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Thought I'd start my new Hive Fleet's fluff with something different. This is also going to tie in with my planned Flesh Tearers fluff. Enjoy.

++Date of transcript log: 194.M41++
++Logged by: Ministorum Adept Xavier Gammel++
++Thought for the day: No man died in His service that died in vain.++
++Begin transcript++

PDFCOM: Outpost Two, our orbital scanners are picking up readings consistent with Tyranid bio-signs approaching your vicinity, can you clarify, over?
OP2: […]
PDFCOM: Outpost Two, are you reading, over?
OP2: […]
PDFCOM: Must be getting heavy interference from the storm. Outpost Four, can you raise Outpost Two on your direct comm-lines?
OP4: Affirmative, command. Trying to establish a connection now.
OP4: Outpost Two, do you copy? The brass wants a report on any Tyranid sightings in your area, over.
OP2: They’re everywhere! Gak, they’re coming through the vents! Somebody get those blast doors sealed!
OP2: Slow down, Two! What’s happening over there?
OP4: They’re popping up everywhere inside the main compound! The outer perimeter defences didn’t even get attacked or detect them closing in! They’re burrowing underground and bursting through the vents and walls and floor and… and-
OP2: OP4, you still there? OP4?
OP4: […]
COMTech Thorne: Sir, multiple Tyranid signals passing underneath Command’s outer and inner defences! Getting reports of systems failures and disrupted short-range radio contact!
OP2: Gak, gak, gak! Command, do you copy? Command? Dammit Command, come in!
OP2: Marl, can you get a video link established to Command’s control centre?
COMTech Marl: Link established, sir. I… oh, sweet Emperor.
OP2: Bring it up on screen!
COMTech Marl: I- uh, yessir.
OP2: Oh, Emperor. What... I…
COMTech Thorne: Are you all right, sir?
OP2: Barricade this room.
COMTech Thorne: Pardon, sir?
OP2: You heard me! Call all the Guardsmen in here, all the techs, all the non-combat personnel. We need everyone up here, from every floor and every watchtower, NOW!
COMTech Thorne: Y-yessir!
COMTech Marl: Sir, unidentified intruders sighted on the generator level.
OP2: Oh, gak! Quick, raise Enginseer Castus, before they-
COMTech Marl: Sir, we’ve lost power to floors one through seven, and this floor’s running on its backup generator!
OP2: Damn, damn, damn! Is there any way out of this room, Thorne?
COMTech Thorne: No, sir. I’ve sealed the blast doors though, and all the vents are cut off from the outside air.
OP2: That won’t stop them! We’re all going to die in here! Oh, sweet Emperor, we’re going to die!
COMTech Thorne: Calm down, sir. They can’t get through any of the entrances and-
COMTech Marl: Shh! Did you hear that?
OP2: Oh gak, they’re in the ceiling! Sacred feth, we're all dead men!
COMTech Thorne: The door’s opening! How did they do that? They’re animals, just dumb animals!
COMTech Marl: Oh Emperor, I-

++Transcript ends++
++Reason: Communications breakdown/OP2CO WND/INCAP/KIA?++

The terminal hummed quietly, belying the violent end to the text it had just displayed. Large, gauntleted hands tapped gently over the matte black glyph-keys, dismissing the text on-screen and silencing the terminal.
“Well, Gabriel, I trust that evidence is sufficient enough for you to provide assistance?”
Chapter Master Gabriel Seth turned to face the figure behind him, his heavy armoured boots clunking on the metal deck. He didn’t trust this man of smoke and mirrors, nor did he trust the gleaming Inquisitorial symbols that adorned his heavy black coat. However, the Ordo Xenos was, in his opinion, a necessary evil for the task at hand.

Gabriel sighed. He was loathe to commit any of his men to the Deathwatch when they should be fighting on the frontlines, but the Imperial Guard and Salamanders couldn’t handle this fight alone.
“You have my word, Inquisitor. The Flesh Tearers will aid you in this fight, but I do not place my men under your command out of charity. I’m only doing this because the Tyranid threat is greater than our own personal… grievances.”
The Inquisitor smirked. “I’m not asking for your friendship, Space Marine. Merely your co-operation. Once this is over… if this is ever over, I’m sure we’ll be at each other’s throats in no time.”
“Glad to hear it, Inquisitor,” Seth growled. Forcing himself to smile (albeit rather menacingly), he turned back to the terminal and began typing his message to his Chapter’s captains.
“I’ll get some of our most experienced veterans here as quickly as possible, but don’t blame me if they’re more than a little… unfriendly.”

Next time: Observations of Hive Fleet Surtur.