The ship rocked and
Devilclash was thrown from the thin-mattressed standard-issue bed
onto the cold hard floor. Most of the bugs righted themselves and
stayed in mid-air, but the Hive-Stone clattered to the ground.
Righting themselves, the bugs swarmed around the Hive-Stone once
more, picking it up and placing it in back in to its original
position.
She heard shrieks coming
from outisde her chambers. Her door slid open with a quiet hiss and
she stepped through as a man ran by, straight into her arm.
Panicking, the man flailed his own arms, trying to swat the bugs out
of his way, before Devilclash was able to reform her arm. “Look
where you're going.” Her voice did not lack reproach. The man
looked back, but continued running away.
Gunfire, and the man was
torn apart in front of her, bullets thudded into the walls.
Xaosians.
Silver-skinned, scaled monstrosities. At first, they seemed similar
to the Scalimen, but the Xaosians had no tail, no emotional tells,
and their gargantuan hands were designed by evolution for violence
only. In fact, the hands of the Xaosian were the only areas not
covered by their black combat armour. When they saw Devilclash. They
briefly aimed, and fired.
Attaching the Hive-Stone
to two bugs, she decomposed herself, allowing the hive to become the
swarm that it should be. Some bullets took out some bugs, and
Devilclash felt not a pain, but as if part of herself was lost; she
reeled with the feeling. Reaching the Xaosians, she had the bugs
swarm onto them. They tried to swat the bugs away, but hundreds of
tiny mouths ate through the Xaosian's armour, aided by a natural
acid, before climbing inside and devouring the Xaosian. One was
targeted in the helmet, his eye being a passage for the bugs to
destroy his brain; the other had his chest targeted, heart devoured.
Taking on human form
once more, she looked down at the two Xaosians. Obviously here to
kill Lord Tahkshi.
She opened herself to
the Swarm and relayed these memories to the rest of the Pyrkagia. As
she did so, she felt the shock and horror of the others who could see
it. A visualisation of the Swarm, which she held in her mind, flashed
a dark red as the shock turned to anger; how could the Xaosians do
this? Curious, she tried to find the Pyrkagias she had detected on
Raan before, but she found no sign of life. She delved deeper,
swimming through the memories and eventually found the one she was
looking for; while the body was gone, the memories remain forever.
Buildings fall as the
ground shakes; an aftershock of the Xaosians mega-weapon. Crevasses
open and swallow a building. My building. We fall for an eternity,
but some of us live when the building stops. Then come
these...things. Silver skin, always shifting. They're on us now.
Fighting is useless.
Devilclash
detached herself from the Swarm, breathing quickly as she did so.
Creatures in the core of Raan? Silver shifting skin? She thought she
knew what they were, but they were all dead, surely. She put it to
the back of her mind for now; I'll discuss it with the Primary
when I get to Buun.
She
dissipated herself once more and made her way to Tahkshi's chambers;
protecting him was her first priority. When she reached the chambers,
alarms around the ship were ringing and red lights were flashing in
the corridors. Luckily, she didn't bump into any more Xaosians. She
gently pushed the door to his chambers open. It was very similar to
Devilclash's, just slightly larger and with a rail-desk in the
corner; the Lords were supposed to have plain, nondescript rooms so
as not to make it obvious where their chamber was. “Tahkshi?” She
called; it looked empty, but he could have been hiding. When she
received no response, she realised that the only logical place that
he would have gone to would be the bridge.
So
she reformed her human self and ran to the bridge to the sound of
squealing alarms and gunfire.
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