Well, I'm back with a new story. As several people noticed, Reborn Warriors and Final Crusade didn't really involve the 'disorder' non-human races very much. Hence, I decided that a side-story or two to remedy that would be a good idea.

Jumper Prime; I'm glad that you enjoyed Final Crusade. Given that I don't seem capable of leaving the story line alone, I'll probably wrap up one or two of the hanging plotlines up at a later date. As for what the Emperor is looking for, all I will say is to check the Horus Heresy art book.

Yoshomo; Thanks! I was trying to go for an ending that fitted in both Warhammer 40,000 and Neon Genesis Evangelion. If it wouldn't have stolen my sanity, I would have enjoyed seeing the Chaos Powers' faces as they were 'bearded in their own den'. As for what happens after Final Crusade… I may do that after I finish this story.

PuppySlayer; Thanks; I really wanted to make a fic that fans of both series could understand (one of the reasons behind the descriptions at the end of each chapter).

Metallix6; If there's one constant, complaint isn't the right word, lets say comment, it's that I was focussing mostly on the Imperium and Chaos forces. This is the first of the stories I intend to use to fix this. No Necrons this time, I'm afraid, but probably in the next one.

diabloelmo; As Sephrocks2000 says, this is essentially a side story during Final Crusade.

Sephrocks2000; As I said to Metallix6, there won't be any Necrons here. I'll need to think up a way they can fit (even a dozen Monoliths couldn't bring down a single Gargant in the Ciaphas Cain story Caves of Ice, and the Evas are much more dangerous then the Ork war machines). Like I said, probably the next story.

imperial guardsmen; Technically, it's the 14th Dark Crusade, but who's counting? Regardless, I'm glad your enjoying it so far, and I promise to not take too many liberties with Games Workshops universe. Probably.

nick2951; I'm glad you like it. The first chapter is mostly to set the background and establish the timeframe (i.e. after the destruction of Cadia, but before the Chaos armarda gets too close to the Segmentum Solar). Later chapters will probably be longer.

Galebread; Ah, a new reader! I first urge you to read Reborn Warriors and Final Crusade (both on my profile) to help you understand the background of this story, hopefully making it more enjoyable. As for Shinji and Asuka… At present they are working with the Inquisition Aside from a short span in Dawn of War (the original) the Inquisition hasn't shown up much. Essentially, they are an organization set apart from the main bodies of the Imperium, intended to watch for threats to the Imperium from inside and out. They are charged to protect the Imperium at all costs (and if this involves torture or destroying entire planets, so be it) and have the authority to order any member of the Imperium below the High Lords to obey them. You can probably piece together a better idea from Final Crusade. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

I am aware that the Black Ships of the Inquisition have names blatantly taken from Larry Niven's Ringworld series and the Halo Babies webcomic. Honestly, though, are there better names for the Psyker transports and interrogation ships of the Inquisition?

I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion or Warhammer 40,000, and hence I am making f-all from this story. As always, comments and criticism is welcomed, flamers get attached to the Valhallan 597 to act as Commissar Cain's meatshi… bodyguard.

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I thought I was dead. Then, when I saw what had saved me, I didn't feel much safer.

Trooper Jorik, Bar-El PDF

Chapter 2

Thorne waited half-patiently through the half-controlled chaos and jockeying for position that normally preluded a full meeting on the Warrior's Chariot. Administratum adapts suitably fought with Tech priests for the best seats.

He glanced sideways at a very irate Asuka, who was glaring at the subtle infighting with barely concealed annoyance. Thorne was interested to note that she was muttering to herself, and boosted his aural implants subtlety.

"Nerv may not have been pleasant to work for," she was growling to herself, "but at least they didn't take twenty minutes to organise a damn meeting."

It took several minutes, but the room finally began to quieten. As the last two adepts finally took their seats, Thorne stood, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

"Thank you," he said. In the sudden, almost unnatural silence Thorne began to tap at the holo-projector controls. "Two hours ago, we received an Astropathic message from a cruiser in the Loroncis system." The holo-projector sprung into life, projecting a shaky, fuzzy image on the wall of the room.

Date: 4 927 998 M41

Author: Captain Hawthorne

Recipita… Oh, to the warp with this crap.

Mayday, Mayday! To all Imperium vessels within range!

This is the Forthright Gaze.

During a routine patrol at the edge of the Loroncis system, we came under surprise attack from a ship in the Light Cruiser size range. Despite our intense sensor watch, the intruder displayed no power signatures or metallic construction, and hence did not show up on our sensors until it was clear within plasma batteries range.

We successfully engaged and destroyed the ship, and an analysis of the remains indicated that it was a Tyranid bioship.

I immediately ordered the Astropath to study the Warp, and he reports that the edge of the Shadow in the Warp is barely minutes away. We nee

"And that is where the message ends," Thorne said flatly.

"Not to dismiss this, but is this our problem?" an Administratum adept asked, after a long pause. "After all, we are fighting the largest Chaos attack in the history of the Imperium, and the forwards edges of the attack are approaching the edges of the Segmentum Solar worryingly quickly."

"Adept… Farvarth has a point," Thorne admitted, "but the situation is not so simple. The records of the Loroncis system reveal some disturbing facts. For starters, the system is nearly unique in having five terra-compatible planets, all of which are extremely productive agri-worlds. The food supplies for nearly three quarters of the sector come from Loroncis, and since it lies outside the axis that Abaddon is advancing along we were anticipating that it would still be here after the bulk of the Chaos armada left the area.

"Even disregarding the usefulness of the system, if we simply ignore the hive fleet, it will be able to swell its numbers by five entire biospheres in one stroke. Emperor alone knows how dangerous that would be."

INQUISITOR LORD THORNE RASIES A GOOD POINT+++ Orgenati agreed. +++THERE IS LITTLE POINT IN TURNING BACK THE ARCH ENEMY IF WE ALLOW XENOS RACES TO TEAR APART THE IMPERIUM UNOPPOSED. BESIDES, THE ADAPTUS MECHANICUS OWES THE GREAT DEVOURER FOR THE DEVASTATION RENDERED UPON GRYPHONEE IV, ONE OF OUR OLDEST AND MOST BELOVED FORGE WORLDS. DESTROYING THIS HIVE FLEET WOULD BE A GOOD… DOWN PAYMENT+++

"Indeed," Thorne said, nodding politely. "Regardless of personal feelings, I believe that the destruction of these agri-worlds would prove detrimental to the future of the Imperium. Hence I've ordered the Warrior's Chariot and our escorts to re-deploy to the Loroncis system. Astropath Carnarmire tells me that he's plotted the Shadow in the Warp, and from its size he believes that we should reach the planet in a week, a couple of days before the main Hive fleet arrives. I want everyone to prepare for combat with the Tyranid; we'll be circling fact-scrolls with the relevant data within the day. Dismissed."

As the assembly began to scatter, Thorne held Asuka back with a gesture.

"I know you and pilot Ikari haven't been briefed about or encountered Tyranids, or indeed, any xenos race aside from the Orks back on Rotweld three weeks back. Here." Thorne handed her a large leather-bound book. "This is a copy of the Codex Tyranid; the summation of all our present knowledge about the foul race. I suggest you two study it closely."

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Apothecarian, Warrior's Chariot

"Well," the Apothecary said, stepping back from the bed, "Your ready to go back to duty. I would take it carefully for the next few hour though; sympathetic wounding is nothing to take lightly."

Shinji sung his legs off the bed and winced as pins and needles raced up them. When Asuka had fired over his-over Unit 01's-back the energy release had literally roasted the top meter of the exposed Angel flesh. For the first few hours after Shinji had regained consciousness his legs felt as though they had been torn at with dozens of knives despite the lack of any wounds.

And that had been just one of the sources of pain from the battle. The few bruises from being thrown around in the Entry Plug were nothing in comparison. The only part of him that didn't hurt was his left forearm, and that was only because it had been replaced with an augmentic replacement several months ago (or ten thousand years depending on your perspective). And drugs didn't seem to help at all.

"The problem is," the Apothecary had explained, "that the 'pain' is really an imbalance in the humours of the mind imposed by the Mind Impulse link with your Evangelion. The pain you think you feel is literally 'in your mind'. Painkillers won't help because the pain nerves aren't hurting; deadening them won't help. You can recover while being unconscious, but without the conscious mind the subconscious has problems with coming to terms with the fact that you're uninjured. Recovery would be five to six times as long as in you were awake. I'm afraid that you'll actually recover better awake."

"You probably should check in with the Inquisitor Lord or his staff as soon as possible," the Apothecary was saying, drawing Shinji back to the present. "I do know that there was some kind of important meeting earlier; though I certainly wouldn't know anything about it."

"Thank you," Shinji said carefully coming to his feet.

"Your uniform's in there," the Apothecary said as he left, indicating a metal cupboard with a mechendrite consisting of a cluster of surgical blades and drug injectors. As the door slid closed, Shinji stumbled his way over to the cupboard, silently cursing the illusionary pain in his legs, and pulled the door open.

The new Evangelion Uniform was actually fairly simple; a set of standard Imperial Guard fatigues (sans armour) in the same cream and brown of Nerv uniforms. Instead of the normal unit patch, however, the shoulder proudly displayed the skull-and-I symbol of the Inquisition superimposed over the ancient leaf used by Nerv. The quote 'God is in his heaven. All's right with the world,' however had been replaced by 'Imperator in Terra est, et Imperium sustinebit' (literally 'The Emperor is on Earth and the Imperium will endure'). Despite overheard moans about the 'two sizes' of Imperial uniforms (too small and too large) this uniform seeded to fit Shinji perfectly.

There was a knocking on the door as Shinji pulled on the jacket.

"One second, Asuka" he called out as he buttoned up the jacket. Ever since Terra, when he and Asuka had both finally emerged from their Evas after 28,000 years, each of them always knew where the other was. It wasn't a psychic or emotional thing, or at least, Shinji didn't think it was, more the shared experience from the final battle at Nerv, and being pulled into their respective Evas.

Opening the door, Shinji was surprised to see that Asuka looked slightly nervous.

"Come on," she said grabbing his had and pulling him out into the corridor, "I think you've rested more then long enough." Shinji smirked. A long time ago, Asuka would have intended those words as a sharp barb, and Shinji would have sagged with a stab of guilt and shame. 38,000 years tends to change things though, and Asuka's tone made it clear that she was just bantering.

"Surely you would have been more then capable of covering for me?" Shinji asked in an overly shocked voice.

"Hah!" she snorted. "If you think that I'll spend twice as long in that red gloop taking all of your synch tests as well as my own, you've got another thing coming. Though I probably would do them better…"

"Oh?" Shinji asked as they left the Apothecarian complex for the hab-sector "And which of us has the higher average synch-ratio?"

"Like that matters with the MIUs," Asuka replied slightly less cheerfully.

"Yeah…" Shinji winced in agreement, subconsciously rubbing the cold metal implant embedded within the back of his neck; just one more symbol of how far they had come.

They walked in quiet silence for a minute or two, before reaching their shared room. Asuka ran her finger down the gene-scanner, which whined for a few seconds before the hatch hissed open.

When the two of them had been assigned to the same room, Asuka had, of course, been furious. It hadn't been as bad as she thought though; the room had originally been intended to house six ensigns of the Navy. There were three bunk-beds, each of which had a privacy screen for the occupants, a small work table and an attached toilet. Compared to the side-by-side sleeping bags used in Misarto's synchronisation training, it was practically a paradise (for a given value of paradise).

Asuka pulled aside the privacy screen on one of the lower bunks and sat down

"Come on, Shinji," Asuka said, the nervousness returning, "you need to have a look at this."

"What is it?" he asked, glancing at the book she was brandishing.

It's called the 'Tyranid Codex'. I've already had a flip through it." Asuka smirked mirthlessly. "It's not pleasant reading."

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Loroncis, Fenris Sector, Segmentum Obscurus

Warp Jump Point 3

7 days later

On the edge of the system, the thin skin of reality pealed back, opening a window into madness. In a flare of energy and rapidly evaporating daemonic energies, a trio of ships fled back into a sane world, the wound in space healing itself behind them.

Several minutes passed, while sensors reset, work gang slaves pulled guns into place and overloaded geraniums cycled back to normal operations.

Then plasma engines flared into life, beginning the journey into the system.

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In the deep darkness of space, a predator turned its attention to a glare of heat and light. Senses that were the product of decades of directed evolution focused on the intruder into their realm.

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"All decks report standard readiness, sir," a rating said, looking up from a inter-deck vox console."

"Very good," Captain Artemis said, pleased at the efficiency of his crew. The side effects of a normal Warp jump took up to ten to twenty minutes to compensate for. A mere eight minutes was a sign of a very well trained crew. "Navigation, set course for Loroncis VI, the capital."

"Aye sir," the helmsman replied. He tapped a few keys, frowning in concentration, before looking up. "Helm, come to heading 143 by 0.4 degrees ascension. Then go to All Ahead Full."

"One hundred and forty three degrees by point four ascension, aye."

Artemis leaned back in his chair happily.

"Captain."

Artemis silently cursed himself for relaxing.

"Yes, my lord Inquisitor?" he asked, turning.

"I would like a signal sent to Loroncis VI," Inquisitor Thorne asked, watching the jury-rigged tactical screen mounted on the far wall.

"I'm afraid that Astropathic communications is unavailable; the Shadow in the Warp has blanked out all long-range communication," Artemis replied apologetically.

"Astropathic communication, yes. The ship's main Vox does have the range though, and is unaffected by the Shadow.

"My, Lord," Artemis replied, quietly seething, "the Vox is limited by the speed of light; by the time we receive any reply, we'll be only a couple of hours from orbit. And the power requirements of transmitting over such a distance…"

"Regardless," Thorne replied, "I insist that the request is sent." Thorne hesitated for a second, and when he continued it was at a lower volume intended for Artemis only. "I know it must be frustrating to have to suffer under what may seem like the capacious whims of your passengers, but I must have as much information as possible before we reach orbit. Besides, I suspect you would discover that, say, a Genestealer cult has overtaken the planetary defences before they gut your ship."

Artemis closed his eyes and sighed mentally

"As the Emperor wills," he muttered.

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In the darkness, the predator watched. Three prey-vessels had entered the hunting ground. Two were the brittle warrior-craft of the kind that bled so many younglings into the darkness. One though… One was a hive-carrier.

Full of prey.

Defenceless.

The predator moved.

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"Sir!"

Artemis snapped his head up at the vox-officer's shout. Ever since the Vox message had been sent and Thorne had left the bridge, the trip in-system had been as dull and peaceful as such trips almost always were.

"Report," he shouted across the bridge.

"The Calm and Cooperative reports two bio-contacts at long range, coming in from opposing bearings. The Calm and Cooperative and the Hot Needle of Enquiry are moving to intercept."

"Understood. Tell them to hurry back." Artemis stared worriedly at the plot as the two cruisers peeled off.

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The predator watched as the two warrior-craft pulled away from the hive-carrier, moving towards the two bio-constructs known to the galaxy as Kraken.

The bait had been taken. The predator lunged.

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Artemis discovered that he was nervously tapping the armrest of his command-throne, and forcibly grabbed the ork skull head that protruded from the end (taken during a boarding action).

We'll be fine, he silently castrated himself. The Black Ships picked up those two at long range, and they've been running 360 degree scans ever since we arrived. If there had been any other bio-ships then surely…

'Despite our intense sensor watch, the intruder displayed no power signatures or metallic construction, and hence did not show up on our sensors until it was clear within plasma batteries range.'

"Void Shields up to full! Do it…" Artemis began to shout. He never finished his sentence as the Warrior's Chariot was flung sideways under the first barrage of close-range bio-plasma.

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UNIT 01'S STATUS?+++ Orgenati asked, glancing up at one of the other Tech-priests scattered around the viewing chamber.

ALL SYSTEM'S REPORT READY+++ came the reply +++THE REGENERATION IS COMPLETE, ALL ARMOR PLATING HAS BEEN PROPERLY INCORPERATED AND BLESSED+++

Orgenati nodded, pleased, and returned his attention to the Titan storage chamber on the far side of the armor-plex. It was a heady sight; fully eight Warlord Titans, an entire squad, and both of the Evangelions stood in immense clamps while servitors and tech-priest swarmed over them, ensuring ammunition was loaded and servos were blessed and oiled, while Princeps completed final readiness checks and prayers. There was no better demonstration of the Ohmnisah's will.

Orgenati was thrown to the floor as the world lurched sideways. The air filled with screams and the toil of the emergency bells.

GET ME A VOX-LINE TO THE BRIDGE, NOW! FIND OUT WHAT'S GOING ON+++ he shouted, climbing back to his feet. He looked around in shock; the previous bustle of loyal maintenance work and worship had vanished, half of the rooms console seemed to have burned out from feedback and tech-priests were scattered over the room.

---INTERNAL VOX UNAVALIBLE AT THE PRESENT TIME--- a servitor dully stated, half hanging from the wall where it had been half torn from its mountings. Cursing in complex machine code, Orgenati pushed a broken body away from the nearest console and stabbed a mechendrites into it's access terminal. Leaving a trail of apologies and rapid prayers behind him, he dived his mind into the core of the Warrior's Chariot's machine spirit.

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The reports came thick and fast.

"Contact! Contact! Oh, Emperorsundyingmercy! Bio-ship! Right on top of us! 4,000 kilometres at 83 degrees ascension!"

"We've lost two of our Voids! Shield strength to one-third!"

"Decompression on decks three and seven, and the upper spinal promenade is open to space!"

"Helm," Artemis shouted over the din, "bring us up to 83 degrees ascension, get our thicker forward armour between us and it! Vox officer, emergency signal to the Calm and Cooperative and the Hot Needle of Enquiry! Get them back here now!"

"Sir, she's not answering the helm," the Navigation officer shouted back. "Something's overriding the controls and causing us to roll to starboard!"

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Orgenati pulled himself loose of the angry machine spirit and brought his implanted Vox on-line.

ALL TITAN CREWS AND EVA PILOTS, SEAL AND PREPARE FOR IMMEDIATE VACUUM COMBAT. ALL OTHER PERSONNEL TO EVACUATE PORT TITAN HANGER ONE, NOW. YOU HAVE THIRTY SECONDS+++ He killed the Vox and turned his attention back to his own body. +++PREPARE TO BLOW THE PORT ACCESS HATCH+++

MY LORD+++ one of the Tech-priest argued, even as he began to hurriedly tap his console's interface-icons+++DOZENS OF OUR PEOPLE ARE STILL IN THERE!+++

WE HAVE NO CHOICE+++ Orgenati replied grimly. +++RELEASE THE TITAN RESTRAINTS AND BLOW THE HATCH… NOW!+++

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Even as the Warrior's Chariot came to bare her port flank to the single bio-ship, a second wave of bio-plasma swept in from the Kraken. Void shields strained to the breaking point, flared and then collapsed. They had absorbed massive amounts of energy and only a tiny amount of the energy hit the Warrior's Chariot. It was still almost too much.

Armour plating shattered. Drive systems burned. Air bled into space. People died. The ship's spinal construct super heated, nearly to melting point. As it began to bend under the ship's acceleration, compartments collapsed, crushing their inhabitants between bulkheads.

As the damage began to settle, a second shock shook the ship as an immense hatch on the port flank blew clear with the flash of emergency charges. A blast of air, tools, unsecured equipment, servitors and Tech-priests who had been too slow (several of whom grabbed the edges of the hatch and managed to survive until a rescue crew found them) blasted from the ship. As the debris cleared, eight Titans and a pair of Evangelions, both of whom were clutching modified Thunder Cannons, came into view.

OPEN FIRE!+++ Orgenati ordered over the Vox. channels.

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It is commonly known that the more powerful Titan weapons are actually powerful enough to be a danger to orbiting starships. This danger tends to be ignored; such weapons have a limited range compared to the immense distances involved in space combat. The only incidents where a Titan has successfully shot down a starship usually involve escorts, transports and the occasional light cruiser that were either landing, or had come dangerously low in the planets' gravity wells.

Normally, a Titan would be completely useless in a space battle. The Kraken was, however, at point-blank range for space combat, which translated into the upper edge of medium range for the ground-based Titans.

Incredibly powerful beams of energy, slightly weaker then the bio-plasma, but much more intensely focused, speared out from the side of the Warrior's Chariot. Psykers throughout the vessel, and the two Black ships now racing back towards the transport from the bleeding ruins of their own targets, winced as a scream emanated from the wounded beast.

Even as the Tyranid ship struggled to bring itself back under control, a second barrage fired from the faster cycling Imperial weapons speared into and through the monster's brain.

The corpse began to fall behind as the battered Warrior's Chariot came back to its original heading.

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"…and damage control gangs claim that they can have the last of the leaks from the more stable sections sealed within the hour." Artemis nodded as the ensign turned back to his console and sighed.

Too close. Too damn close… he mused silently. The Warrior's Chariot had come as close to destruction as it had ever come in its history. If it hadn't been for that damn Cog-boy Orgenati…

"Sir," the Vox officer said, interrupting Artemis' train of thought, "We've just received a message from Loroncis VI. It's a little garbled by distance, but it's been repeated several times, so there's no information loss. There's a tactical download, and… a warning."

"Well," Artemis asked after several seconds. "What's the warning?" The Vox officer let out an ironic chuckle.

"They're warning us that there are several bio-ships running ahead of the main hive fleet active in the system."

To be continued…

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Tyranid; Quite possibly the most dangerous race in the galaxy, the Tyranid are actually nomadic creatures from another galaxy. They do not fight wars, claim territory, negotiate for power or follow the words of any god. They simply exist to devour all life in the galaxy. The Tyranid are a composite race bound by a psychic Hive Mind, made up of thousands of sub-species ranging from the smallest Ripper to the immense bio-titans or even the kilometre-long bio-cruisers, all churned out by the bio-vats within the Hive ships (he closest thing the Tyranids have to a leader).

If the Tyranid are one thing, they are evolution personified, achieving in a few hours biological changes that would take years to happen in other races. The Tyranid attack on mass, as an immense wave of creatures stretching from horizon to horizon incorporating the most fearsome biological monstrosities in the universe. This method of feeding drains the bio-vats dry, and the Tyranid focus on only one thing; consuming the DNA needed to replace that which was used. Any planet taken by the Tyranid is left a barren wasteland; the life, air, water and even a noticeable fraction of the planet's rocky mantle is feed to the Hive Ships' immense appetite.

The Imperium is all to often forced into a scorched earth policy; to wait until the Hive fleets have expanded the maximum amount of bio-mass, and then to perform and Exterminatus; destroying the planet's eco-system themselves and rendering it useless to the Tyranid. Even with horrific tactics like this, the immense fleets of the Navy, forces of the Imperial Guard and might of the Astartes, nay-sayers claim that if every bullet, shell and energy cell stored by the entire Imperium was used against the Tyranid, half of the Hive fleets in the galaxy would still remain afterwards. This is a radically optimistic belief.

Genestealers; Genestealers are one of the more insidious sub-species of Tyranid. Fast, dangerous, capable of tearing even Terminator armour apart with their claws and with a brood telepathy granting them a degree of separation from the Hive mind, they make dangerous shock troops. Much more dangerous, however, is their infiltration capabilities. Infiltrating ahead of the Hive fleets,

Genestealers hide within population centres, choosing victims to implant their gene-spoor within. This gene-spore slowly alters the genetics and mentality of the victims, who usually remain unaware of their infection. Offspring of these implanted individuals are Genestealer hybrids, attached to the Genestealer Brood mind from conception and often showing signs of their heritage (chitin plates, claws, four arms, etc…) and despite the obvious mutation the parents always sees the offspring as a perfect creature. As the hybrids breed, the obvious mutations fade with each generation as the human DNA gains dominance, and the more normal-looking hybrids tend to manoeuvre themselves into positions of power. In an odd twist, the last generation of hybrids are in fact pure-strain Genestealers. As the Genestealer cult grows in size, they begin to emit a psychic call, summoning the nearest Hive fleet to feed.

The presence of a large Genestealer cult is one of the most certain signs on an impending Tyranid Invasion, and often reduces the local Imperial presence to chaos before the Hive fleet even arrives.

The Shadow in the Warp; A side effect of the Tyranid hive mind. No one is sure what it is, a side effect of the Tyranid's psychic hive mind, some kind of mental communication with other hive fleets, or simply some alien side effect of the Tyranid equivalent of Warp travel. Regardless, the effect of the Shadow is simple; all Astropathic communication into, out of and through the region covered by the Shadow is impossible. Shorter range Psyker talents, however, seem to be unaffected.

Kraken; A rogue form of bio-ship. Approximately escort sized (hence, several hundred meters long) Kraken are one of the few bio-ships independent of the Hive Mind. Hence, they are often found harassing convoys and scouting out planets sometimes several sectors away from any known Hive fleet. It is believed that the infamous Kraken of the seas of Fenris (homeworld of the Adaptus Astartes Space Wolves) are a de-evolved form of the bio-ships capable now of only swimming the icy seas of that deadly planet. How the Kraken were able to arrive there over 9,750 years prior (since Kraken have been recorded on Fenris from before the Imperium's ten thousand long history) to the recorded arrival of the first Hive fleet, Behemoth, only 250 years ago is a matter of much discussion within the Adaptus Astartes and the Ordos Xenos of the Inquisition.

Cog-boy; The most common nickname for the adepts of the Adaptus Mechanicus used by the various other bodies of the Imperium, referring to the gear used as the Adaptus.