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Part Zero - Prologue.




She's huge.
Travelling space like a enormous beast, like a pregnant whale. Unseen for hundreds of centuries, She floats where stars are no more shining than salt spread on ink.
Her psychic presence however, has been known from many ephemeral civilisations as she passed millions of lightyears away from isolated worlds.
She crawls through space and through warp alike, disappearing from a corner of the galaxy to reach the opposite one.
Into her gigantic carcass, time passes and everything covers with dust.

Until new visitors arrived.

First, went creatures of nightmare. The superior intelligence leading them had seen an opportunity to strew its brood, across the vastness of the milky way.
Those were tools, killing machines. They set up nests into her corridors, into her very stomach and internal organs.
They went everywhere, silently waiting the time they will strike on other living forms.

But these living forms waisted no time to come to Her.
Her silent journey through the stars encountered a singular end. A noisy end, in the form a full, newly gathered Ork fleet, freshly thrown in space like a bullet out a barrel.
The meeting between the greenskin wave, eager to pillage the flying treasure island, and the deadly aliens within it left Her scattered, rampaged from the inside.
Everywhere through her bones, beneath her skin, trigger-happy Orks fought against the very intelligence of the Tyranids.
The aliens ambushed the aliens.
Then went screams. Bass roars of the hulking greenskins. Vicious, high-pitched howlings in return.
Then went blood. A dark, thick, foul blood soon covered every wall, every floor into her hull.
She bled alike, as bullets went into her veins, into her bones, into her meat. Her intruders unaware of the damages, of the pain they brought with them.

So She quenched from all the blood, and joined the scream.

A overwhelming cry of pure psychic energy blasted through a vast area of space around Her, and inside her own body.
A few worlds nearby, striving to maintain a primitive, young life, died in a blink.
Every genestealer immediately lost any link with the Hivemind and suffered dramatical brain damages, leaving the nests full of trembling, living ruins.
The greenskins, less vulnerable to psychic mauling, experienced traumatic fear, a fear bigger than they will ever encounter afterwards.

The green wave fled her hull in no time. The Ork left with everything they could, leaving almost an equal amount of junk and scrap behind them.

They also left the most precious thing to Her. Silence.

And so She slipped into blissful, silent coma, and continued Her journey through the galaxy.

If this is the prologue then I am looking forward to the rest of the story! Good opening, definitely want to read more