Lub-dub..
Through countless millennia, the fleet, if you could call it such, had slumbered, the creatures that the fleet composed of, dormant. Vast leviathans measuring over 5 km in length, their carapace pitted and scarred from the vast distances travelled.
Lub-dub..
Huge columns of ice formed from the creatures’ secreted resin covered its exterior. No energy was wasted during the time it had plied through the void. A solitary heartbeat was the only indication that any sign of life remained.
Lub-dub..
Through the meters thick ice that coated it, unnaturally sensitive spines had detected the gravitational pull of a nearby galaxy, and the fleet had spent the last couple of hundred years moving relentlessly towards their goal, their journey now entering its final stages.
Lub-dub..
Slowly, by human reckoning at least, the creatures heart rate increased, the gestalt consciousness of the hive mind pulling the creature from it’s slumber, synapses in its cathedral sized brain, that hadn’t been used for millennia, started to fire. Sending signals to the other, smaller, brains to wake.
Lub-dub.. Lub-dub..
Within the creature, capillary veins and tunnels, that once seemed dead, started to come to life, small pebble sized beetles, started to move. At first one, then dozens, then thousands of them were crawling through the ship, clearing away the detritus left behind from millennia of neglect.
Lub-dub.. Lub-dub..
Great chunks of ice the size of frigates were sent tumbling away into space, as muscles capable of snapping a battleship in half began to stretch and contract on the creatures’ exterior.
Lub-dub.. Lub-dub..
Within the ship a great piercing shrike echoed throughout the network of capillary veins and tunnels. Deep in the bowels of the ship, the norm queen had awakened.
Lub-dub.. Lub-dub..
The hive mind, its control of the fleet, of all such fleets, undiminished by distance, its influence slowly waking the Tyranid hive fleet. The eternal hunger to consume all biomatter, driving it to consume galaxy after galaxy, since time immemorial.
Prey was nearby.
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By the way Lub-dub, is the sound of a heart beat. Apparently. :oP
ReplyDeleteSo teletubbies speak heartbeats? :oP
ReplyDeleteNah good stuff mate :oP
eeehhh oooohhh lol
ReplyDeleteOh dear, how come the first thing that comes to both of your minds is teletubbies. Too much day time TV for you two I thinks.
ReplyDeleteActually as a connoisseur of daytime tv lub-dub sounds more like the waybuloos, but I went with the teletubbies as being better known for our generation (being the groundbreakers of the the current wave of "seriously what the f**k" childrens tv they actually made the news and came to the attention of most of us... by the time the waybuloos arrived it was just "oh god another one of THOSE shows" *eyeroll for effect*)
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