Post by j0rdan on Jun 18, 2014 19:46:19 GMT
Hey guys, thought I'd share some fluff I wrote for my hive fleet in an upcoming campaign at my local store. This will be the bugs' first foray into the ongoing narrative in my group, so I'm pretty stoked! Fluff told about my army will usually be from the perspective of an Ordos Xenos Inquisitor that has dedicated herself to studying this particular hive fleet. I may add more on to this at a later time, as related story elements from other generals fall into place. Please enjoy!
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[Redacted content may be viewed in it's original form only at the behest of an authorized Inquisitorial representative. Viewing said material under any other circumstances is both treason and heresy, each grounds for immediate and summary execution. In His name.]
[REDACTED], 39M. Datalink [REDACTED]
Inquisitor Ocát Onac'lov, Ordos Xenos
I will try to keep this brief, as numerous actions are currently underway at [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], and my attentions are needed elsewhere.
I arrived in the Unious sector to investigate reports citing numerous cells of genestealer activity, hoping to glean some new morsel of Tryanid knowledge by observing them in a system outside the reach of His Majesty's Holy Astronomicon.
Needless to say, travel to such a place is hazardous at best, relying on patience and no small store of luck to arrive in one piece, let alone in a timely manner.
I arrived to find, well, a right good mess. Massed armies of Imperial forces, both human and Astartes, were licking their wounds after being harried off [REDACTED] by the traitorous forces of [REDACTED]. And so close to a Tau sept world! I was under no illusions that the blue-bloods would be content to sit back while their surrounding boiled over into a cauldron of war, and I didn't wish to reveal my presence to my honored allies just yet, so I made way to the (at the time) relatively quiet local hive world on the far end of the sector, a world known as Nari-Sept (Any similarity to Tau language, I'm told, is coincidental).
I spent my initial weeks on planet deploying my [REDACTED], which I use to sponge up every last bit of information whenever I make planetfall on-mission. I like to have eyes and ears in many places, high and low, and these I trust more than any man. My habitual paranoia was to end up paying off. Upon returning to my vessel, I found my navigator a gibbering mess. She was obviously shattered inside, and could do little more than convulse and scream about "The Shadow".
This is by no means an original phenomenon, and I immediately understood it's import...
My crew and I escaped before the worst of it came. Most did not. I've had a uniquely front-seat view, too, as my [REDACTED] systems are able, once seeded, to observe all the events in multiple hot-spots across the planet, without being discovered by prying eyes.
The spectacle I beheld was the grandest of tragedies. I need not go into detail. The general consumption patterns of victorious Tyranic forces are well-documented in other texts. What does bear mentioning though, is a marked divergence in the swarm's endgame. It is widely known among knowledgeable circles that the great devourer does not hold ground. Once it has what it needs, it literally packs up and moves on.
Yet, this strain does not. Make no mistake, it is obvious the monstrous bio-ships are in working order. But, my [REDACTED] have shown me images of worker beasts slaving away at what appear to be fortifications, rather than throwing themselves into churning digestion vats. Scouting bio-forms rove the abandoned wastelands, even though there is no foe to fight.
I can only guess at why. Perhaps this is a macro-scale adaptation to the Tyrannic way of war, spurned by their unknowable intelligence somehow predicting the gigantic confrontation sure to sweep this sector into war. There may be some fault in the fleet's mechanisms for planetary exodus, though that seems unlikely. Maybe there is something they are searching for, which keeps them on-planet. I shudder to think what could be so important to the hive, as to give pause to it's advance.
I've since joined up with Imperial elements to advise them of the imminent Tyrannic threat, and to offer my expertise on the matter. I imagine my help will be needed, as their hands are already quite full.
I have also met some refugees of Nari-Sept, and there are those among them that believe the coming of the devourer is the fulfillment of an ancient doomsday prophecy unique to their culture. Legend speaks of a great serpent, so large that it's arrival is heralded by an eclipse, with doom it's only purpose. I'm not the superstitious type, but I can't help but feel the description is apt, and doomsday has certainly come and gone for them.
With that said, I have designated this hive fleet Bakunawa, in memory of this legend, and pray that we may be able to pierce it's eclipse.
DISCLAIMER: PLEASE READ CAREFULLY
[Redacted content may be viewed in it's original form only at the behest of an authorized Inquisitorial representative. Viewing said material under any other circumstances is both treason and heresy, each grounds for immediate and summary execution. In His name.]
[REDACTED], 39M. Datalink [REDACTED]
Inquisitor Ocát Onac'lov, Ordos Xenos
I will try to keep this brief, as numerous actions are currently underway at [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], and my attentions are needed elsewhere.
I arrived in the Unious sector to investigate reports citing numerous cells of genestealer activity, hoping to glean some new morsel of Tryanid knowledge by observing them in a system outside the reach of His Majesty's Holy Astronomicon.
Needless to say, travel to such a place is hazardous at best, relying on patience and no small store of luck to arrive in one piece, let alone in a timely manner.
I arrived to find, well, a right good mess. Massed armies of Imperial forces, both human and Astartes, were licking their wounds after being harried off [REDACTED] by the traitorous forces of [REDACTED]. And so close to a Tau sept world! I was under no illusions that the blue-bloods would be content to sit back while their surrounding boiled over into a cauldron of war, and I didn't wish to reveal my presence to my honored allies just yet, so I made way to the (at the time) relatively quiet local hive world on the far end of the sector, a world known as Nari-Sept (Any similarity to Tau language, I'm told, is coincidental).
I spent my initial weeks on planet deploying my [REDACTED], which I use to sponge up every last bit of information whenever I make planetfall on-mission. I like to have eyes and ears in many places, high and low, and these I trust more than any man. My habitual paranoia was to end up paying off. Upon returning to my vessel, I found my navigator a gibbering mess. She was obviously shattered inside, and could do little more than convulse and scream about "The Shadow".
This is by no means an original phenomenon, and I immediately understood it's import...
My crew and I escaped before the worst of it came. Most did not. I've had a uniquely front-seat view, too, as my [REDACTED] systems are able, once seeded, to observe all the events in multiple hot-spots across the planet, without being discovered by prying eyes.
The spectacle I beheld was the grandest of tragedies. I need not go into detail. The general consumption patterns of victorious Tyranic forces are well-documented in other texts. What does bear mentioning though, is a marked divergence in the swarm's endgame. It is widely known among knowledgeable circles that the great devourer does not hold ground. Once it has what it needs, it literally packs up and moves on.
Yet, this strain does not. Make no mistake, it is obvious the monstrous bio-ships are in working order. But, my [REDACTED] have shown me images of worker beasts slaving away at what appear to be fortifications, rather than throwing themselves into churning digestion vats. Scouting bio-forms rove the abandoned wastelands, even though there is no foe to fight.
I can only guess at why. Perhaps this is a macro-scale adaptation to the Tyrannic way of war, spurned by their unknowable intelligence somehow predicting the gigantic confrontation sure to sweep this sector into war. There may be some fault in the fleet's mechanisms for planetary exodus, though that seems unlikely. Maybe there is something they are searching for, which keeps them on-planet. I shudder to think what could be so important to the hive, as to give pause to it's advance.
I've since joined up with Imperial elements to advise them of the imminent Tyrannic threat, and to offer my expertise on the matter. I imagine my help will be needed, as their hands are already quite full.
I have also met some refugees of Nari-Sept, and there are those among them that believe the coming of the devourer is the fulfillment of an ancient doomsday prophecy unique to their culture. Legend speaks of a great serpent, so large that it's arrival is heralded by an eclipse, with doom it's only purpose. I'm not the superstitious type, but I can't help but feel the description is apt, and doomsday has certainly come and gone for them.
With that said, I have designated this hive fleet Bakunawa, in memory of this legend, and pray that we may be able to pierce it's eclipse.
