Azaha
23-07-2005, 02:57
The system of eleven planets looked different. No longer was the different diversities of planets there. The raging ocean world, the tropical paradice, the temperate planet, the cold fringe of the farthest world, and a few earth-like planets. No, there was no longer such a thing. All there was, was perfection.
The worlds had been morphed, shaped, and grown. Pods had been sent there some time ago, and in that shot time, the planets themselves seemed to breath now, live, and pulse.
What were they? Now they were parents, mothers and fathers forced into one mass, these masses giving birth to more and more ferocious creatures. But that was the minor production. The big production, the major feat, the feat that would make this species feared in the galaxy: Hive fleets.
Already the Swarm's homeworld had spit out four major hive ships, each averaging alittle bigger than ISD's. The other planets in the sytem began their growing and birthing of more specialized creatures. Recent fights and the organic analysis of other life forms and their DNA bestowed a massive improvement on themselves, making them more perfect then ever.
They had completely done away with the old warriors of Xenomorphs, and smelted their biomass to create more resources for other beings. These were to be replaced by Genestealers, and their synapse creatures, Brood Lords.
How could such an insentient race do such things with no apparent resources? The planet and the sun itself. Each planet was now a living organism, draining the world of it's hot magma center, stealing the different resources, using them to grow organics, and those in turn used to make creatures. Photosynthesis was another big player. The sun's heat and UV rays powered these huge organic mothers and factories. There was enough resources here to last for a long time... but once that time came, there would have to be change...
Perfection had begun, and nothing could stop it.
The worlds had been morphed, shaped, and grown. Pods had been sent there some time ago, and in that shot time, the planets themselves seemed to breath now, live, and pulse.
What were they? Now they were parents, mothers and fathers forced into one mass, these masses giving birth to more and more ferocious creatures. But that was the minor production. The big production, the major feat, the feat that would make this species feared in the galaxy: Hive fleets.
Already the Swarm's homeworld had spit out four major hive ships, each averaging alittle bigger than ISD's. The other planets in the sytem began their growing and birthing of more specialized creatures. Recent fights and the organic analysis of other life forms and their DNA bestowed a massive improvement on themselves, making them more perfect then ever.
They had completely done away with the old warriors of Xenomorphs, and smelted their biomass to create more resources for other beings. These were to be replaced by Genestealers, and their synapse creatures, Brood Lords.
How could such an insentient race do such things with no apparent resources? The planet and the sun itself. Each planet was now a living organism, draining the world of it's hot magma center, stealing the different resources, using them to grow organics, and those in turn used to make creatures. Photosynthesis was another big player. The sun's heat and UV rays powered these huge organic mothers and factories. There was enough resources here to last for a long time... but once that time came, there would have to be change...
Perfection had begun, and nothing could stop it.