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Massive, in a word, the only description befitting the single Tyranid hive ship that was moving through the forgotten solar system on a spiral far from Terra. Over three hundred kilometers in length, it was a single living organism that had traveled across thousands of light years. It was also undergoing dramatic internal changes. Structures were melting away and being replaced by incredibly tough and flexible constructs that ran the length of the creature. The shape was slowly elongating, turning into a streamlined form. After nearly eight years, the ship looked like a cone with a massive armored point at the fore end.
The hive ship was on a perfect interception course for the fifth orbital body. It was large, as worlds go, and largely covered with water. A primordial world, the oceans were teaming with a thick biological soup. The zooplankton-analogs had not the slightest inkling that three of the planet's moons were infested with Tyranids and already producing hive ships. Elsewhere in the system, two other planets and nearly a dozen moons were as well. The pregnant Norn Queen had seeded them all during its initial pass through the star's gravity well twenty years prior.
Pregnant is the best description for the giant hive ship. Its Norn Queen organism had reached maturity. Full maturity, not the frantic reproduction and calving normally associated with hive ships during their long adolescence. This creature, on countless worlds in the Milky Way and another galaxy, had filled its genetic banks with the DNA of millions of species. The Norn Queen could hold no more and it was following instincts billions of years old. It was going to seed.
For ages it had searched for a suitable system. Here, around a red star that was last visited by the Eldar forty millennium past and named "Kohr-Ah," it had found the perfect nest. Five gas giants would provide HE3 and countless other materials. Already giant organic constructs, also seeded once the Norn Queen knew this was to be her breeding ground, were taking over the moons around those planets. Soon they would be trailing tendrils hundreds of miles long into the gas giants' atmospheres, siphoning off the useful ingredients. The multiple livable worlds and moons would provide massive amounts of further biomass.
The ship suddenly increased speed, ever making gentle corrections to keep it on an intercept for the water planet. Any observer would have thought it a suicide run, the interstellar equivalent of whale-analogs beaching themselves. With a warbling cry on the psychic band that would eventually carry on to other galaxies, the Norn Queen speared the doomed world. Her armored beak penetrated miles through the crust, straight to the mantle, and complex psychic and biological functions ate away hundreds of tons of reaction mass created for this very occasion. Magma followed prepared conduits through the mother Tyranid, jetting hundreds of miles into space. She used the energy to fuel her explosive reproduction. Gargantuan roots spread across the planet's surface, swelling as each absorbed trillions of gallons of water. The organic latticework that was the heart of the Norn Queen was crushed into a critical mass. It was DNA fusion on a scale undreamed of. Then the fantastic treasure of genetic coding was scattered across the enveloped planet in an orgy of rebirth that lasted weeks and changed the planet's axial tilt.
Any non-Tyranid close enough to look upon the scene would have died from the massive psychic outburst that occurred as the Kohr-Ah Hive Mind flowered. The new being was fifty thousand miles in diameter and its birthing screams flooded the synapse band across the entire Milky Way. When that wave reached them, every Tyranid organism paused. Every ship spawned in the local solar system and thousands of those wandering the stars instantly became part of the Kohr-Ah consciousness. The new hive fleet began to congregate, individual ships and splinter fleets flowing together to one purpose.
The flowering left a pit in the warp, a place of total deadness to the realm of Chaos. Indeed, the Tyranids were the physical universe's immune system. Ages past, the Eye of Terror was created and it still ate at the material plane like a cancer. Millions of hive ships would penetrate its boundaries and hundreds would reach maturity, just as the mother of Kohr-Ah had. They would infest worlds and slowly destroy the taint, filling in the maelstrom like platelets clotting a cut. Much of the galaxy might be wasteland by then, ruined by the hive mind's appetite for biomass to fuel the battle against Chaos, but from ashes comes new life. Entire races would be extinct; they were not gone forever. Once the infection was destroyed, more Hive Minds would carefully parse through individual species' DNA, cleaning bits that invited the taint of entropy. They would inject the code into individual hive ships, instructing them to return to planets and moons in habitable orbits. The space going monsters would settle onto the barren surfaces by the tens of thousands, decomposing and releasing the special DNA programming. Again, Mankind and the Eldar might travel the stars; forever free of demons.
The cycle had gone on for countless ages, since the Arisians withdrew and left their hounds to purify reality in case they chose to return.
Not quite sure on the Tyranids being the answer to chaos. But I liked how it was written. The only thing that I didn't think would fit is the immune system thing. I mean, the Tryanids are from another Universe. How could they be this one's immune system?
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that was such a beutiful thought :cry:
sounded a lot like a programme on the "Animal Planet"
please write more.
I'll go out on a wild goose chase here if you don't mind.
I think the Orks are more like athelete's foot or something. Maybe they could be compared to being infected with von Neumann machines and slowly turning into green goo.
Anyway, I figured that swallowing the Tyranids as the universe's immune system, in essence the defenders of reality, might need a lot more fleshing out than the short story. Perhaps I should cut it down to just the birth of the Kohr-Ah Hive Mind.
do tyranids really re-establish colonies of races they "ate"?? i find the idea very romantic indeed
I'll go out on a wild goose chase here if you don't mind.
Tyranids eat, and reproduce, and grow, and eat, and reproduce, and grow..
They don't even leave atmospheres on the worlds they consume. Nothing close to what we think of as life could ever live their again.
If anything is a galactic immune system, it's the orks. Unlike Tyranids, orks don't just eat and grow, they reproduce rapidly when threatened, but when not needed they sink back down into infighting, the population tails off, and everything returns to normal. Ironically, orks are the creatures in the galaxy most capable of cooexisting with the others, provided the others don't mind being regularly 'pruned.'
This fluff is way too 'out there' for me, I'm afraid. It's not recognisably 40k, it's more like Alpha Centuri. You've irreprably altered the entire setting into something I can't reconcile with the official tyranid fluff.
And how can Tyranids fight chaos.. They depend on the warp for their survival.
I think the others are right when they say it isn't quite right. But I really like the idea, great concept and it's well written. I think you make some changes to fit more into the real 40K universe, it will get even better.
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