories of Whiro and Enyo, the Broodmind calculated the approaching moment of its next attack.
They were admitted into the palace of Malum's governor with surprising speed. Although they were a group of Sisters of Battle, their arrival had been, presumably, unexpected. Perhaps the Inquisitor had contacted the governor ahead of time and laid a trap?
However, that seemed unlikely. They were escorted by only a squad of eight PDF troopers, garbed in the equipment of the palace's guard, and they had not even attempted to ask them for their weapons. While there was no chance that Serrita would part with her heavy bolter even if it was demanded by the governor himself, it was still surprising that their wasn't a heavier presence.
Perhaps it was because they weren't going to see the governor, but the man that had been appointed by him to command the city's defenses in the present conflict.
Serrita was less familiar with Monstrum's political landscape than Canoness Praxiah, but she was not completely ignorant of it either. The city governors were supposed to be the commanders of the city's local forces in case of attack, but it wasn't unheard of for them to appoint the duty to someone else. Usually, however, that man was another noble.
The man called Colonel Marcus Agrippa was not a noble of any family she had ever heard of. Nor had she heard of the man himself until their guide had informed her that they would be receiving an audience with him as he was coordinating the city's defenses. Presumably, that meant he was also responsible for the resounding successes against the Orks and possibly even the cultists as well.
It wasn't so strange that his name hadn't been on any of the reports sent back to Deimos, but the city's governor instead. Perhaps he owed the governor a favor or was a close personal friend, someone outside the nobility. Serrita really couldn't say.
The room they were admitted to was a flurry of activity, despite the fact that the city was under no immediate threat. Aides, officers, logisticians, and administratum adepts moved about in a state of ordered chaos, carrying and writing reports, approving requests, and conducting the art of war with the brutal efficiency she would have expected to see in the leadership of a guard regiment, not a hive's PDF.
She could not pick out any officer who stood out from the others. They all wore Monstrum's PDF officer uniforms with surprisingly little decoration, plain grey and red tunics with only their rank insignias displayed on their sleeves and chest. Most of them were majors, the commanders of PDF regiments.
No one acknowledged their arrival or even seemed to notice them, save for one officer who quickly stood from his seat at a central table and walked over to them. Serrita only realized his insignia showed him to be a colonel when he had stopped in front of her and already made the sign of the Aquilla.
"Welcome to Malum, Sister," The officer said. His face was plain and serious. He looked to be in his late forties and lacked any obvious sign of rejuvenat treatments nobles often had. Either he'd somehow had access to high quality treatments that hid the telltale signs of chemically induced youth or he was just rather young for his rank. "I am Colonel Marcus Agrippa. Malum's Defense Forces stand ready to assist the Order of the Cleansing Rains."
"I am Sister Adelus," She replied. Once more, she was thankful for her helmet, which hid the surprised look on her face. That was… very fast. "You know of our mission?"
"We received word from Deimos that your Order would be coming," Agrippa said simply, and Serrita wondered about that. He had not specified who had told them. "I apologize about the lack of a more formal welcome, but I assumed you'd rather we get about the business of war than stand on ceremony."
Serrita felt a wry smile cross her lips. The man was blunt. She wondered if he was a former Guard officer. "We are Sisters of Battle, colonel. War is our ceremony."
"I thought as much," Agrippa said with a nod, and she thought she saw the makings of a smile tugging at his lips. "I have been granted command over eight regiments of Malum's PDF. I'm afraid the governor has insisted the other nineteen remain to defend the city."
Serrita's eyes narrowed at that. From what she knew, most of the hive cities in the south had less than twenty regiments apiece. In a time of war, that number obviously would increase, but if they were only getting raw recruits…
"I can vouch for these regiments, Sister," Agrippa stated and Serrita wondered if her body language had conveyed something of her thoughts. "They served in the battles against the Orks and the cultists. They're not guardsmen, but they're ready to serve the Emperor."
Serrita's concerns slowly ebbed away, and she nodded approvingly. "Excellent. How soon can they march?"
This time, Agrippa had a wry smile on his own face that matched Serrita's. "The regiments have already assembled and stand ready to move out as soon as your Order arrives. We'll march at your Canoness' command."
Tide watched the Sisters through the eyes of what had swiftly become his most valued puppet form. Normally, there was no way Tide would have managed to place one of his infiltration forms in such a high position within the Imperium this quickly. Indeed, even if he'd done everything he could to make one of them the most ferocious and tactically intelligent beings on the planet, which he'd done with more than one of them, and had them perform acts of unparalleled valor and bravery on the battlefield against the Orks, which he had also made sure to do, there was little chance of any major advancements.
It was fortunate, then, that the city's governor was extremely corrupt. Fortunately, not in the Chaos-worshipping kind of way and only in the 'would sell his own seat of power for enough money' kind of way. It helped that he was also somewhat unwell in the head. That such a man could still be considered upstanding in terms of morality among the nobility was… not surprising in the slightest, if Tide was being truthful.
Tide, having access to the entire Underhive and all its contents, had sold a number of semi-valuable artifacts on the surface to gather the necessary funds. They were mostly worthless to him, scraps of archaeotech, half-functional salvage, old artifacts that would only be valued by certain collectors. There were a wealth of those among the nobility and he'd gladly used the fact that their minds were open books to him to squeeze them for every crown he could. It was nothing they hadn't done themselves to those less fortunate.
Having suddenly gained a fortune that could have paid for an interplanetary-vessel, if not a warp-capable one, Tide had arranged the bribe and for his puppet to benefit. He'd even laid 'evidence' that one of the noble families rival to the colonel Agrippa would replace had sponsored his ascension in the inevitability that someone looked closely at it. It was… surprisingly easy to cover his tracks. The Adeptus Arbites and similar organizations were trained to investigate individuals that worked alone or in groups that knew each other to some degree or had to communicate with each other through a trackable method, be it in person or over vox. They had a much harder time tracking something that worked as invisibly as a hive mind.
Likely, that was why they had such trouble with genestealers.
Regardless, the result was the same. Agrippa was made colonel in command of the city's defenses and the only people with the power to do anything about it were all either occupied with more important business or properly provided with suitable 'gifts'. Even if anyone caught the scent of something being more than what the evidence pointed to, Tide would be on the lookout for them. At best, he could set up more evidence that continued to mislead them, at worst, he could exert another kind of influence…
In terms of all the actions he had taken thus far, this one made him feel the dirtiest. Maybe it was the use of money? Still, it was better than just killing the colonel and puppeteering his corpse around… Probably. None of the nobles, including that man, were what Tide would consider 'good people'. At best, they were snobs, at worst… Well, for some, it was rather difficult to not just make them all suffer 'accidents'. Or make their heads explode.
The nobility was, unfortunately, not going anywhere for the immediate future. Tide wasn't sure what he was going to do after all this was over, assuming he ended up with control of the planet. Much of Monstrum's people weren't just broken, it was like their fighting spirit had been literally bred out of them. In many, there was no spark of life at all, it was as though they were as machine as any cog. They worked quietly, slept quietly, died quietly. The result of ten thousand years of constant oppression.
In another way, it was sort of heartening to see that only part of the population was so… deadened to it all, even after so long. A testament to the human spirit, or something.
Tide wasn't sure which part of himself was more sickened, his personality that came from the twenty-first century, or his new nature that recognized just how… pointless such a thing made life. Life existed for a myriad of reasons, but one of those was for the universe to be able to experience itself, to recognize the vast beauty of all creation and experience it in all its wonder. These people weren't experiencing anything, they were barely alive. Even their worship, their faith in the Emperor, was lessened. They still believed, but they believed in the Emperor the same way they believed that tomorrow would hold the same for them as the day before and the day before that.
Tide had thought, more than once now, about just… ending them. Especially now that he knew he safeguarded their souls after their death. Would that be better? No, it wouldn't be better… but it also wouldn't be worse.
He had dissuaded himself from those thoughts. Their beliefs were not his own. He knew that tomorrow could be better. He hoped it could be, in any case. He'd improved the lives of these people already, but he could still do more. Perhaps not while the Sisters were around to see, not until he'd Altered them as well and anyone else who might notice, but he would do what the Imperium had failed to do. Their lives would never be perfect… But they would live.
The Broodmind coiled tightly around the burning hive spires of Whiro. Within the burning wrecks, the last remnants of its enemies were hunted down and slaughtered or converted. Each drone gained rejoined the same manufactories where they had once worked, operating the machines with glee in the name of their new gods. Such tactics were… unusual to the Broodmind, not something it was used to. It was a creature of action and reaction. There was preparation, yes, but always towards a single, overarching goal: subvert enemy defenses and call the Godmind.
This… was not that. Bulwarks were built up, rather than torn down. Defenses strengthened, rather than weakened. Weapon emplacements were repaired, rather than sabotaged.
With the arrival of the green enemies, recognized by some of its drones as 'greenskins', the Broodmind had been forced onto the defensive. Attempts at infiltration of the newcomers had been less than successful. Unknown methods of detection had allowed the greenskins to destroy any converts among their ranks and the Broodmind had yet to discover a counter. The greenskins had surrounded Whiro and captured the area known to the Broodmind's drones as the lower city. Rather than expend its more valuable genestealers upon the green aliens, the Broodmind had sent waves of chaff against this newest enemy. The loss of life was immense, but of low importance. Their biomass would not be lost, merely changed.
Holding and protecting territory or, more specifically, the factories it now reconfigured to its own usage, was a strange, but necessary thing. The Broodmind was, above all else, adaptable. Perhaps not genetically, but there were other methods.
Its newest method of defense was already being produced in great quantities by billions of drones. Not against the greenskins or the rest of the unconverted humans… but against the only real threat on the planet to the Broodmind… and, perhaps, to the Godmind itself.
As each new breathing apparatus was fashioned in the factories of Whiro and Enyo, the Broodmind calculated the approaching moment of its next attack.
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So, that's 169 votes yes, 19 votes no. On Spacebattles, the results for that vote were about 108 votes yes, 10 votes no. So, 277 votes yes total, 29 votes no total.
Boy, that was a close one. Really came down to the wire there.
Those only prevent infection via the respiratory system. Open wounds are still fair game, and Tide has figured out spore-coated spine throwers as we saw in the space hulk. Only problem is he can't use those in front of the Sisters. Oh well, fog the area densely enough, and bullet holes will work just fine.
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I mean, he is the Flood. A new existential threat to the galaxy deserves its own version of FTL to show off to the other races.
The fact Slipspace may be slower, but far, Far more consistent than Warp travel is uh. Simply icing on the cake really.
And actually better in many cases, what with the lack of Daemon's to deal with.
The fact Slipspace may be slower, but far, Far more consistent than Warp travel is uh. Simply icing on the cake really.
And actually better in many cases, what with the lack of Daemon's to deal with.
plus almost every major faction gets their own FTL from the Eldar webway Necron Inertialess drives and Tyranid Gravitic lensing
- Location
- Euclidean plane
I enjoy the fact that the Tyranid presence has to actually think outside the box when it's faced with something that might actually be an existential threat. Makes me wonder how it will change.
I get the feeling that the gestalt in general doesn't come across those very often. More likely, it deals with threats from trivial to 'oh look, another imperial navy to eventually overcome' rather than 'oh shit wait what is that? Eww! Kill it, kill it!'
I get the feeling that the gestalt in general doesn't come across those very often. More likely, it deals with threats from trivial to 'oh look, another imperial navy to eventually overcome' rather than 'oh shit wait what is that? Eww! Kill it, kill it!'
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Oh man, those might have worked if it was feral stage flood spores…but against a gravemind? They are just about as useful as clothes are.
If he ever gets enough biomass to become a KEYMIND…that changes *everything*…
Not even reincarnating would save them from flood infection, and that means eldar, necron, saints, and chaos will be turbo fucked.
If he ever gets enough biomass to become a KEYMIND…that changes *everything*…
Not even reincarnating would save them from flood infection, and that means eldar, necron, saints, and chaos will be turbo fucked.