Hive Fleet Gelugon


Category: Xenos
Hive Fleet: Gelugon
Location: On route to Palidas System
Unique identifiers: Thermophage, chilling touch
First recorded contact: See excerpt below



"Space is dark and cold. It's as far from what people imagined Hell as the one toilet on the shuttle is from this log station. What people don't think about is that Hell is more welcoming."

The astro-loggers voice was being recorded by the auto-writer. They were one of the skeleton crew in this section of the ship. It was a lonely position, keeping a record of what is happening on a ship that was routinely managed by a team of 5 people.

"People crave warmth. People crave talking and things to react to. This tin can has just me and the four guardsmen."

Sounds echoed throughout the ship. Another pipe burst, some cables spark, maybe some space debris crashed into the hull and dislodged any number of things. 

"Probably have a better conversation out there. At least then someone might be making some sense. Smiddy said he joined The Guard to kill aliens! Like we're gonna literally crash into aliens and he'll get his chance to be know throughout all the cosmos. Idiot."

An orange light lit up in the corner of the log room. Orange meant there was a minor hull breach. That crash must've been something solid. The servitors would deal with it.

"I joined up to see the stars. See something new and exciting! And I'm stuck here writing this log."

The light went from orange to red, and a siren rang through the ship. The low thrum of las-guns firing could be heard faintly.

"Looks like something living did penetrate the hull-"

The scream was loud. The astro-logger froze. Then remembered their duty.

"One guardsman dow- two- four."

The firing stopped. The logger turned from the vox-recorder to face the entrance. Into the room squirmed the first interloper. The size of a large dog, long blade-like claws made the majority of front legs, and they tore through the metal plating of the room.

"Xenos species identified. Looks to be what the lexicanum call t-tyranid. I'm likely the last-t one her-re"

The astro-logger shivered as more of the xenos crawled into the room. They seemed to draw the heat from the room, as the loggers breath started to be visible. Theirs scythe-claws experimentally tested the loggers skin.

"Their scythes... f-freezing... d-don't know how l-long..."

The monsters barked at each other, the saliva crystalised as it landed on the loggers skin.

"Hell would be a welcome change."

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