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Rating: T 13+
Chapter 5: Severance
In the cold reaches of space, thousands upon thousands of ships moved, their mottled beige color being reflected as the light from distant stars finally reached their hulls. At this event they changed course automatically and moved towards this new universe. Unbeknownst to the fleets slumbering occupants, a small, black ship moved in and attached itself to the largest vessel, without being noticed by the fleet's sensors.
In the hallway, there was a brief, silent flash of green as a section of organic hull simply disappeared, leaving a hole in it large enough for three tall men to get through at a time. But what came through was no man. What emerged from the shadows was tall, and made of a dark metal that seemed to absorb what little light that was provided by bio-luminescence globes grown in the walls, seeming to make the hallway even darker. It wore no clothing or armor, yet wore death and oblivion around it instead. The only object it carried was what appeared to be a metal staff with blades at each end with delicate runes carved into the shaft, which would cause fear in the hearts of the most stout-hearted of men. In its eyes an unholy green fire blazed before being replaced with a darkness that seemed to suck the very life out of the hallway. It was truly a specter of Death made incarnate. As fast as it appeared, it disappeared into the shadows of the hallway.
A squad of genestealers and walked into T junction and almost walked on till one of the genestealers thought it saw something, but as fast as the movement had appeared it disappeared, and the hive mind disregarded the movement as nothing and pushed the genestealers forward on their patrol. After the genestealers left, there was a glint of metal as a shadow moved across the junction, and then it was gone.
In a huge chamber lay the form of the Norn Queen. It was a huge creature, making one wonder how it managed to be suspended from the wall even with the numerous support beams and ropes made from a mucus like substance. Though the chamber was easily a mile long and wide, the Queen easily filled it, leaving only a little space between itself and the floor. At the front of the chamber, lay the head of the Queen, easily the size of three Land Raiders supported by a neck that appeared thin and weak, only as thick as a Land Raider, but still managed to move and support the head as it swayed. From out of multiple orifices on its underbelly, slid spores which contained the hordes that this splinter fleet would use to consume the new galaxy.
Suddenly its head started thrashing about as it sensed that something was wrong. Where it should have felt the comforting voice of the hive mind, it felt only a cold, lifeless void, prevent it from communicating with the rest of the brood and hive fleets abroad. It sensed movement out of the upper right corner of the chamber and then knew nothing but pain as something bit into its neck.
Pah's warscythe had managed to cut through ¾ of the neck before the thick, sinewy muscle and bone stopped the blade. Before the queen could make another desperate plea for help, Pah withdrew the blade and swung again, severing the head completely, and the chamber shook as it impacted. By this time, Pah had already disappeared into the shadows of the support beams.
As quick and silent as it had came, the ship detached itself from the hiveship, and disappeared into darkness of space.
Receiving Transmission:
Sender: Pah il C'Tan (Void Stalker)
Message: Primary target eliminated. Splinter Fleet 3801/a connection to hive mind temporarily severed and production abilities reduced. Awaiting further orders. (end message).
A/N: Yet another chapter. Sorry for the shortness of this one, but I have been busy with midterms and the like. Please read and review, I crave your opinions.