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 Post subject: Dissection of an Eldar Craftworld
PostPosted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 2:44 am 
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The hive tyrant awoke from hibernation upon ejection from the hive ship, its body encased in the secure, tight tentacles of a mycetic spore. The omnipresence of the Hive Mind had engaged both organisms, triggering the otherwise instinctive spore to optimize its grasp of its payload while simultaneously flooding the tyrant’s memory with information procured by the vanguard forces already in position.

Though the spore had no ports through which to view its approach, the tyrant already knew everything the advance scouts—the genestealers, lictors and warriors—knew and experienced. Among the images transferred were the smooth, sleek curves of inorganic structures that transported two-legs at incredible speeds and tall crystalline buildings that soared high into the stars. This particular hive tyrant had faced this foe hundreds of years before, but its memories were as fresh as if the battle had been waged yesterday. These particular two-legs were fast and nimble, with exotic hand weaponry that was as powerful as the mightiest weaponry of any other race. Speed was their greatest asset, by foot and by sky. Once caught they were easily defeated, but catching them would be no simple feat.

The memories of long ago revealed lumbering tactics that were inefficient. The hive fleet had assaulted a massive orbital transport that housed many of these swift two-legs. Entrance was limited, forcing the fleet to rely more on foot power than spore power. Eventually the hordes prevailed and the entire world was devoured, but it took time to reduce the biomass as many more rippers had to be spawned to consume the many, many Tyranids that could not throw themselves into the digestion pools.

This time would be different. This time, the Hive fleet had help from the inside. During that first battle, the transparent dome that surrounded the massive transport repelled the spores, sending them careening into deep space. The genestealers that had already infiltrated the massive community found ways to bypass this limitation, allowing the vanguard spores to travel through the dome and make landfall below. Though the enemy was already on high alert—their first inorganic forces were already engaged in combat amongst the stars—the arrival of termagants, hormagaunts and their warrior minders in the heart of their world set the natives running in panic. Through the Hive Mind the tyrant “saw” the biovores and venomthropes arriving overhead to provide support. Soon, the tyrant would join them.

The tyrant’s spore reverberated with a shudder from laser fire. The hiss of air escaping into the vacuum of space erupted well beneath the tyrant’s feet. The spore spun end over end, flipping the tyrant in every direction as it continued its descent towards the world below. Through the warriors’ eyes it saw its spore pass through the dome’s boundary. The hissing immediately stopped, but it was a short-lived respite as the spore struck landfall at an awkward angle. The tentacles took the brunt of the impact, preserving the tyrant from bodily harm. Though several were crushed and rendered useless, the tentacles mounted on the opposite side of the spore unfurled, spinning the tyrant out of the spore and onto the ground behind it, shielding the tyrant from the small weapons fire of a nearby unit of two-legs dressed in an ornate blue and white carapace. No sooner did the tentacles deposit the tyrant did they whip forward with reckless abandon into the two-legs, forcing several to tumble out of the way while a third was crushed beneath a tentacle’s massive weight.

As the tyrant rose to its full height another spore struck nearby. Stone and dirt erupted up and over the tyrant’s shoulder as it extended its will out towards the Tyranids already engaged in combat. A brood of hormagaunts were frenetically tearing at green two-legs with tooth-spinning swords while a brood of warriors shot suppression fire into another unit of blue-and-whites hunkered behind a wall of planters. Overhead, gargoyles swarmed after a speeding transport unaware of the danger above.

Hefting its bonesword and cracking its whip, the tyrant stepped purposefully out into the open, arched its back and let out a deafening scream. Warp energies reverberated in all directions. The first to be struck were the blue-and-whites shooting into the tyrant’s spore. They immediately ceased fire and gripped at their heads crying out in anguish. One dropped to its knees, then keeled over. In the distance, the green two-legs struggled to keep their attackers at bay but they managed to stay on their feet and soon recovered.

No longer concerned with the spore, the blue-and-whites dashed to the tyrant’s left and fired on the move, aiming high to hit as much of its torso as possible. From behind, three guards bred to protect it leapt in front to absorb the shots as the tyrant continued its implacable march towards them. Regripping its sword, it focused the Warp energies in an effort to sap the two-legs of their ability to fight. For some reason, the effort was far more difficult, lashing the tyrant’s mind. Ignoring the pain, it crashed into the line, pinning two in place with its whip while its sword arced through their carapaces with deadly efficiency. The guards joined in, lashing several others that attempted to leap out of the way and dragging their bodies close so their claws could finish them off. The survivors wailed uselessly against their thick armor, then turned to flee.

In most circumstances, the tyrant would run them down then move on to the next, but to do so now would take him out of position to deal with the rapidly approaching threat from behind. As the blue-and-whites scrambled away, the tyrant and its guard wheeled around and braced themselves for the incoming fire from a squadron of two-legs straddling inorganic steeds. All of them hurled crackling spears, wounding one of the guards. Inexplicably, the spears flew back to their owners as they sped by.

It was a tactic the tyrant had seen before. Last time it had watched this in confusion, giving the assailants time to continue flying by. This time, the tyrant commanded the guards to fling their whips as they passed. One rider was yanked off its mount while another was thrown over the front when its steed was caught in midair and jerked to a stop. The other four, including their brightly colored leader, zoomed by unharmed.

Destroy them, the tyrant commanded its guard as it turned and fired into the backs of the retreating two-legs. As it fired, it saw through the eyes of the warriors to which it was linked by the Hive Mind that the other blue-and-whites were pinned down in place. Knowing the mounted two-legs were approaching their position, the tyrant instructed the warriors to turn and use their whips to catch more as they passed. While one careened out of control into a wall thanks to the tyrant’s devourer fire, two more were immediately caught by the warriors’ lash whips and driven to ground. Only the brightly colored leader managed to escape with some deft moves that could only be made as if it had known what would happen.

To be continued...


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 Post subject: Re: Dissection of an Eldar Craftworld
PostPosted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 2:41 am 
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Really like it so far.

I never considered this before, but the idea of being grabbed by tentacles protruding from a hulking-toothed mass of carapace and being slowly dragged towards it is terrifying..

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 Post subject: Re: Dissection of an Eldar Craftworld
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 Post subject: Re: Dissection of an Eldar Craftworld
PostPosted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 9:46 am 
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Hive Node wrote:
Really like it so far.

I never considered this before, but the idea of being grabbed by tentacles protruding from a hulking-toothed mass of carapace and being slowly dragged towards it is terrifying..

T'be fair, that's because we're normally the hulking-toothed mass of carapace!

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 Post subject: Re: Dissection of an Eldar Craftworld
PostPosted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 1:08 pm 
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The Fire Prism felt nothing as the blast erupted from the crystal tip overhead. Bright light lit the cockpit, now no more than a momentary illumination to the seasoned pilot. His goggles were specially tinted to absorb the radiation, protecting his sensitive eyes so he might survey the landscape and identify critical targets all the faster. Only the most spacially inclined were recruited to fly such a potent skimmer. Partnering with an equally capable gunner made the Fire Prism teams the most devastating tandems in the entire Craftworld.

That synchronicity and teamwork was being pushed to the edge as the Tyranid onslaught continued with no visible signs of abating. The holo shields over the Meadow of Serenity and Repose inexplicably dropped, permitting dozens of Tyranid spores to crash into the rolling hills and generate carnage that had never before been known to its citizens. Though the Eldar’s call to arms was quick, hundreds died in the interim, costly losses for a race already struggling to maintain its numbers. They managed to stem the tides enough for reinforcements to arrive in force and push them back from the susceptible core of the Craftworld, but the Tyranids seemed to anticipate this. A new wave of drop spores entered through the defenses, delivering far ghastlier beasts that crushed the concrete paths beneath their feet as they trounced through the once tranquil environs.

“On my left,” the pilot instructed the gunner. The turret lithely swiveled in the desired direction as the tank glided around in a wide circle to expedite targeting. No sooner did the turret stop its swing into position did it fire, vaporizing the bulk of a scything swarm intent on swamping their position. Another nearby Prism vaporized another swathe, decimating their numbers to a manageable number for nearby disciples of Asuryan to cull with their shuriken catapults. Satisfied that the threat was neutralized, the pilot swayed the tank to the left.

The sight of the massive beast straight ahead caused him to jerk up on the control. The tank lurched skyward, eliciting a curse from the gunner over the commlink. The pilot banked the Prism to the right so he might fully absorb the monstrosity before him. The creature stood three heads taller than an Exarch. Two of its four arms bore a menacing sword that crackled with ominous power and a massively long whip tipped with vicious barbs that seemed to writhe of their own accord. The lower two arms were joined in the center by a massive biological gun, a gun that just shot down the final Warlock in the Farseer’s Council.

“New target!” the pilot exclaimed to the gunner, though it was hardly necessary to do so. He could already feel the vibration of the charge building in the rear of the tank as the turret swiveled into position. The cannon pulsed and let loose a focused blast straight for the monster’s back. Amazingly, one of its bodyguards acrobatically leapt in the way, absorbing the shot and flailing to the ground in a jumbled mass of quivering limbs and spurting blood. The monster took no notice of it, stepping over the body on its way behind a landed spore. It took a casual glance their way, unconcerned about the threat it posed.

Nonplussed, the pilot hovered the Fire Prism in place. Were it not for the fact these beasts were just that—beasts—the expression on this one’s face was one of
knowing.

“What is the command?” the gunner asked. He was just as unsettled as the pilot was.

Unsure, the pilot’s attention changed from staring through the spore to staring at it. Its large tentacles waved randomly through the air, occasionally angling for an Eldar unit that drifted closer than it should. Though the spore had portions of its surface armored, far more were exposed flesh; hardly a match for a focused blast from the Prism cannon. From its elevated vantage point the pilot could see several more landed spores beyond this one. What else hid in this forest of flesh and carapace? It was time to raze.

“Eliminate the spores,” the pilot announced over the shared commlink with the other Fire Prisms . He didn’t wait for confirmation as he commanded the gunner to target the nearest spore with a focused blast. Moments later, the spore erupted into a mist of viscera. As the mist settled, the pilot spotted the hulking back of the creature move behind another spore. A second spore exploded to the beast’s right as the gunner powered up to take out a third.

The region was soon choked in a reddish haze of vaporized blood and flesh, but the monstrosity was still mobile. But rather than step behind another spore, it found relief behind a sweeping column that arced fluidly off the Spire of Songs, a congregation site for those Eldar pursuing studies in the vocal arts. The crystalline structure was specially designed to vibrate at specific pitches, augmenting the voices of those singing nearby as if lending its sound to the choir. When done properly it was an enchanting experience.

Shooting at it was not an option.

The pilot grimaced. “Changing position,” he announced to the gunner and the other Fire Prism pilot. He pulled up on the controls and the Fire Prism rose from its low hover and skimmed to the left. The archways to the east of the structure would be wide enough to offer some clear shots at the monster. He found a prime position on a low bluff entering into a botanical garden that managed to remain unspoiled by the Tyranid incursion. Settling into position, he had clear line of sight to his target, whose attentions were directed at the building itself. It’s last remaining bodyguard skittered to and fro attempting to ascertain from where the next salvo would come.

“Shoot at will.” The gunner charged the Prism cannon. But as it achieved maximum charge, the monster turned its head in their direction and pointed its sword at them. By all appearances, it was a command to fire. But to whom? Aside from the spores far in the distance behind it, no other Tyranids were visible.

The Prism cannon let loose another focused beam. Without fail the bodyguard propelled itself in the way, taking the strike completely while its charge continued to point at them unconcerned. The shot managed to glance off the bodyguard’s shell and reflected skyward into the dome above. The gunner immediately recharged the weapon for another shot.

The beast lowered its sword. It was only then the pilot noticed the giant tips of four harpoons raining down from above.




To be continued. Sorry for the delay in posting. Been pretty busy of late and had one failed POV attempt at this before deciding upon this one. Will be returning to the Tyrant's POV next time, hopefully by next week. Feel free to provide comments in the interim. I'm thick-skinned. :)


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 Post subject: Re: Dissection of an Eldar Craftworld
PostPosted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 3:56 pm 
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Like what I'm reading so far. Great descriptions from both perspectives.

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 Post subject: Re: Dissection of an Eldar Craftworld
PostPosted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 10:40 am 
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very good. suspenseful too. carry on the good work :wink:

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