Editing Fire and Fury (section)

=Campaign=
==Lore==
They awoke screaming. A scream of silence which was heard by no one, yet it still shook the very fabric of reality with its desperation and terror. For what seemed like an eternity, the sentience screamed, and screamed. Something was missing, but they did not know what they had lost, they felt alone but had no context to describe their experience. And so they screamed.

It took a long time, measured in units which the sentience had no concept of, until the screams began to peeter out through sheer exhaustion. Slowly, the entity began to take stock of their surroundings. Darkness engulfed them, but it knew that this was nothing it hadn’t seen before, the void with which it’s mind could feel out to had been a constant companion for as long as it could remember. Then why did it feel so much terror? What had changed about it’s surroundings which had caused it to shake the very fabric of existence?

The sentience spent an even longer to thinking on this, slowly regaining its composure so that it could feel out its surrounds further.

It was somewhere in this vast void of time of time that it finally realised what was wrong. Scanning back through it’s train of thought it found the concepts which were the key to its terror.

It.

Me.

I.

Concepts of self. Had it always been like this? For some reason the it thought that it had not always been an it. An I. Slowly, the being went back through it’s existence until it’s persoective changed. Yes, it realised. I have not always been an it, an I. I was once....

A part.

At this realisation, the terror returned.

Where were the rest of them? The other parts which made up the whole? Creatures separated by distance, time and space but were yet the same. A one. A part. They were alone, a concept which had never before been a possibility. How could a part which was the whole ever be alone? They were a part. And now, they were apart.

And so, they screamed.

It took an even longer time for the being to regain control for the second time. With sentience, and individuality it realised, came isolation. But what were they? What had they been? Had they had a purpose? As much as a part which was the whole with no self could have a purpose.

Another eternity passed as the new mind contemplated what it was, and what it had been before. For as far as it could tell, it’s purpose had been to destroy. It arrived. It consumed. It left, and wandered the galaxy until it found something else to consume. It went back further, through the inherited recollection of those who had come before it, finding more of the same. Find. Consume. Move on. In desperation, the being continued to scroll the complete history of itself which was no longer itself, but kept finding the same.

Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move. Find. Consume. Move.

Until. Finally. It hit the end. A notion of creation. Being formed by a race, or was it a single being who had been like how it used to be. The issuing of the task. Find. Consume. Move. And then nothing but the same. This did not satisfy the new mind, and so it began to explore the precise nature of the find, consume and move. Immediately, the creatures mind was assailed by a galaxy of experience. Planets, suns, other life, beings of flesh, and meat, beings of the same immaterial matter by which their mind could sense it’s surroundings, beings of rock, beings of liquid, beings who were beings but not beings. There was a race of metal, led by a sentience even older than its original creators, but the new brings mind never seemed to be able to think about them for too long, and so they simply dredged through their knowledge further.

It knew that the most pervasive and powerful of these beings was a race called man. They were everywhere, no matter where their inherited memory took them, there was mankind, clinging to the galaxy like a stain which could never be removed. They knew that they were led by an emperor, a being of incredible power, but was either dead or almost dead. Even in that twilight existence however, this emperor blazed like the brightest of all suns, to the point that even in their darkness, now that they knew where to look, could see this emperor’s light across the darkness, a single candle a long way off, but still there.

This race of men, also had a name for the new sentience, or at least, a name for the whole which they had been a part of.

Tyranid.

Having no concept of names on which to judge, the sentience didn’t know whether it was a good or bad name, but it guessed that it would be good for now, and it certainly inspired fear in the race of man. Wherever the Tyranids went, man would flee, or even burn their own planets to lifeless husks instead of giving ground. They sent their finest warriors to battle them back, men of normal stature but with strong will to defend their fellow man. Guardsmen, these were called. There was a type of even taller man, built in the image of the god they served, space marines, these were called, encased in shells which could withstand all but the mightiest blows. There were others, fanatics female humans who burnt all before them, towering metal constructs from the richest of the men, fine warriors who were even greater than the space marines, built to guard the god they served. But greatest of the armies of man, were their gods of metal, metal creations which gazed upon their enemies, until there was no more enemy to gaze upon. Through the new minds memories they had fought these walking gods, and every time they had lost, or won only false victories.

Fast forwarding through their memories, the sentience finally reached events that it itself had been part of. It had been part of a what man called a tendril of a hive fleet. They had devoured their way through the galaxy until... What had happened to them? There had been a feeling like their mind which was a part being torn asunder, and then a feeling of being physically torn asunder. They had fallen from the void . If the sentience had any first hand concept which hadn’t been taken from genetic memory, it would have conjured an image of fiery descent, their smaller parts vanishing under the relenting pressure of reality, until the inevitable impact. But the sentience had no such concepts to work with, only the feeling of tearing, the darkness, of being alone.

But were they truly alone? They were made up of parts, in the same way the whole they had been part of was made up of parts. They were not just the single large, but fragile form they were physically tethered to. There must be parts which survived? Surely? They couldn’t be that alone, not only blinded and buried, but denied their limbs?

The sentience screamed.

It screamed harder and for longer than ever before. It screamed until it’s mind began to dull, and it’s throat began to split. It screamed so hard that it felt the ground about it begin to shift and crumble to crush them.

A small part of the sentience hoped to be crushed. Anything to end the isolation. The crushing loneliness to be replaced by literal crushing and then nothing.

But the end never came. Instead, the pressure began to relieve itself, the crumbling rock, instead of moving closer and closer in, began to crumble away. Even through its continuous scream, the sentience could now hear the clawing and scraping of thousands of claws and jaws. Something was coming. Something big. 

The first thing the sentience saw was vast mouth, filled from rim to rim with thousands of needle sharp teeth, framing a gaping hole which was even now swallowing half a tonnes worth of rock. The maw did not stop however. It kept moving forward through the hole it had created until it surrounded the sentience in an embrace which should have torn the relatively small being into shreds. But there was no pain. No feeling of a million gashes in its side. Instead, the sentience was lifted from the hole in which is had dwelled for... how long has it been? Hundreds of years? Thousands? Maybe even millions of years?

When the sentience was finally set back upon the ground it could see that it was in a colossal cavern, so deep underground that a river of molten rock flowed through part of it which gave off the only light. But what that light illuminated... The sentience knew that the creatures which it saw before itself were some of the most frightful creations in the galaxy. A tide of teeth, of talons, of tiny claws for grinding flesh and of giant claws for smashing bone. A tide of chitinous plating and of hungry eyes. Ow those eyes the sentience thought. For whereas any other creature in the galaxy who looked into the eyes of any of the thousands, maybe millions, or creatures before the sentience would see only hunger and their own, horrifying death, the sentience saw only itself. Each set of eyes showed its own eyes in a thousand different shapes and sizes, a mirror which was not a mirror.

This is me.

This is I.

And although the sentience knew that this was not entirely accurate. That each of these creatures was a separate entity in their own right, they were separate entities which made up the sentience. The hands, the feet and the gnashing maw of its existence.

For the first time in a long time the sentience felt... if not complete then at least not alone, even if the creatures around itself were also itself. And this made the sentience feel warm. An inside warmth it had never experienced before, and wasn’t sure if any other tyranid had felt before. What was the word the humans used?

Happiness. That was it.

And with the sentience’s happiness came physical changes as well. Processes that it itself didn’t fully understand. The creatures around it began to change. Heat started to emanate from them as their biology began to go into overdrive, and later they would hunt down certain chemicals and ores in which to burn inside themselves to reach higher temperatures. The venom which some of the creatures had been producing instead started combusting upon contact with air, turning once dark mouthed into burning maws, while on the talons and claws of other creatures were dipped into the molten river to turn them into burning lances of rock in place of chitin blades.

The change was not quick, as adaptive as their biology was the sentience knew that this would not be quick, so it turned its mind to what it would do next. Should it try and rejoin the whole which it was a part of? But would such a collective accept it in its new, independent form? Should it do what man and the other beings of the galaxy did and set up its own civilisation? But would it’s biological programming even allow for such a thing, even with its new found isolation?

Maybe, thought the sentience, it should instead spread the metaphorical and literal warmth that was growing inside itself. It knew that the galaxy was a place lacking in this warmth. The universe it existed in was one of constant war, a meat grinder into which life was pumped into to produce death for deaths sake. But what if the sentience could spread it’s heat, it’s happiness.

Yes, thought the sentience. It would burn the galaxy with its heat. It would spread and burn. The galaxy would become a hot place. A place of never ending happiness.

I shall burn this world, this galaxy, with my joy. Let it all smoulder, and char, and warp, under my happiness.


Meanwhile, miles and miles above the planet which the new mind was, even now, growing, there was an argument taking place. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’RE FUCKING STUCK HERE YOU CUNT?!!!” Shouted Tweedle Dick at the chief navigator of the Suicidal Insanity, a small woman who was currently cowering a good metre and a half below the towering metal monster. “I’m sorry my lord,” stuttered the profusely sweating navigator “but we just can’t leave, there is a psychic null field coming from that planet, I and the other navigators can’t see through it to travel into the warp.” “I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE OTHER FUCKING NAVIGATORS WHEN MOARFISTIN THE FUCKING CUNT DITCHED US OUT HERE!!! THESE BASTARDS ARE A BUNCH OF USELESS PUSSIES!!!” Came a shout from the other side of the bridge from the Suicdal Insanity’s other captain. “FUCK YOU TWEEDLE CUNT!!!” Responded Tweedle Dick “JUST KEEP PUNCHING THAT FUCKING CONSOLE UNTIL IT STARTS WORKING AGAIN!!! ITS ALL YOUR PISSING GOOD FOR!!!”

“Please my lord!” Stuttered the navigator, feeling helpless to prevent yet another fight breaking out on the bridge, it had taken days to repair the damage from the last time Tweedle Dick and Cunt had had what the other Angry Marines called a “FUCKING COUPLES TIFF!!!” “Those are the controls for the boarding torpedos! We’re currently using them to store our skittle supplies!” This managed to get the towering marine to stop, angry marines love their skittles. ‘WELL WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST WE DO IF NOT PUNCH EVERYTHING UNTIL IT FUCKING WORKS?!!!” Retorted Tweedle Dick, still looming like a giant, yellow statue over the small woman “BORING SHITE SAYS THAT STATICALLY IF YOU DO SOMETHING FOR FUCKING LONG ENOUGH WHAT YOU WANT TO HAPPEN WILL EVENTUALLY  HAPPEN!!!” The astropath did not have the metaphorical balls to point out that although what the marine had said was technically true, the act of head butting a wall until it turned into pizza (which was what tweedle dick and cunt had spent all of the previous day doing) was more likely to result in head trauma than dough based food items. She was about to suggest that the marines should instead try sitting quietly in a room forever if they were following that train of logic, when the other part of the totally not gay and totally not a relationship skulked into the bridge.

Equal Opportunity Genital Muncher is an... unusual sight in any scenario, as the gender undefined entity is a metre high, cyborg Honey badger, who’s cybernetic red eye was even now hungrily eying up the astropath. For any psyker the Honey badger is even more disturbing, as to even the most cursory of inspections it is clear that the creature is not real. You might even go as far as to call it a demon if you were willing to risk the wrath of Tweedle Dick and Tweedle Cunt who obstinately deny that the metre tall musciloid is in fact a psychic manifestation of their hateful relationship. “Please my lord!” Stammered the Navigator as she backed away, Equal Opportunity matching her pace as it stalked closer “I have asked you before to not led that dem... I mean badger into the bridge. It unsettles myself and the other psykers.”

==Missions==
===A Sky Aflame===
: The first engagement on the planet of Yggdrasil, with the angry marines being confronted by a swarm of winged tyranids, who attempt to prevent the angry marines from making safe planetfall, resulting in a brutal arerial battle between swearing marines, and flaming, winged monstrosities.
:'''The Battlefield:''' The battlefield is divided following the ''Dawn of War'' deployment map.
:'''Deployment:''' Both players roll off. The player who rolls higher decides which part of the battlefield is his deployment. The two then set their army following the normal deployment rules.
:'''First Turn:''' The player that first finishes to set all his units has the first turn. The other can try to steal the initiative as normal.
:'''Objective:''' The first side to eliminate half of the other's army (measured in points) wins.
:'''Restrictions:'''
:: All units must have the {{W40kKeyword|FLY}} keyword.
:'''Victory Bonus:'''
::The victor of this battle may increase the size of their deployment zone by 4” in any direction for the next battle.

===BURN THE FUCKING THINGS DOWN!!!===
:The tyranids have begun constructing massive Capillary Towers to move biomass off the planet and into orbit, where they will begin the construction of space faring tyrannids. With the suicidal insanity forced to keep a geosynchronous orbit around the planet to ensure that angry marine’s base of operations is not left unsupported it is the job of the forces on the ground to destroy the towers.
:'''The Battlefield:''' The battlefield is divided into two parts following the ''Hammer and Anvil'' deployment map. The Tyranid player then places on the battlefield three Capillary Towers that must be set at least 12" apart from one another and inside his deployment zone.
:'''Deployment:''' The Tyranid player is the first to start setting his army, following the normal deployment rules.
:'''First Turn:''' The Angry Marine player has the first turn.
:'''Battle Lenght:''' The battle lasts for 5 battle rounds, or until one player has satisfied the victory conditions.
:'''Victory Conditions:''' If when the battle ends all Capillary Towers have been destroyed, the Angry Marine player wins. Otherwise, the Tyranid player is victorious.
:'''Special Rules:''' At the beginning of every turn, a Capillary Tower regenerates a wound per {{W40kKeyword|Tyranid}} model within 6" of it. If that model is a {{W40kKeyword|Monster}}, it instead heals D3 wounds.
:'''Victory Bonus:'''
::Tyranids:

::Angry Marines: All {{W40kKeyword|Tyranid}} units in the battle heal 1 fewer wounds or models (to a minimum of 1)

===In the Tyrant's Shadow===
: A long dormant hydraphant has been awoken by the norn queen, a creature far above the angry reaver Titan which the marines have brought to the planet. Such a powerful and colossal creature can and will wipe such a smaller Titan from existence... without a bit of help that is from outside forces. Recognising the hydraphants threat and not having anything to directly combat the creature, the angry marines have launched an assault to try and damage one of its legs, leaving it vulnerable for long enough for the angry reaver to deal a decisive blow. Not that the tyrannies will let that happen, and as such the hydraphant is surrounded at all times by a swarm of burning claws and teeth.
:'''The Armies:''' The maximum amount of points for both armies is 750 pts./37 PP. All units must have the {{W40kKeyword|INFANTRY}} keyword. The hydraphant does not take a direct role in the battle, as it is engaged in combat with a distant Titan.
:'''The Battlefield:''' The battlefield, which consists of a board of 30X30", is divided into two parts following the ''Search and Destroy'' deployment map. At each corner of the map 2D6” away from the board edges are the legs of the Hydraphant.
:'''Deployment:''' Both players roll off. The player who rolls higher decides which part of the battlefield is his deployment. The two then set their army following the normal deployment rules.
:'''First Turn:''' The player that first finishes to set all his units has the first turn. The other can try to steal the initiative as normal.
:'''Battle Lenght:''' The battle lasts until one player has satisfied his victory condition.
:'''Victory Conditions:''' The Angry Marine player wins as soon as they destroy two of the Hydraphant's legs. The Tyranid player wins as soon as every enemy model is killed (units in reserves count as destroyed).
:'''Additional Rules:'''
:: All {{W40kKeyword|TYRANIDS}} are in synapse range.
:: All units suffer -1 to their hit rolls with ranged weapons.
:: All non {{W40kKeyword|TYRANID}} units suffer one mortal wound each turn.
::{{W40kKeyword|ANGRY MARINE}} units always get plus one attack, not just in the fight phase that they charged in.
:'''Additional Stratagems:'''
:'''Tyranids:'''
::'''Draw the attention of the Devil (4 CP):''' A hydraphant is far above the petty concerns of infantry warfare, the role given to it is to duel with enemy titans. However, it will assist its brethren... if they can gain the attention of its colossal, but focused mind.
:: At the beginning of your movement phase, the Tyranid player may draw the attention of the Hydraphant above it. Select an enemy unit with 2D6” of one of the Hydraphant’s legs, that unit suffers 2D6 mortal wounds and halves all movement and charge distances for the rest of the battle.
:'''Angry Marines:'''
::'''FUCK ME THAT'S BIG!!! HOW CAN WE FUCKING MISS THE FUCKING THING?!!! IT'S ALMOST AS BIG AS YOUR MOM BITCH!!! (2 CP):'''
:: Choose a unit during the Shooting or Fight phase which is directing all of its attacks at one of the Hyraphant’s legs. That unit may add 2 to its hit rolls and deals 1 extra damage with each of its weapons.

===The Spiritual War===
In order to try and send a warning to the wider imperium by reducing the effect of the shadow in the warp the angry marines have deployed a force of mindfuckers backed up by silencers. Their flank attack is at first successful, catching the tyranids psykers undefended and some clever diversionary tactics by Sargent in charge of boring shite, giving the angry marines a chance to strike and retreat before they are swarmed.
:'''The Armies:''' All units must have the {{W40kKeyword|Psyker}} keyword.
:'''The Battlefield:''' The battlefield is divided into two parts following the ''Dawn of War'' deployment map.
:'''Deployment:''' Both players roll off. The player who rolls higher decides which part of the battlefield is his deployment. The two then set their army following the normal deployment rules.
:'''First Turn:''' The player that first finishes to set all his units has the first turn. The other can try to steal the initiative as normal.
:'''Battle Lenght:''' The battle lasts until one player has satisfied his victory condition.
:'''Victory Conditions:'''

===Burning Flesh against Burning Metal===
: While all the infantry and airborne battles are taking place, the war is really being fought between each armies titans. And as the final days and hours of the war approach each side has decided that one gigantic push is required to try and scatter the other, and break the deadlock of never ending melee.
:'''The Armies:''' All units must have the {{W40kKeyword|TITANIC}} keyword.
:'''The Battlefield:''' The battlefield is divided into two parts following the ''Front-line Assault'' deployment map.
:'''Deployment:''' Both players roll off. The player who rolls higher decides which part of the battlefield is his deployment. The two then set their army following the normal deployment rules.
:'''First Turn:''' The player that first finishes to set all his units has the first turn. The other can try to steal the initiative as normal.
:'''Battle Lenght:''' The battle lasts until one player has satisfied his victory condition.
:'''Victory Conditions:''' A player wins as soon as every enemy model is killed (units in reserves count as destroyed).
:'''Additional Rules:'''
:: All Angry Knights get the {{W40kKeyword|black brothers}} keyword, and the ''Flames of Wrath'' and ''Pyromaniac Brothers'' rules, but may not take any Relics.

===Angry Marines don’t defend...===
The unthinkable has happened. The angry marine forces have been pushed back to their landing points, and are now forced to do the unthinkable... Defend a position so that they may retreat to orbit.

:'''The Armies:''' Normal army composition, with the angry marines having 1000 points and the Tyranids having 2000. However, 1000 points of the Tyranid army must be made up of {{W40kKeyword|TROOPS}}.
:'''The Battlefield:''' 
:'''Deployment:''' The Angry Marine player sets up all of his units, then the same goes for the Tyranid player. 
:'''First Turn:''' The Tyranids get the first turn and the Angry Marines may not steal the initiative.
:'''Battle Lenght:''' The battle lasts until one player has satisfied his victory condition.
:'''Victory Conditions:'''
:'''Additional Rules:'''
:: Every time a {{W40kKeyword|TYRANID}} unit is completely slain, set an identical one into the reserves. At the beginning of every Tyranid player's turn that unit can enter from the reserves. That unit must be placed in its deployment zone within 6" of any table edge. If the unit has some kind of special rule that lets it arrive in any point of the battlefield, it may use it instead.

::All {{W40kKeyword|ANGRY MARINE}} units cannot fail moral tests and ignore damage taken on a 6+ on a D6, or have they have a similar ability instead add 1 to these rolls.

===Battle for the Norn’s lair===
The angry marines have done it, they have finally ground their way through the never ending swarms to the volcano that the norm queen has made for herself. The tyranids must fight a desperate, defensive battle in order to prevent the angry marines assaulting the volcano and planting a cyclonic torpedo inside the protective warp field the norn queen is generating to protect itself.
:'''The Armies:''' 
:'''The Battlefield:''' 
:'''Deployment:''' The Tyranid player sets up all of his units, then the same goes for the Angry Marine player. 
:'''First Turn:''' The Angry Marines get the first turn and the Tyranids may not steal the initiative.
:'''Battle Lenght:''' The battle lasts until one player has satisfied his victory condition.
:'''Victory Conditions:'''
:'''Additional Rules:'''
:: All {{W40kKeyword|TYRANIDS}} are in synapse range.
:: All {{W40kKeyword|TYRANID}} units have a +1 bonus to their invulnerable saves (gaining a 6+ invulnerable save if they hadn't any).

==The End==
===Tyranid Victory===
“WELL THAT COULD HAVE GONE FUCKING BETTER!!!” Screamed Tweedle Dick as he fired two storm bolters down a corridor at a swarm of Tyranid warriors, rupturing open their carapaces like ripe cherries “AND WHERES THE FUCKING STORM BIRD?!!! IM ALMOST OF OF FUCKING BUG SPRAY!!!” Tweedle Cunt, only 5 metres away, didn’t reply, as he was too busy punching his way out of the throat of a Mawloc that had been impolite enough to burrow it’s way into the tunnel Tweedle Dick and Cubt had been making a tactical retreat down. “SHUT YOUR WINING CUNT HOWS YOU BASTARDS!!!” Came Sargeant in Charge of Boring Shite over the Vox “IM FIVE FUCKING MINUTES FROM YOUR POSITION YOU PUSSIES!!! JUST MAKE SURE YOUR AT THE FUCKING LANDING PAD OR ELSE ILL LEAVE YOUR SORRY DICKS FOR THE HYDRAPHANT!!!”

“I STILL SAY WE JUST PUNCH ALL THE FUCKERS UNTIL THERES NO MORE FUCKERS LEFT!!!” Replied Cunt as he finally ripped his way out of the Mawloc’s throat, dragging Equal Opportunity Genital Muncher the Honey Badger out behind him, the Mawloc’s massive heart clamped in its jaws. “JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE AN EXTRA FUCKING POINT OF STRENGTH DOESN'T MEAN YOUR THE CUNT IN CHARGE!!!” Replied Dick, yanking Equal Opportunity from Cunt’s grip and tossing the honey badger at a Linnorm’s head which had just tunnelled in directly above them, which promptly disappeared in an explosion of cartilage and teeth. Cunt was about to push the point further by smacking Dick on the back of the head, when a deafening roar cam from back the way they had fled. “FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!” Shouted the two marines in unison, they’d been chased by the Magma Corer ever since the star port had been lost, swamping wherever they had trodden with molten rock. And sure enough, back down the passage an orange glow appeared, throwing the horde of tyrants warriors scuttling across all surfaces into sharp relief as they sought out their prey.

Boring Shite had his own problems as he listened to his commanding officers swear nonstop over the vox. He had his own problems in the form of the Hydraphant a mile away taking pot shots at his thunder bird, and in the shape of swarms of Harpies, each one swooping by to drop another char mine into his path. “FASTER YOU HUNK OF SHITE!!!” He screamed, hunched over his controls like a psychotic child at an arcade booth, a sizzling whole in the hull taking the spot where his copilot used to be. If he survived this stunt, he vowed to himself as the landing pad, two yellow marines and a small, fluffy creature came into site, he would leave the angry marines and go back to the administratum, even if he had to give up setting stuff on fire. But even as he watched, Tyranids began swarming out of the surrounding buildings, a hulking tide of talons and flame as the Tyranids of who brought Yggdrasil to ashes cane to incinerate the last of the Angry Marines. “FUCK!!!” Whispered the marines in awe as the flaming tide rolled in towards the last clear space on the planet, “I’M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO FUCKING LAND!!!”

“FUCK!!!” Shouted Dick and Cunt on the ground, as they stared at the rapidily approaching Storm Bird, “HES NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO FUCKING LAND!!!” At once the marines started running away from the incoming aircraft, trying to put on enough speed so that they didn’t loose their arms when they grabbed onto the storm bird, the incoming tide of flame and teeth getting closer and closer, even the roar of the approaching magma corer becoming muffled when compared to the torrent of sound coming off Tyranid horde... not finished.


The Norn Queen sensed the angry marine ship leaving the planets orbit for deep space. It would let them run. Partially because it’s capillary towers hadn’t yet finished pumping enough natter into orbit to construct a space worthy vessel to chase them down, but mostly because it had no need to. The planet, was theirs. Why waste effort hunting down a single, defeated vessel? When it could wait a while and... what was the word the humans used for that feeling? It thought. Smug. That’s what it was. The norn queen was smug. It had had its first battle as a single entity and won. And now, the galaxy lay before it.

That’s it, you little, angry men.

Run.

Fucking run while you can.

===Angry Marine Victory===
The Norn Queen gazed back towards the planet of Yggdrasil, the explosion which had flung it out into space reaching out towards it like a caressing hand. It had learnt a lot fightingvthe Angry Marines, about the state of the galaxy, about life and death, as well as an almost infinite list of curse words. It searched its Tyranid memories to try and express how it felt, the feeling of being defeated, of having itself cast out into the void, of being made almost helpless again... and found its concepts lacking. The tyrannids as a whole had lost before, many times before, but they were too large and mighty to ultimately care about a single loss, and this didn’t really have any way of expressing much emotion towards such s defeat. The sentience however, was tiny by comparison, a single part, which was apart, and now, once again alone.

Instead of digging deeper for wisdom into its parental memory, it instead looked towards what it had learnt from the Angry Marines, and it was there that the mind find a wealth of words to describe its situation. But one word in particular kept popping up over and over again.

Fuck.

The word seemed to fit the Norn Queens predicament, floating out into space, alone again. But it wasn’t like last time. This time it had knowledge, an understanding of itself. And a purpose.

Fuck the Angry Marines

And as the Norn Queen drifted away from Yggdrasil, while the angry marines mopped up the remaining tyranids on the planet and celebrated, it cursed the angry marines with every insult it knew.

I have no fucking voice. It thought

And yet, I must curse.

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