Post by ilovethenids on Apr 14, 2014 19:01:35 GMT
All of the Tyranid fanfics I've seen have been from an outside view; someone witnessing the carnage brought down upon their world by the alien menace. I wanted to try something a little different - a story from the perspective of a Tyranid as they consumed a world. I'm not sure how great it'll be, but here goes...
The Death of Phaeton Prime
The lictor's hooves hardly made a sound as it stalked through the thick undergrowth. A gentle breeze wafted by, bringing with it a wealth of sensory information. The mass of slimy tendrils dangling from its head writhed with anticipation as the creature's brain recognized the unmistakeable odor of prey. It began to move with a renewed sense of purpose, using its massive scythed forearms to propel it forward in ten-meter leaps. Such large movements made a considerable noise, so the alien stopped periodically; tasting the air to assure it was far enough away to avoid alerting its query.
After several hours of trekking through the dense forests, its prey came into view. In the clearing, there stood a series of short, long buildings, along with a tower that stood higher than any nearby trees. The lictor's instincts, honed over hundreds of years of bioengineering success, immediately recognized the communications array. This device would need to be taken care of... after it dealt with the fresh prey that stood watch. Stealth would be key - while their ranged weapons could be somewhat formidable, these hairless primates folded like wet paper to its deadly claws and talons.
It did not take long for the lictor to choose its first meal - the meatsack walked away from its herd mates. Its victim began leaking yellow fluid from a strange protuberance on its midsection - the pattering sound of droplets scattering across the leaves muffling the approach of the tyranid organism. The lictor suddenly launched out the long, barbed tendrils from its torso, skewering its prey's lungs. Once the flesh hooks dragged the primate within reach, the tyranid prepared its meal, using one of its massive talons to impale the victim's torso.
Feed. Grasping the prey by the neck, the lictor's many tendrils began to enter the skull, getting a strong grip on their target - the brain. The tentacles ripped the organ from its protective casing, pulling it into its concealed maw. Images began to flash in its rudimentary mind, revealing the dominant prey. The human military hierarchy was far beyond the creatures' comprehension, but it only needed to know one thing... Who it would consume next.
[Maybe] to be continued...!
The Death of Phaeton Prime
The lictor's hooves hardly made a sound as it stalked through the thick undergrowth. A gentle breeze wafted by, bringing with it a wealth of sensory information. The mass of slimy tendrils dangling from its head writhed with anticipation as the creature's brain recognized the unmistakeable odor of prey. It began to move with a renewed sense of purpose, using its massive scythed forearms to propel it forward in ten-meter leaps. Such large movements made a considerable noise, so the alien stopped periodically; tasting the air to assure it was far enough away to avoid alerting its query.
After several hours of trekking through the dense forests, its prey came into view. In the clearing, there stood a series of short, long buildings, along with a tower that stood higher than any nearby trees. The lictor's instincts, honed over hundreds of years of bioengineering success, immediately recognized the communications array. This device would need to be taken care of... after it dealt with the fresh prey that stood watch. Stealth would be key - while their ranged weapons could be somewhat formidable, these hairless primates folded like wet paper to its deadly claws and talons.
It did not take long for the lictor to choose its first meal - the meatsack walked away from its herd mates. Its victim began leaking yellow fluid from a strange protuberance on its midsection - the pattering sound of droplets scattering across the leaves muffling the approach of the tyranid organism. The lictor suddenly launched out the long, barbed tendrils from its torso, skewering its prey's lungs. Once the flesh hooks dragged the primate within reach, the tyranid prepared its meal, using one of its massive talons to impale the victim's torso.
Feed. Grasping the prey by the neck, the lictor's many tendrils began to enter the skull, getting a strong grip on their target - the brain. The tentacles ripped the organ from its protective casing, pulling it into its concealed maw. Images began to flash in its rudimentary mind, revealing the dominant prey. The human military hierarchy was far beyond the creatures' comprehension, but it only needed to know one thing... Who it would consume next.
[Maybe] to be continued...!
