Chapter 111(Orphan)
The genestealer cult earthmoving machines broke through the bricked up crypt tunnel with an almighty crash.
It had taken many hours and the help of a rescued zoo carnifex, but all of the zombies in the necropolis were now destroyed, the remains eaten for good measure by rippers and the carnifex.
The genestealer cult had mapped out the entire newly secured areas of the necropolis now, and had found a substantially thick stone and mortar wall blocking one of the tunnels. The necromancer who made the zombies was almost certainly inside.
The necromancer might have a stone wall, but the genestealer cult had industrial bulldozers and diggers, it was no contest, the wall had not a chance of stopping them.
The digging machines had not even finished clearing away the considerable rubble from the hole, but hunger mad rippers were already swarming out of the hole, smelling biomass inside.
The rippers immediately got stuck into eating every dust pile in the newly opened tunnel, smelling old skin flakes and the like in the considerable dust of this dusty old crypt.
The earth moving machines did their best to avoid harming the seething stampede of rippers pouring through the hole, and were eventually forced to stop digging altogether after accidentally crushing a few.
The genestealer cult members irritably parked their partially ripper-gnawed metal machines and got out of their vehicles, watching in the floodlit tunnel as unending thousands of hunger crazed rippers stampeded through the hole.
The rubble was disappearing fast even without the diggers, the rippers were so insane with enthusiasm to eat the biomass they could smell beyond the hole that they were mindlessly eating the loose rubble in the hole.
The rippers would be fine eating rock and mortar, the hydrofluoric acid and other potent acids in their stomachs could easily dissolve this material. The rippers would simply absorb what mineral nutrients they needed from the rubble, and then crap out huge amounts of nutrient depleted very fine silt.
The hole was soon scoured completely clean of rubble as the swarm of rippers methodically stripped everything they could swallow, and members of the genestealer cult carefully waded through the rippers down this cleared hole, exploring the tunnel beyond.
The tunnel turned many corners up ahead, and a few genestealer hybrid spotters stalked down the tunnel as forward scouts, leaving the rest of their fellows to gather their numbers beyond the hole.
The spotters saw scoured clean ripper infested tunnels, with thick clouds of disturbed dust hanging in the air from the rippers snuffling through and devouring every dust pile they could find.
The air was a slightly cool but normal temperature, no sign of the supernatural chill that had surrounded the zombies. The infrared visibility was good apart from the dust.
The spotters ran ahead, seeing everything in the deep crimson light of infrared, the rippers were still everywhere, rooting through dust as the spotters sprinted quickly down the tunnel to try to get ahead of them.
The spotters heard the sounds of rippers fighting around the next corner, and turned the corner very cautiously.
The spotters found a massive room beyond the corner, and in it saw the very last few moments of a huge fight between thousands of rippers and three mighty embalmed zombie tyranid warriors!
The rippers had already won, were in the process of dragging down and devouring the last of the embalmed zombies, a mere 3 seconds later the huge zombies disappeared under a carpet of frenzied hungry rippers.
The spotters rushed to examine these giant embalmed zombies, but their wasn't even a bone left, the rippers had eaten all trace of them.
The brood mind was slightly disturbed, these tyranid warriors were not part of the tyranid forces on this island. They had looked many years dead, turned into undead long before now.
There were many thousands of acid burns on the floor of the massive room around the site of the battle, consistent with thousands of rippers getting their abdomens lethally pierced and leaking digestive juices on the floor, but the thousands of dead ripper bodies were already gone, no doubt cannibalistically eaten by their fellow rippers. The spotters had missed one hell of a fight.
The spotters waited, letting thousands of fresh rippers stampede past them down the tunnel, and then continued onwards more slowly behind this screen of rippers.
They turned a few more corners, and found a very large room containing a surprisingly large number of hormagaunt pupae!?
Thousands of pupae!
The brood mind was confused by this, the spotters investigated.
The floor of the huge room had thousands of acid burns, evidence of another truly massive battle between thousands of rippers and zombies.
The rippers who survived this battle had clearly had a true feast of carrion in the aftermath of the fighting, and had eaten enough meat to let thousands of them pupate!
The spotters were getting slightly spooked now, clearly the zombie numbers in this crypt were far larger than anticipated.
The spotters explored the entire room.
They found hundreds of extremely fat rippers rooting through dust piles at the far end of the room, very close to being fat enough to pupate, clearly rippers who had arrived in time to eat some of the battle carrion but had just missed out on finding enough to pupate.
The spotters paused. This was as far as the rippers had gotten, beyond this point would be hostiles.
The room was rapidly filling up with new rippers from behind, the local rippers had recently had a population explosion from hormagaunts eating the blended up aftermath of the mine flail and using the biomass to lay eggs. The necropolis had tens of thousands of newborn rippers now.
The rippers were systematically stripping the room of dust, some of the fattest ones pupated after gorging on dust.
The spotters waited, the rippers quickly scoured the room completely clean of dust.
The ravenous rippers surged on beyond the room, the spotters waited a good few minutes to get a good number of rippers ahead of them.
The spotters pressed on carefully.
They found more rooms, more pupae and more evidence of massive battles.
The flow of rippers was starting to slow down.
The brood mind observed that the necropolis before the wall was running out of rippers, the entire swarm of those hatched after the mine flail carrion glut was inside the newly opened crypt now, following the smell of edible biomass.
The newly opened crypt had maybe ten thousand still living rippers inside that had yet to pupate, hopefully this would be enough.
Far back at the crypt entrance, the digging machines had completely demolished the wall and cleared away all the rubble.
The massive zoo carnifex was led to the opening by a pure strain genestealer, and clambered through the opening, barely fitting down the tunnel.
Hormagaunts and more pure genestealers followed behind the carnifex, attracted to the reassuring smell of the lumbering brute.
The carnifex lacked a synapse organ, the zoo had surgically removed it, but the carnifex was intelligent for a tyranid and instinctively wanted to find combat to engage in. It knew instinctively that vanguard organisms such as genestealers would lead it to foes, it followed their direction with sinister intelligence.
The spotters were reassured by this heavy reinforcement coming in far behind them.
The spotters moved forward again.
The rippers seemed to have reached something blocking their way up ahead, a seething carpet of them was trying to shove forward but wasn't moving much.
The spotters could hear something ahead.
It was an unbroken piercing scream.
The spotters waded cautiously through the rippers, it was difficult not to trip over.
They waded some distance, the screaming got louder.
They turned a corner.
A screaming floating spectre was trying to fight with the rippers!
It was a horrific thing, ghostly white, lacking legs, horrible long thin arms, clawed fingers, head hooded and body cloaked in a tattered white robe, all of the spectre see through and insubstantial, it's eyes jet black pits of darkness!
The insane rippers were too mad to be afraid, they were all trying to bite the spectre.
The ripper teeth snapped shut right through the spectre, it passed through their bodies unharmed!
The spectre attacked the rippers with raking clawed fingers.
The spectral hands passed harmlessly straight through the rippers, it couldn't hurt them either!
The spotters watched in horror, spooked terribly by the horribly screaming apparition. The futile fight between the ghostly spectre and the rippers just continued, neither able to hurt the other.
Enthralling as this spectacle was, it rapidly became apparent that this battle was achieving precisely nothing.
The brood mind considered the ghostly spectre.
It was obviously the work of the unknown necromancer somewhere in this crypt.
The brood mind thought about the situation. The brood mind quickly concluded that the spectre was a distraction tactic.
The spectre existed to distract invaders from entering deeper into the crypt.
The spectre tactic was working beautifully, the rippers had stopped advancing further, their tiny minds set on trying to eat the brightly glowing very loud thing in their midst.
The rippers were too stupid to see that this was futile, they just wanted to eat the very conspicuous object.
The entire swarm of rippers was stopped thanks to this spectre, even those that got past the spectre immediately turned around and went back to try to eat it again!
The entire crowd of ten thousand rippers was completely stymied by this one screaming ghost, they wouldn't move on past it as long as it remained!
The brood mind needed psychic personnel to get rid of this ghost...
***...
Chappie the pet tyranid zoanthrope hissed hungrily as he psychically floated into the necropolis.
"Food this way," a first generation genestealer hybrid hissed sinisterly at Chappie, waving him forward with a clawed arm.
Chappie salivated hungrily and followed eagerly. He was just SO hungry!
Chappie sniffed the air ahead, he got the faint whiff of yummy dust, wonderful rotten meat, and even the faint smell of delicious dirty baby diapers! So yummy!
Chappie had the scent of the food now, and didn't need the genestealer guide anymore, Chappie eagerly ditched the genestealer hybrid and shot down the necropolis tunnel at top speed.
Tunnels and empty crypts raced past him, but Chappie was completely single minded and didn't care, he just followed the smell of the food.
Different smells greeted him as he raced through tunnels, the smell of many hormagaunts and many many rippers, the smell of a carnifex, the smell of hundreds of infected human brood brothers, the smell of metal machines, the smell of genestealer hybrids and even of pure genestealers.
Chappie floated past parked machines, went through the outline of a recently demolished stone wall, and entered a dusty aired crypt crowded with an army of assembling tyranid forces.
Chappie completely ignored these fellow tyranids, and focused on the delicious smell of dust in the air.
Chappie greedily drew in the crackling magenta power of the warp into his bloated highly psychic brain, and cast a spell with a hiss of power.
Green energy crackled through the air like lightning, freaking out his fellow tyranids, the air stank of ozone and brimstone.
Every last microscopic mote of dust in the air crackled with blue sparks of static electricity, and clumped together out of the air into a number of steadily growing floating dust bunnies.
Chappie gave a hiss of power in one of the tyranid tongues, and opened his mouth wide.
The dust bunnies all flew into is mouth...
So yummy!
Chappie eagerly continued deeper into the dusty air of the crypt, casting more spells of tyranid magic, stripping the air of all this yummy dust!
Green and blue sparks crackled off the walls and floor as Chappie's spell-craft tore out every mote of edible biomass from the stone surfaces, scouring the entire crypt completely clean to a level that would put a deep-cleaned surgery operating theatre to shame.
The genestealers seemed to be face-palming for some reason...
Chappie ignored them, and just kept gorging himself on truly astonishing amounts of yummy dust.
"Better food this way," a genestealer hissed at Chappie, pointing urgently deeper into the crypt.
Chappie could already smell that this was indeed true, but the better food was off in the distance and the dust was already right here. He was just SO hungry, he couldn't pass up the yummy dust.
Chappie slowly and methodically floated deeper into the crypt tunnel, stripping away and eating every particle of dust as he went.
He was a few hundred meters down the tunnel now.
He was getting quite full now, he had eaten at least 100 kilograms of dust now.
Chappie settled down on the floor of the tunnel for a while, his digestive system working furiously on the dust.
One of the genestealers gave Chappie a hesitant poke...
Chappie ignored the genestealer, and farted very loudly, guts full of unwanted byproduct gasses from the dust dissolving in the extreme acids in his stomach.
More genestealers poked Chappie.
Chappie burped cavernously, and did a giant shit of nutrient depleted oxidised silt, his meal now digested and stomach ready for more food.
Chappie was SO HUNGRY!
Chappie floated into the air, mad with hunger, and eagerly continued methodically stripping the crypt of dust.
Chappie stopped many times, his magic finding quite astonishing amounts of dust the earlier rippers had missed. He was delighted with all this yummy dust!
Chappie was quite fat by the time he reached a massive crowd of rippers, his tail pudgy with freshly laid down fat reserves from the dust. He was getting quite heavy, but his hunger never stopped.
Chappie tried stripping away the dust as always, floating above the crowd of rippers...
Rippers leapt into the air and ate his floating dust bunnies!
Chappie hissed in flabbergasted outrage!
The damn rippers were stealing his food!
This would not do!
Chappie shot past above the rippers, he had to get ahead of them to get the food first!
Chappie heard something screaming up ahead.
He turned a corner.
Something supernatural was floating in the air?
It was vaguely humanoid in shape, glowing bright white, and screaming very loudly.
Chappie didn't care what the thing looked like, there was only one important question...
Chappie wondered if he could eat the floating thing?
The rippers were trying without success to bite the thing, it's supernatural form was slightly out of phase with the material universe, emitting photons and sounds but otherwise not interactive with physical baryonic matter...
Chappie would soon correct this...
Chappie drew on the power of the warp and hissed a simple spell.
Green energy shot out of Chappie's chitin covered cranium, hitting the thing like a lightning bolt.
The green energy absorbed into the thing, "knocking" it's substance fully into phase with the material universe. It looked so yummy!
Rippers suddenly swarmed all over it before Chappie could react!
The thing was screaming shrilly, differently from before, screaming in agony now.
The damn rippers were eating Chappie's meal thing!
Chappie hissed in disbelief as the rippers tore the thing apart!
Poor Chappie didn't even get a bite of the thing!
The thieving rippers were running ahead now.
Chappie tore after them, desperate to get to the food first.
Chappie and the rippers rushed into a huge dusty room, and squabbled with each other to each eat as much of the available dust as possible, completely uncaring about anything else.
Chappie's psychic witch-sight immediately noticed thousands of currently invisible humanoid ghosts standing in the room. The mundane sight of the rippers couldn't see these ghosts.
Chappie was slightly interested in the ghosts as potential food, but he was far more interested in using his powers to eat as much dust as possible.
The room was half full of rippers when the invisible ghosts suddenly made their eyes glow visibly.
The rippers noticed the glowing eyes, they all began leaping up with snapping jaws to try to bite the glowing orbs, thinking them to be edible flying glowing insects.
The ripper jaws were unable to harm the glowing ghost eyes, passing through them harmlessly.
Chappie took advantage of the rippers' distraction to help himself to all the considerable dust in the giant room, filling his stomach to bloating point.
Chappie sighed in contentment, and settled down on the floor to rest as he digested a sickening amount of dust.
The rippers continued leaping around trying to eat the glowing eyes out of the air.
Some of the jumping rippers landed on Chappie, irritating him. Chappie hissed in annoyance.
Another particularly fat leaping ripper landed hard on Chappie, head butting him very hard in his swollen abdomen with its entire weight!
Chappie's eyes widened in nausea, he vomited explosively from the hard hit to his full stomach!
Rippers screeched in agony as the torrent of acidic vomit sprayed them. Their shells were badly smoking and hissing from the terrible digestive juices.
Chappie was horrified, his food!
Rippers dropped down dead from the potent digestive juices liquefying their flesh. The stone floor was hissing violently and dissolving too.
Chappie rushed to frantically lick up his precious vomit, his tongue and teeth and inside of his mouth of course being completely immune to his own vomit lest he die instantly from vomiting.
The damn surviving rippers were licking it up too!
The rippers tongues and mouths were likewise immune to tyranid digestive juices!
Chappie and the rippers squabbled madly over the vomit and carrion, the delicious smell of rich dissolving meat distracting the rippers from even trying to attack the ghost eyes.
The dead rippers were all completely dissolved to a thick poisonous liquid now, all except for their mouths and ropy digestive systems which were coated in a waxy mucous that stopped the acid. The guts would last a while, but even the waxy mucous would eventually succumb to digestion.
The puddle was so yummy!
The lovely puddle of vomit and liquefied meat smelled wonderfully poisonous as it ate through the stone floor with alarming speed, tyranid meat was always filled with extreme amounts of extremely potent poisons that would instantly kill any non-tyranids who ate it. To tyranids however this poisonous meat was not even slightly dangerous, the poison simply added to the yummy flavour.
Chappie was in heaven as he lapped up the liquefied ripper meat, it was the yummiest thing he had ever eaten!
The damn rippers were drinking the puddle too!
The puddle was almost gone now!
The floor had a foot deep hole burned into it when the last of the yummy liquid was completely licked up clean by Chappie and the rippers. The damn rippers had drank more than half of it!
Chappie gazed regretfully at the empty puddle hole, he wanted more!
Chappie was just SO hungry!
Chappie looked around the room, but he had already eaten all the dust!
Chappie turned his attention to the invisible ghosts.
Chappie hissed in one of the tyranid tongues, drawing heavily upon the warp as a spell took shape.
Green and magenta lightning crackled around his head, terrible power being gathered.
With an almighty hiss of power, Chappie cast his terrible spell.
Green chain lightning arced in a massive web through the entire room, "knocking" the substance of the ghosts into phase with the material universe.
(ALMIGHTY EXPLOSION!)
Chappie's psychic force field was suddenly pushed to the brink of breaking point!
Chappie was pummeled by apocalyptic forces, almost knocking him out from the terrible concussion it gave his quaking brain!
Chappie pushed his psychic powers to breaking point to maintain his psychic force field, blood was streaming from his eyes and nostrils and mouth as the strain of his psychic efforts nearly destroyed him!
The terrible destructive force subsided somewhat, and Chappie blinked, slightly stunned, taking stock of what had just happened.
The entire room was a brightly glowing semi-molten inferno, the rippers and ghosts all reduced to ashes. Chappie alone was alive in here, and only safe from the lethal heat for as long as he maintained his psychic shield. The moment he dropped his shield the heat in this room would instantly reduce him to ash!
Chappie looked at his surroundings, trying to figure out what happened, and his knowledge of physics suddenly had the answer...
The ghostly bodies had become solid in a room full of leaping rippers, materialising while rippers were literally inside their bodies...
The electron degeneracy pressure of the electron shells of the various atoms apparently had not... Liked, having all these atom electron shells in the ripper bodies trying to simultaneously occupy exactly the same physical space as the ghost matter electron shells...
As TigerLily might have put it, the terrifyingly powerful repulsive electron degeneracy pressure, a force of physics so immensely powerful that it held back the gravitational collapse energies of entire white dwarf stars, had said a great big "nope" at this, and the repulsive electron degeneracy pressure between the respective atoms had repelled each other rather... Energetically...
The entire room had a distinctly... Nuked, look to it now...
(Authors note, this story has yet again been stymied by physics. This chapter originally didn't have Chappie's powers unleashing Hiroshima bomb levels of destruction, originally he just made the ghosts solid with rabidly biting jumping rippers inside them. But then I asked myself "what would actually happen if two solid bodies suddenly occupied the same space?" and looked at the science involved. The result turned out to be apocalyptic destruction, as forces more powerful than the insanely strong gravity of a white dwarf star, very forcibly shove all of the atoms out of each other's Van der Waals contact distances with explosive force. This scientifically accurate rewriting is actually a thousand times funnier than the original, so I will keep it lol).
(Additional note, the earlier ghost materialising just in the air would have escaped being apocalyptically exploded, as the atoms in air are spread out much thinner than the atoms in a solid substance. The ghost would likely still have an extremely rotten time of it, it's body full of agonising gas bubbles giving it the bends from hell, but it wouldn't go full Nagasaki).
The glowing hot stone ceiling was dripping down molten rock, and making rather worrying cracking and splitting noises. Chappie got the hell out of this disaster he himself had created.
Chappie could go in one of two possible directions, either back the way he had came, or further on into the unexplored tunnel.
The unexplored tunnels still had a lot of food in them, the way back did not. Chappie naturally went towards the food in the unexplored tunnel.
Chappie raced at top speed down this new tunnel.
CRACK!
CRACK! SPLIT!
CRACK CRACK CRACK!
CRACK ROAR BOOM!
The room behind him disappeared under an avalanche of rock!
The heat of the molten inferno had thermally shocked the stone ceiling, splitting the rock apart until the entire ceiling caved in.
Chappie pressed frantically onwards, the tunnel might collapse too!
The tunnel itself was very hot, the terrible explosion had blasted down the tunnel like a gun barrel, scorching the rock.
The dust was all burned away by the heat.
Chappie knew that a similar blast of electron degeneracy pressure induced energies would have shot down the other entrance tunnel as well, like an atomic bomb blast directed through a gun barrel, right into the carnifex and the assembling tyranid army...
Chappie got the distinctive mental image of molten chunks of obliterated carnifex pasting the tunnel walls, intermingled with the pasted remains of an entire army of other tyranid creatures...
Whoops...
Chappie pressed on.
He came to a massive stone room.
The room was plastered on every surface with ghostly remains that had been obliterated by the explosion!
The remains looked SO YUMMY!
Chappie gleefully tried to lick up this ghostly material.
OUCH!
Too hot too hot too hot!
The ghostly remains were too hot to eat!
Chappie frantically spat it out!
Chappie washed cooling saliva over his poor scorched tongue, feeling utterly sorry for himself, he couldn't eat the food when it was this hot!
Chappie glumly continued on down the tunnel, encountering only scorching heat, dust that had already burned down to ashes, and more pasted ghosts.
Chappie turned another corner and a distance down the tunnel he saw a glimmering shield of golden energy.
Chappie stopped and examined the energy shield curiously from afar.
It looked extremely strong and substantial, so strong and substantial in fact that it had held back the awesome force of the blast!
The golden energy shield was also transparent.
Beyond the energy shield he could see a length of wonderfully dusty tunnel and a humanoid figure standing with arms outstretched. Beside this figure stood other humanoid figures.
Chappie could see in multiple spectrums, and the infrared spectrum told him that it was lovely and cool on the other side of the energy shield...
Chappie was currently floating in a lethally hot tunnel, protected from the heat solely by his psychic force field. Chappie was hungry, thirsty, bleeding, concussed, nearly dead, exhausted from psychic effort, and his burned tongue hurt badly. Chappie decided that he very much wanted to be on the other side of this golden shield.
Chappie floated down the tunnel towards the golden energy shield, moving right up to it.
The humanoid creatures noticed him.
"Foul xenos! I shall kill the vile thing!" A harsh deep male voice roared, coming from the figure with hands outstretched.
"Chappie?, Wait Franklin, it's just poor Chappie!" the familiar sound of a bird mutant voice exclaimed quickly in recognition.
Chappie salivated at the sound of a bird mutant voice, the bird mutant would FEED him!
"Feed me!" Chappie psychically hissed eagerly at their minds.
"Definitely Chappie, let him past the force field Franklin,"
"I shall not let this abomination pass!"
"Don't be so cruel, he will die out there,"
"Come on Franklin, let poor Chappie through. He is harmless."
"This abomination ruined our wedding, there is nothing harmless about this vile xenos!"
Chappie waited impatiently as the humanoid creatures had an angry argument with each other.
Chappie couldn't move through the energy shield...
Chappie impatiently cast a bolt of terrible power at the shield to try to get it out of his way.
"Don't do that abomination!"
Chappie cast another even more powerful psychic bolt at it, this bolt specifically designed to disrupt other magic.
The shield flickered momentarily, letting in some of the terrible heat of the tunnel. The humanoids all staggered back from the terrible heat in dismay.
"You will kill us all! Stop that!"
"Just let him in Franklin, he won't stop until you let him pass"
"I should kill him,"
"He is a family pet! Don't be so horrid!"
Chappie cast another bolt, the shield flickered even worse than before, the humanoids exclaimed in dismay at the heat that got through.
"Very well, blasted xenos, come in before you kill us all!"
The shield changed slightly, becoming less rigid.
Chappie floated to it immediately, and the protective bubble of Chappie's own psychic force field touched the golden energy shield.
The golden energy shield slid around the sides of Chappie's round force field like the surface of a pond touching a ball. The force field moved through the golden energy shield effortlessly, and the golden energy shield parted around it maintaining an airtight seal.
Chappie passed fully through, and the shield became whole once again after his passage.
Chappie dropped his force field in relief, gasping in the wonderful cool air of this tunnel.
He fell out of the air awkwardly, his exhaustion hitting him fully now that the danger was passed, he lay shivering on the floor in exhaustion. The psychic strain of today had very very nearly killed poor Chappie.
"You want some food Chappie?," a bird mutant voice asked him happily.
Chappie merely trembled on the floor.
"Chappie?,"
Chappie twitched slightly, his body completely exhausted.
Chappie just wanted to sleep more than anything else in the world right now.
He felt the compassionate hands of bird mutants rub damp rags on his skin, he felt and tasted water being poured into his mouth.
Chappie swallowed the water frantically, rehydrating his scorched dehydrated bleeding body.
The water was so wonderful, he could feel his hot dry tissues soak with wonderfully cool water, soothing some of the terrible heat inside him.
More and more water was given to him, and he felt his exhaustion ravaged body begin to heal.
His terribly overheated body cooled more and more from this wonderful water, his temperature was cool and stable now.
Rehydrated and cooled, Chappie's tyranid body drew on the considerable fat reserves currently stored in his extremely pudgy tail, providing energy and biomass to heal all the damage he had sustained.
His tail got rapidly thinner and leaner, his fat reserves ravaged by his regeneration processes.
The bleeding stopped, his scorched tongue healed, his concussion damage healed. His barely alive body reassembled itself to full health with astonishing speed.
Within 30 minutes he felt as good as new, his damage completely replaced with new cells, his body completely healed and whole once again, albeit nearly 100 kilograms lighter after raiding so much fat reserves for the energy and material to heal with such extreme speed.
The wet rags and water of the wise bird mutants had kept him cool enough to heal this fast without cooking to death, they had all saved his life.
Chappie stretched his tail luxuriously, and floated easily into the air.
He turned to regard the bird mutants who had saved his life so compassionately.
Chappie gazed at his heroic rescuers who had so valiantly saved his life.
He had only one thing to say to these heroes:
"Feed me!"
***...
