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So, before I just put down my first attempt at the story, I just want to say that I have not read any actual novels involving 'nids. As far as I know, no one has yet tried writing a story from their perspective, just because of the challenges involved. So, I decided to give it a try.

In the early years of the universe, long before the imperial expansions into space, Hellion Prime was a paradise amongst the stars. Far larger than anything even thought possible, it boasted a highly advanced civilization, bent on perfecting every aspect of life. Then came the hunger from beyond even the stars themselves. Its descent was a plague and in their desperation, the people of Hellion Prime turned their home into an apocalypse of their own making. Utilizing their technology, they dragged surrounding stars into place, turning what was once a fertile planet into a place of sand and the scorched ashes of billions. But their plan failed, the stars just out of alignment. Survival was possible. And all was unknown to the Imperial settlers in the early M39.

Far beneath the ground, an event was taking place. Miles beneath miles under the surface in a massive cavern, a horde of organisms gathered. A titanic Norn Queen, the latest in a long line of progenitors, screams in agony its birthing sac tears open. A second Norn Queen, barely half the size of its predecessor, stumbles out of the tattered flesh and looks around with birthing fluid dripping off of its carapace. Several thousand lesser organisms watched in silence at the birthing of the new queen. The old queen stares balefully at its newly hatched successor and then at the horde of creatures under the Hive Mind’s control. It was nothing compared to the past memories of swarms uncountable. The Hive Mind spoke to the new queen, a simple yet profound command. Survive. The new queen turned towards its elder and obeyed. From nearby pits, old reclamation pools long gone dry, countless ripper swarms writhe and make their way to the old queen. In obedience, they jump onto the queen, their teeth finding purchase and tearing flesh from bone. In silence, the horde watches the act of matricide continue and the rippers finish their grisly task, leaving nothing behind, and make their way towards a low reclamation pool, nearly gone dry.

The Norn Queen took up its predecessor's place and looked out amongst the cavern. The Hive Minds allowed it to absorb the memories of its predecessors and the Norn Queen could sense its displeasure. For countless eons, they had been trapped deep beneath the surface, forced to survive through near starvation, rationing what biomass the hive fleet had salvaged from the time of burning. It had been crippled, the weakened host unable to reach out to its own and call. Soon, it would have to birth yet another smaller queen to spread out survival even farther. As the Hive Mind pondered the options, the ground quaked. From the farthest reaches of the inner hive, a minor message shouted out in warning to the Norn Queen. Something comes. The Norn Queen roared in rage at the sudden rush of commands flooding its mind. It relayed the commands to the horde, and they quickly rushed out to attack. Something meant food. Food meant survival. The Hive Mind would continue to survive yet.

it was a interesting read. I'd like to hear more from this story anyway. all fluff is canon, and all canon is fluff and what not. Go for it.

Sorry, but I beat you to the punch! I started a Lictor POV story a while back.

Your story is intriguing. I like how you've started out by putting the Tyranids into the same position of survival that they normally cause among the other races. It's a nice twist, and I'm looking forwards to how you continue this story.

Good perspective. Very refreshing. You didn't break any rules so I can accept its validity. I'd like to see what comes of this.

 Mr. Oddity wrote:
Sorry, but I beat you to the punch! I started a Lictor POV story a while back.

I fail to see the validity of this statement. They were both good reads but two different stories (perhaps just intros).