Chapter 106(orphan)
Things were tense in Violet's home as the large group of house guests listened to vox reports of the situation outside. Sister Mary was scared.
The very large haunted stone tomb that was Violet's home was dusty and decrepit, it stank strongly of death and embalming fluid, and it's stone rooms and halls echoed terribly with the wailing of ghosts, adding to the already elevated levels of fear in the nuns.
"We repeat, almost the entire island is now overrun with hormagaunts. All citizens are advised to stay indoors and securely barricade all doors and windows until further notice. Citizens are also advised to start storing fresh water in containers now if able to do so, as the water plants are no longer staffed with workers and might fail at any moment. All food supplies should be rationed as much as possible..." The vox unit in Violet's main sitting room was currently announcing.
The nuns all whimpered at this terrible news and huddled closer to Franklin.
Sister Mary shuddered in horror as another undead zombie entered the room carrying a container full of fresh water!
"Unclean witchcraft!" The nuns all screamed in terror.
"NECESSARY witchcraft for us to survive!" One of the terrible bird witches retorted.
The nuns all wailed in horror, this was a nightmare.
"The only thing keeping the hormagaunts out right now is the army of zombies, a pitched battle of hand to hand combat between the two is happening outside the front door right NOW," a different bird mutant informed them!
"WHAT!?" The nuns all exclaimed in unison.
"We NEED the zombies right now," the bird witch pressed her point.
"I should be out there fighting the aliens! The power of the Emperor is sufficient without unclean zombies!" Franklin's powerful deep voice barked gruffly.
"It is not an "either/or" situation, FIRST we use the zombies to blunt the swarm as long as possible, THEN we join the fighting ourselves when all other options are lost," the birds squabbled back.
"That is cowardly!" Franklin protested.
"It is WISE!" A bird witch retorted back.
"My nuns, please let me go out and fight the aliens," Franklin asked submissively.
"No, stay with us and protect us," Sister Mary told him quickly.
"Yes Sister Mary," Franklin replied with his characteristic slavish obedience.
Sister Mary turned her gaze to look at Violet.
Violet was saying nothing, standing alone in an empty corner of the room. She had pink witchcraft lightning arcing all around her head, a look of intense concentration on her face.
Her black leather outfit was DISGRACEFUL...
"Leave Violet alone, she looks nice!" An angry bird mutant chastised Sister Mary suddenly.
"She looks like a whore..." Violet's father Sigmund corrected the bird mutant quietly from where he sat in a chair nearby.
Violet visibly blushed and shyly tugged up Her plunging cleavage, but said nothing, still looking deep in concentration.
"I don't want my wife to dress like that in public," Franklin piled on with criticism of his own.
Violet's blushing got noticeably worse and she hung her head in shame.
The other birds squawked indignantly but remained non-hostile.
The vox was still reporting doom and gloom, the island was overrun and tyranid hormagaunts were breeding exponentially. It didn't sound very reassuring.
"Don't give up hope Sister Mary, despair is the fuel of Nurgle. Let the hope of Tzeentch fill you," one of the birds reassured her.
Sister Mary recoiled in horror at the very suggestion and dared not hope at all lest she become corrupted! This was awful!
"The tyranids will start to starve soon. They will breed and breed until they can't feed themselves anymore and then they will starve," the bird reassured her.
"Really?," Sister Pamela asked hopefully.
"Yes really, the planet has rehearsed this situation many times in the past in public safety drills. The tyranids will starve if we just deny them access to our homes, we have the food stores inside every home to outlast them in a starvation siege," the bird reassured.
The nuns all sighed in relief at the words of the bird.
"I have a *name*, you don't have to keep referring to me in your thoughts as "the bird" you know," the bird added unexpectedly.
"You abominations all look the same," Mother Superior replied cuttingly.
Sigmund and Franklin both nodded in unison.
"Wow you are a *real* charmer Franklin! Violet could do *SO* much better than you!" The bird said hatefully.
"My name is "Polly", not THE BIRD!" The bird suddenly exclaimed to Sister Mary.
"As in Polly want a cracker?," Sister Mary asked incredulously.
Angry squawking from every bird except Violet greeted these words.
"That's just cruel to name your kid that if they are a bird," Sigmund opined to no one in particular.
Sister Mary looked at the fuming "Polly", trying to tell her apart from the other birds. Polly had a Persian/Arabic looking face, some sort of Middle Eastern ethnicity, just like every other member of "Clan Muhammad", the birds all looked insanely similar to Sister Mary.
Polly had blue feathers in place of hair, bird feet, and was wearing bright blue unnecessarily "cute" pyjamas. If Violet had been less busty then it would be hard to tell her apart from Polly.
Most of the other birds also looked almost identical to Polly, with only different clothes to really tell them apart. The only bird mutant who stood out at all was the busty mixed race Violet, who had bigger breasts and was half European rather than pure Middle Eastern.
Sister Mary turned her attention to Violet's towel clad father, Sigmund Smith.
Sigmund's pale white skin had a number of gang tattoos proclaiming him a Necromundan of House Orlock, and was the same Anglo-Germanic ethnic group of most other members of the infamous House Orlock.
Sigmund's entire demeanour spoke of a childhood growing up in the gangland urban war zones that were the terrible hives of the planet Necromunda, he had a cautious wiry hardness to the way he carried himself, looking ready to leap behind cover to escape gunfire at a moment's notice.
Sigmund was a quite muscular man, not big and bulky but more lean hard muscle, with prominent abdominal muscles and other well pronounced musculature.
This man would soon be Franklin's father-in-law, and he seemed surprisingly suitable, with a healthy attitude towards mutants and his own daughter's harlotry.
Sister Mary felt her baby kick in her pregnant belly and suddenly felt bad. Violet was at least getting married to Franklin, but Sister Mary was pregnant out of wedlock, and would be in repeated adultery with Violet's husband to reach the quota of new babies.
Sister Mary turned her gaze to her fellow nuns. They were all heavily pregnant and were nearly at the end of pregnancy. Before long they would all be giving birth.
"What will happen if we go into labor before the siege is broken?," Sister Mary asked the room in general.
"We will of course help you all with delivery and take care of you and the babies," Polly reassured her with surprising kindness for a mutant.
"What do you mean "surprising kindness", I'm not a total bitch you know!" Polly grumbled.
"And I'm not Polly, I'm Rachel, Polly is over there," Polly added in exasperation.
Sister Mary honestly couldn't tell the two birds apart, both wore identical pyjamas and looked exactly the same to her.
Every bird in the room except Violet groaned in annoyance at Sister Mary's thoughts.
"Polly has slightly lopsided tits", Sigmund offered helpfully.
Polly gasped in embarrassed outrage and covered her pyjama clad breasts with her arms.
Unlike the Slaanesh worshipping harlots, these Tzeentch worshipping birds had basic sexual modesty and reacted the same way to sexual harassment as any other woman might. Sister Mary was pleasantly surprised.
Sister Mary returned her gaze to look disapprovingly at Violet's shamefully provocative dominatrix outfit, complete with brazen exposed cleavage and a FAR too short skirt. She really did look like a prostitute!
"You bigots are unbelievable!" Rachel exclaimed in disgust.
"I'm not Rachel, I'm Tasha," Rachel added crossly.
"Do you bird mutants ALL have names?," a nun named Sister Fiona asked stupidly.
"Of course we do, why wouldn't we?!" Yet another bird mutant answered incredulously.
"Because you are mutants..."
The birds cawed and squawked in avian outrage, not violent but still thoroughly pissed off.
"All of you SHUT UP! I can't concentrate!" Violet suddenly snapped over the growing commotion between the birds and the bigots.
Sister Mary and everyone else grudgingly held their silence as Violet resumed concentrating on her profane witchcraft, fearing for their lives if the zombies stopped fighting.
The wholesome bigotry could wait.
***...
"Oh Emperor, oh it hurts, (grunt), (sigh), oh it's subsiding again," Sister Brooke was groaning in exhaustion.
"Breathe, breathe," Mother Superior soothed her reassuringly.
"Oh, I feel a contraction I think!" Sister Pamela exclaimed in a panic, holding her own belly.
"Ouch I am having another contraction!" Gasped Sister Fiona.
SPLASH!
"Sister Superior Clementine's water just broke!"
"Breathe sisters, breathe!... Oh dear, I think I'm going into labor too!" Mother Superior faltered fearfully.
"Um, not to add to the alarm but I think I just felt a contraction..." Sister Mary announced apologetically.
Franklin gazed around in growing alarm as one by one his holy nuns went into labor all at the same time!
"This isn't normal! We shouldn't all be giving birth at exactly the same time!" Sister Mary wailed in dismay.
The entire room was now a hubbub of groaning and sobbing and whimpering from the nuns, and Franklin was completely overwhelmed trying to care for so many at once.
"My nuns!" Franklin exclaimed in concern.
(Sounds of nuns in general discomfort and misery)
"Here, we got you some more blankets and pillows for you and towels for the babies," a group of bird mutants offered the nuns compassionately as they reentered the large main sitting room.
The nuns shifted gratefully as they were made more comfortable with the pillows and rolled up blankets placed under their backs by the birds.
Franklin watched the birds very suspiciously as they touched his treasured nuns, ready to kill to protect his nuns at the slightest provocation, but the birds did nothing untoward.
"There there, get yourselves comfortable. Are you all still SURE that you don't want us to soothe your pain with our sorcery?," Polly the bird mutant offered kindly yet again.
"We are sure abomination, my sisters can endure any pain gladly with the Emperor's help," Sister Superior Clementine answered coldly, not even flinching from her own labor pains.
The other nuns murmured more uncertainly as they groaned in their own agony.
"This pain is NOTHING compared to the pain I endured on the Painful Path, where is your faith and discipline sisters?," Sister Superior Clementine rebuked the wavering nuns.
Franklin felt fierce respect for the heavily pregnant sister of battle at these words, she was still locked in a wrist and neck stock after over 9 months of captivity, but nothing at all seemed to phase her resolve.
The rest of the nuns rallied to Sister Superior Clementine's leadership and refused anything for the pain.
"As you wish. Just try to keep as comfortable as possible, we are all here for you," Polly told them.
"I'm not Polly, I'm Rachel... Oh never mind, not important right now," Polly suddenly replied to Franklin's thoughts.
It had been barely over 12 hours now since the arrival of Sigmund Smith and the tyranid incursion, not even an entire day, but in that tiny amount of time the original extremely fast maturing escaped hormagaunts had apparently had 6 entire generations of descendants! The entire island was already infested with the alien vermin now!
According to the birds, hormagaunts could go from eggs to breeding age adults in a mere 2 hours if they had enough food to eat, and each adult could lay HUNDREDS of new eggs each and every hour!
With a starting adult population of many thousands, simple arithmetic had caused this swarm to grow INSANELY big in a mere 12 hours of breeding and feeding on the bodies of dead civilians and other available biomass.
Franklin had heard about the legendary speed of tyranid infestations, the aliens were infamous for completely infesting planets with horrifying swiftness, but he hadn't fully comprehended the tyranid horror until now.
These things could apparently eat any sort of biomass, and could just land a few hundred hormagaunts on a planet and multiply exponentially in the wilderness until a planet was drowning in the things! Franklin couldn't imagine how horrifying this would be on a planet that had a lot of vegetation, thank the Emperor that Dark Tropic was an oceanic night world with no plant life!
The smell of the dead bodies in this subterranean necropolis district seemed to be especially attracting the hungry aliens to the crypts by the millions.
Amazingly, Violet's army of zombies was still keeping the hormagaunts from entering Violet's home despite this incredible hormagaunt numerical advantage, but this was only because Violet was raising all the freshly killed hormagaunts as new zombies to replace the continual attrition in her own undead forces.
Violet was still standing in the middle of the room with a look of intense grim concentration, as she perpetually kept the undead defences going, continually casting new spells to replace lost zombies. Violet had been given food and water repeatedly to maintain her strength, but she looked tired and exhausted.
This situation had been really bad already, but then without warning the pregnant nuns had all suddenly gone into labor! This was the worst timing possible!
"Why are we all giving birth at the same time?," Sister Mary asked in dismay.
"It's TigerLily's pregnancy spell on all of you, the magic spell got you all pregnant at around the same time and the spell is set to automatically induce labor after a set time limit. You got pregnant on the same day so you are giving birth on the same day, it's how the spell works," Polly explained.
"I'm not Polly, I'm Tasha," Polly added, Franklin honestly couldn't tell the difference at all.
Franklin turned his gaze to Violet, she didn't look like she could go on much longer. She was shaking badly with fatigue and looked ready to pass out.
Franklin walked over to her to see what he could do to help.
"Almost finished Franklin, for hours the zombies at the rear of the front line have been bricking up the entrance tunnel to the home with meters thick of stone blocks and mortar. Just holding the hormagaunts off long enough for the mortar to fully harden," Violet informed him in an exhausted voice in response to his approach.
The nuns all sighed loudly in relief.
"We are completely safe then?," Franklin asked hopefully.
"Once the mortar fully goes off we will be a lot harder for the swarm to reach, but never *completely* safe in the longer term."
"I am currently using the zombies to kill as many hormagaunts as possible to cost them biogenesis energy, it consumes a lot of calories if the hormagaunt larvae keep eating only their own dead adults as carrion, much more calories wasted pupating than keeping the adults alive."
"Little by little I am starving the swarm of calories and biomass by making them die fighting their own dead as zombies." Violet carefully explained in an exhausted voice.
"(Sigh), the mortar should be pretty much dry by now, I can't go on..." Violet said tiredly and staggered so quickly that Franklin was forced to catch her before she fell over.
Franklin was surprised to find that Violet was now completely unconscious in his arms, she had passed out!
Franklin gently held his soon-to-be-wife up in his arms and carried her away towards her bedroom quickly, not wanting to leave his nuns for even a moment.
Violet's limp body in his arms was intoxicatingly erotic, with rather bulging cosmetic surgery enhanced breasts barely contained by the cleavage of her intensely slutty dominatrix outfit! By the Emperor this was no time to be getting an erection!
Franklin rebuked himself for his lack of self control around his beautiful betrothed, and ran at top speed, his nuns needed him right now.
Franklin couldn't wait any longer and simply kicked open a random bedroom door that was closer, eliciting an embarrassed scream from a female bird mutant inside who was currently in her underwear applying some ointment to a skin blemish in front of a mirror.
Franklin ignored the protests of the blushing bird and simply deposited Violet on the woman's bed and ran back out to rejoin his nuns.
The main sitting room was now currently filled with groaning sobbing nuns all in labor, some laying down, others sitting, some squatting or pacing, trying what they could to get through their labor pains. The nuns all without exception had fluid soaking the groins of their habits from their broken water, and were pale and sweaty.
"You really need to take your clothes off, at least the bottom coverings. You are soaking wet," one of the birds coaxed the nuns loudly.
Franklin blushed brightly and looked away as the birds stripped the nuns out of their clothes!
"Oh dear Emperor! Ouch that hurts!" Sister Mary sobbed.
Franklin was at her side in an instant. He then noticed that she was stripped completely naked in the sweat of her labor ordeal!
Sister Pamela cried out in pain!
Franklin was at her side in an instant.
She was naked too!
Franklin didn't know what to do or where to turn, all around him were naked nuns giving birth to HIS children!
This was too much to even comprehend!
***...
Sister Mary sobbed in emotional amazement as she gazed down at the waxy white goop covered newborn baby crying in her arms.
She had intellectually already known that a baby had been inside her, but she had still been emotionally astonished when a baby had actually come out at the end of her long hours of labor!
The baby was so small! How could any human be THIS little?, Oh what cute little fingers he had.
The baby's face was all scrunched up from being in the womb, his ears wrinkled and head shape squeezed from the pressure of the birth canal. He was also thickly smeared all over in a lubricating white waxy substance that made him look disturbingly waxy and pasty and almost like he was dead. But to Sister Mary he still looked more absolutely beautiful and wonderful than anything else she had ever seen.
"Oh bless you you are so beautiful," Sister Mary told the bawling infant in wonder.
The baby was crying uncontrollably, having been born mere minutes ago, just the cutest little cry imaginable, coming from the smallest of throats.
Sister Mary kissed the baby on his wax coated head and cuddled him tenderly to her bared breasts, coaxing him to suckle.
The baby mouthed at her left nipple, halting his crying, but he didn't latch on, having never done this before and lacking the muscle memory to suckle properly.
Sister Mary coaxed him lovingly, happy beyond words.
Her precious baby son.
All around her were other nuns, all either still giving birth or else cradling babies of their own. Bird mutants were everywhere in the room fussing over the nuns and babies, and Franklin himself looked completely overwhelmed as he tried to fuss over every single nun and baby at the same time.
The bird mutants had really surprised Sister Mary and the other nuns with how compassionate and supportive they had been throughout the entire labor period, the nuns really wouldn't have managed so well without the birds making things easier for them.
Even now one of the birds was trying to get Sister Mary to drink some water from a cup it carried, coaxing her to remain hydrated.
"Why are you being so nice to me?," Sister Mary asked the bird in wonder.
"(Squawk)... Because I'm... Not an... (Squawk)... Evil bitch... (Squawk)... ANYONE would... Do this..." The bird replied seriously.
Sister Mary was astonished, did these inhuman mutants actually have... Common humanity in them?...
"(Squawk) ...I have... A dream... (Squawk)... Of people not... Being judged... (Squawk)... By their skin... But the... (Squawk)... Content of... Their character..." The inhuman mutant squawked with surprising sageness.
Sister Mary gasped, this entire notion had never even occurred to her!
Sister Mary looked around herself. She was sitting trapped in the tomb lair of a Slaanesh worshipping mutant necromancer in the very darkest chaos hells, holding a defenceless newborn baby she had just given birth to, completely and utterly dependent upon HERETICS for her continued survival!
And the heretics were being KIND to the very point where Sister Mary actually felt safe and secure right now!
This was complete madness, and yet it was true, Sister Mary did indeed notice the obvious humanity in these hell spawned monsters, to the very point that she actually felt SAFE!
The content of these monsters' characters were HUMAN!
This could not BE and yet it WAS!
"(Squawk)... Human is... As human does..."
Sister Mary was utterly amazed.
She looked down at her tiny baby in this terrible dark place, and felt only love and support and kindness all around her. These mutant heretics would actually do no harm to her infant, she somehow just knew this beyond any doubt now.
Sister Mary smiled as a huge weight lifted off her heart, the Emperor was protecting her yet again with the strangest of feathered angels.
All she had was blind faith, but her faith could move mountains at every stage so far, the Emperor protects.
Glory be his name!
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