by dinoman666 » Sat May 23, 2009 3:53 pm
Grievous slammed his metal fist against the edge of the conference table, leaving a sizable dent that even made Shriwirr flinch slightly from the resulting sound. "I will NOT destroy my home planet! I would rather fight the Vong Overlord one-on-one! At least that way we have a chance!" Ivpikkis whistled in his strange, musical language, and A-4D, who was standing nearby, translated it: "Ivpikkis agrees. He thinks we should at least delay the Vong by killing their leader, or a least a high-ranking caste member." He also translated Sun Fac's clicking response: "Maybe the one in charge of their fleet?"
Warlord Gnawdwell stared into the transparent container, alongside the horribly mutated Throt the Unclean. The container was extremely tough, able to withstand everything up to and including a bullet from a Jezzail, at least for a limited time. The two Skaven watched the motionless, amorphous blob, tentacles laying deathly still on the ground. Soon, a door in the side of the compartment opened, and a Skaven Packmaster, armed with a vicious-looking whip, forced a pitiful-looking slave inside, then shut the door. The frightened Skaven huddled in a corner, watching the blob fearfully. Suddenly, the thing reacted to the Skaven's presence, tentacles lashing out and grabbing the slave, dragging him towards the trembling mass of grotesque flesh. Struggling and screeching, the slave bit down n one of the tentacles, but it had no effect, except cause a small stream of green blood to drip out, which immediately slithered with a mind of its own up into the slave's mouth, causing him to cough and wheeze. As the bottom half of the Skaven was dragged into the blob's body, something even more horrible happened: the blob caused a skinless, horrid-looking copy of the slave's head to protrude from it, followed by a pair of arms, which latched onto the slave's own head, drilling its fingers into the Skaven's flesh, soon ripping the skin clean off. The dead slave was ragged into the blob completely, and it wasn't long until the rest of the blob had turned itself into a perfect copy of the Skaven slave. The creature looked around blankly, then sat down boredly in a corner, as if waiting to be released. Gnawdwell and Throt grinned maliciously. "What shall we name-call this... thing?" asked Throt. Gnawdwell laughed and replied, "The Thing! Yes-yes!"
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