[HIVE STATUS – PLANET LV-732]
Biome Coverage: 64.7%Swarm Count: 16,800+ UnitsCore Terraforming: 31.5%Biomass Storage: -4,500Biomass Gain: +4,000/hrFlesh Spire Height: 96,400mSpire Tip Status: Active → Launching Hive Crown
[FLESH SPIRE – HIVE CROWN ASCENSION DECK]
The Hive Crown wasn't a structure.
It was a living satellite, the throne Mo would ride beyond atmosphere—a mass of psychic bone, tendrils, Swarmling cathedrals, and acid turbines, built to house Mo's central neural core.
From here, he would direct orbital evolution.
From here, he would enter the void.
Layra stood by the Crown's heart, one hand pressed to its core interface—a pulsating throne of linked neuron-flesh. Her body had changed: longer, denser, laced with bio-veins, her skin partially translucent now, showing flickering brain patterns inside.
Layra (calmly): "The parasite is no longer simply watching."
"It's reaching."
Mo's voice crackled through the Hive.
"Let it reach."
"It will find my hand already wrapped around its throat."
[HIVE MALL – FINAL STAGE UNLOCKED: COSMIC ASCENSION]
New Constructions Available:
Hive Crown(Constructed)
Memory Leech Array – 5,000 Biomass
Void Digestor Core – 6,000 Biomass
Dreamless Swarmling Variant – 150 Biomass/unit
Temporal Anchor Node – 8,000 Biomass
Reality Graft Gland(Experimental) – 9,500 Biomass
Mo had no time for caution.
Void Digestor Core → -6,000Dreamless Swarmling x30 → -4,500Remaining Biomass: -15,000Emergency Surge Mode Engaged – Gain Boosted: +7,200/hr
[ABYSSAL FRONT – ORBITAL ENGAGEMENT: HOUR 4]
The Void Parasite had formed a perimeter around the orbital Spire tip—a vast spinning wall of absence. It didn't attack. It unwrote.Swarm units that touched its edge were erased not just physically, but psychically—Hive records lost, memories collapsed into zero.
But the Dreamless did not fear.
They had no thoughts.
No identity.
Mo's most horrifying creation yet—blank-souled warriors, genetically dead except for a single purpose: survive the concept of nullification.
They didn't scream.They didn't speak.
They simply tore into the void.
And they held.
Void Parasite Damage: 12%Dreamless Lost: 11Void Sample Recovered: .003 cognitive fragmentAnalyzing...
[FLESH CITADEL – HIVE NEXUS – 003 ARRIVES]
003 knelt before the Hive core—one of Mo's first. Veteran of the early Hive wars. Scarred. Loyal.
"We've begun to map the parasite's body. It's not flesh. It's… metaphor."
"It doesn't die from damage. It dies from contradiction."
Mo's eyes opened wide.
"Say that again."
"It's vulnerable when you force it to mean something."
Mo grinned.
"Then we give it truth."
[HIVE EVOLUTION – CONCEPT-WEAPON BUILT]
Constructing: Memory Leech Array – 5,000 Biomass
Built into the Hive Crown's spine, this structure functioned like a dream extractor—pulling back what the parasite tried to erase.
When fired, it wouldn't destroy.It would feed meaning back into the void.
The parasite's only weakness.
"You want silence?" Mo whispered."Then scream with me."
[HIVE CROWN LAUNCH – 99,700m ALTITUDE]
Lightning split across the sky. A hundred Swarmlings were flung from the tower, vaporized by resistance winds. But it didn't matter.
The Hive Crown ignited its acidic thrust vents, powered by planetary core steam and compressed bio-catalyst glands.
It launched.
The sky broke open.
And Mo rose with it.
His body no longer humanoid—merged into the Crown itself, he looked like a god carved from the ruin of dead planets.
"Begin feeding."
[COSMIC BATTLE – HIVE CROWN vs. VOID PARASITE]
The parasite extended a limb—a swirl of collapsing ideas, sharpened into a spear of pure forgetting.
It stabbed into the Hive Crown's side.
Thirty units died instantly.
The concept of "Claws" was erased in that region.
The next wave of Swarmlings grew without them.
Mo screamed—but the Memory Leech activated.
A beam of pure history lanced into the parasite.
A child's laugh from Earth.A Yautja rite.A Xenomorph's first kill.Mo's own first breath.
The parasite screamed back.
A soundless sound that bled colors from orbit.
Void Parasite Integrity: 73% → 56%Hive Crown Structural Damage: 22%Hive Core: StableBiomass: -13,400Recovery Rate: +8,200/hr
[THE DEATH OF NOTHING]
The Void cracked.
One of its limbs, locked in conceptual reality, snapped apart, leaving behind a trail of definitions:
Pain
Hunger
Mo
Mo howled, and the Hive Crown launched its second Leech volley.
This time it wasn't memories.
It was names.
"S'khal.""Layra.""003.""001."
Unit names. Drone names. Lost souls.
The Hive sang them.
And the void broke.
[RIFT COLLAPSE – END OF THE PARASITE]
There was no explosion.
Just… stillness.
And then the stars blinked back on.
One by one.
The sky… returned.
[POST-WAR STATUS REPORT]
Void Parasite: DestroyedHive Crown: Survived (63% integrity)Core Terraforming: 40.2%Biome Coverage: 71.4%Biomass Deficit ClearedCurrent Biomass: +1,200Gain Rate: +9,000/hr
[PLANET LV-732 – CURRENT STATS]
Biome Coverage: 74.2%Swarm Count: 17,000+ UnitsHive Crown Status: DockedFlesh Spire: StableBiomass Storage: +1,200Gain Rate: +9,000/hrCore Terraforming: 42.6%
[FLESH CITADEL – MO'S CHAMBER]
Dark. Dripping. Warm with pulsebeat.
Mo sat in a chamber half-submerged in fluid, cables of nerve-flesh wrapped around his shoulders, plugged into his spine. Around him, the floor was alive with low rumbling—the planet's heartbeat, steady and slow.
003 entered, his armor chitin plated with layers scavenged from the Void war. His claws were scarred, but his mind was sharp.
003: "We've swept the remains. Rift is gone. But… something else is coming."
Mo's eyes opened.
"Who?"
003 tapped into the Hive wall.
A pulse of light displayed an incoming vessel: angular, stealth-coated, human-built.
003: "Weyland-Yutani."
Mo sat upright.
"Of course."
"They always return when the blood is still warm."
[ORBITAL VECTOR – CORPORATE VESSEL ARKHANGEL]
Inside the ship, clean, cold hallways.
Heavily armed marines.Scientist-priests whispering over Xeno spores in sealed glass.Two tanks of Xenomorph embryos—genetically modified, labeled "Stage IV: Neurospike Adaptives."
At the center stood Dr. Kellan Pryce, lead director of Project CHIMERA.
He watched the feed of the Hive with fascination.
"We lost the colony. The predators are gone. The parasite event? Doesn't matter."
"But we can still retrieve the prize."
He turned toward the security team.
"Bring back a piece of the Hive. DNA, resin, egg—it doesn't matter."
"And if it moves…"
"Burn it."
[SURFACE – DROP ZONE SIGMA]
Twelve-man squad.Flamethrowers. Pulse rifles. Cloaked recon drones. They hit the ground hard, digging trenches, setting up auto-sentries. The jungle was already alive with Hive biomass—trees pulsing, insects mutated, air too thick.
They didn't know Mo was watching.
[Swarm Alert: Hostile Presence Detected – 12 Humans, Heavy Gear][Command: Observe. Test.]
Mo didn't send an army.
He sent one.
Unit 006—a cloaked hybrid, small, low-profile. Built for assassination.
006 moved through the trees like a rumor. No sound. No scent. Just intention.
He landed beside one of the motion sensors—disabled it. Then retreated.
The soldiers noticed.
"Sector 3 offline."
"Might be interference—run a sweep."
006 waited.
Two soldiers approached.
He struck.
Fast.
One drag, one stab, one scream stifled.
The second tried to fire—acid in the eyes.
Then silence.
Biomass Gained: +52
006 returned to the Hive.
Mo analyzed the bodies.
"Cybernetics. Modified marrow. Weyland is no longer studying—they're preparing for war."
He rose from the fluid.
"Then we give them one."
[HIVE MALL – MILITARY RESPONSE INITIATED]
New Units Constructed:
25 Swarmling-Class (Gen 4 – Corpse-Digger Variant)
6 Acid Stalkers (Tunnel Ambushers)
2 Hybrid Brutes (Predator-Xeno Cross Template)
Biomass Used: -900Current Biomass: +300
[CORPORATE SQUAD – 6 HOURS AFTER LANDING]
Only three remained.
One was pinned to a tree by resin vines, mouth split open, gasping as a neuro-spike burrowed into his brain.
Another had his limbs severed—kept alive for Hive digestion.
The third, bleeding and hysterical, tried to call for evac.
The Hive answered the radio.
Layra's voice.
"Your gods abandoned you. Ours welcomes all."
"Come inside."
"See what you've made."
The man screamed and threw the radio into a pool of bile.
[ARKHANGEL BRIDGE – HOURS LATER]
"We've lost signal."
"We've lost everything."
Dr. Pryce didn't panic.
He smiled.
"It's real."
"Get the cargo ready. We're going in ourselves."
[MEANWHILE – PREDATOR CONTACT REESTABLISHED]
From the deep dark of space, a signal blinked.
A Yautja clan had seen the rift war.
Seen the Hive survive.
They didn't see a monster.
They saw a hunt.
A Blood Trial.
The message was simple:
"We come."
[PLANET STATUS REPORT]
Biome Coverage: 76.5%Biomass: +3,000Core Terraforming: 47.8%Swarmling Count: 18,900+
Human Forces: New squad deploying within 12 hoursPredator Contact: Estimated arrival in 4 daysPlanet-Wide Hive Awareness: MAXIMUM
Mo stood on a ridge, overlooking the valley of eggs, the rivers of acid, the bone towers.
Layra knelt beside him.
"They won't stop."
"No," Mo said.
"But neither will we."