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Librarian Mordatus walked through the Imperial Strike-Ship to the drop pod for him and his fellow Deathwatch Marines. There were reports of Xenos sightings on the Planet, and even from space, he could feel the power of some psychic down there. It wasn't as powerful, or as organized, as the Tyranids, though it seemed to be gathering itself. As the hatch door opened to the drop-pod, he met the Helmeted faces of his fellow Marines. Brother Cornelus, Brother Severian, and Brother Solinus were all armed with their bolters and chainswords, each checking their weapons for their final adjustments. Then there was Brother Tibero, the squad Heavy Weapon wielder. He had been given his normal equipment, along with 5 Hellfire Rounds for the Mission. As the hatch shut behind him, he heard the crackle over the communications.

++Your mission will be simple++ stated the mono-tone voice, though Mordatus knew it to belong to Captain Ideus. ++You are to land near a large warhouse, the location and its surroundings has been briefed to you already. When you arrive, you are to look for any Xenos within the area. This location has been chosen due to the largest number of reports being sent out here. If you find Xenos, kill them, kill them all. If not, report back to the drop-pod and leave a signal for extraction.++ With that, the Drop-Pod flung itself off the Ship, descending steadily toward the planet.

In the warehouse, there was a Zerg brood.

And, then there was a counterfeit.
It looked, acted, felt and even smelled like a zerg. But It wasn't. It wasn't part of the mostly mindless and centrally controled hive.

What it was, was hurt, tired, battered, and masking it's mind with one of many gadgets that it had picked up along the way.

Actually, It was one of the many gadgets coupled with some strange crystal thing, and it's natural (Possibly) talents.

Whatever it was, it managed to pull off a Hydralisk pretty good.

It had TRIED to mimic an Overlord and infiltrate into the Zerg's base or nest, or whatever it was.
It had ended that Idea when It got mauled by an undetermined number of Zerg. That explained alot of the pain it was feeling.

It knew who it was, why it was there (at the warehouse, not why it was HERE, as in the Universe), that Hydralisks clearly attack by opening up two shoulder carapace plates and projecting green spines along with a cloud of acid and not much beyond that.

It also knew that things were wrong.

And that it was either going to haveto a) live as a zerg when they took over the planet, or b) blow s**t up.

Not only that, but that It would need some serious time in an area of healing and the likes if it managed to acheive option b.

It was under the impression that the owner of this warehouse needed an exterminator.

And, from the looks of the plumes of blood on the other side of the brokencrate it was "posted" by (The previous "guard" had made a less then tasty snack), one of the afore mentioned was here.

On one hand, It couldn't communicate as a zerg to what/whoever it was, and It would probably get killed with the rest of the zerg if it DIDN'T some how show it's alignment. And, It wasn't very able of defending it's self outside of a borrowed shape, or in it's condition.

It was at a very difficult time in it's (Potentially) short life.

((Well, Will it die, or will it somehow get detected as not enemy?
No one knowz! o: ))

As the Drop-Pod made planetfall, the final preparations were made with the Marines. Librarian Mordatus kept up the psychic shround in the Pod. The element of surprise was important, and the few moments hiding from enemy psykers detection could help them maintain the element of surprise. As the drop-pod finally passed through the atmosphere, the front thrusters blared quickly to life. The Roar of the engines would be audible to anything below them soon.

As the drop-pod finally reached the ground, landing without any problems, the Deathwatch Marines quickly spread out. The doorway to the Warhouse was open, and they could immediatly tell something was wrong by the purple-ish goo slowly seeping toward the door. The Librarian quickly released the psychic shroud, the enemy no doubt aware of them now that they had made their sudden, though somewhat loud, planet fall. With their helmets clamping shut, the Marines slowly advanced toward the Warhouse door, weapons at ready.

Telor felt the reinforcements arriving and breathed a wordless thanks to Commissar Yench, wherever she may be.
He also hoped that she had thought to send him a gun.

He was still running when three Zerglings erupted from the Creep directly in front of him. Telor spun in a full circle, eviscerator fully activated, and used the momentum to carve through the first two creatures easily. His booted toe crushed the skull of the third and sent it tumbling into the Creep, blood and brain matter spewing.

Telor was still completing the spin when two spines flew toward him, launched by an equal number of Hydralisks that had also erupted from the Creep.
He dipped his left shoulder slightly, dodging the first spine, and batted the other away with his still-whirring chainsword.

This is when our hero realised that he was now directly between two Sunken Colonies.

"Oh, for ******** sake..."

++ Exita Acta Probat ++ Librarian Mordatus muttered through the Comm-Link in his helmet to his Battle Brothers. Advancing toward the door, Mordatus 'sensed' someone already fighting inside the facility. ++ Brother Solinus, lead the way. ++ He commanded. They then quickly entered the warehouse, First Solinus, then Cornelus, then Himself, followed by Severian, and finally Brother Tibero.

As they entered, the first thing they noticed was the dark goo on the floor, seemingly seeping from many of the structures. They could also see a man in the distance, most likely on of their agents, stuck in the middle of two Organic Structures, as well as the bodies of many Xenos on the ground. They seemed like Tyranids, though less bioadvanced. Still, with what he knew of Tyranid Structures, as well as the psychic hostility in the Organic structures, he doubted that the agent would be safe in between the two structures.

++ Brother Marines, eliminate the Organic Structure left of the Agent. ++ He ordered. As one, the Battle-Brothers leveled their weapons and fired at the stucture, the thunderous roar of the heavy bolter and the muzzle-flashes of the Bolters and his Plasma Pistol promissing that if the enemy didn't know they were here before, they most certainly did now.

Alexander, after witnessing what seemed to be the obliteration of a Zerg structure stood in awe for a second, almost dropping the aformentioned toothpick.
After regaining his senses, he hitched back to the abandoned drop pod to see if they had left anything useful.
After finding it bare, he slowly returned to the door cursing to himself.
Returning to the building, he stopped at the door to survey the inside a bit more closely.
It appeared as though several zerglings lay dead on the ground, as though run through by a chainsaw, also, the left sunken colonie, was in-fact, obliterated.

Telor stood atop the twitching mass that had once been a living building, a Sunken Colony. He was unrecognizably covered in gore.

His hand shook as he pushed his Romani glasses up with his left middle finger, as his blood was filled with enough adrenaline to kill a normal man. The eviscerator clenched in his right fist still hummed softly.

If Telor smoked, he would be doing just that.

He looked around and could see that the Creep was now receding with the destruction of the Colonies, he smiled slightly at that.

He then turned toward the Hive.
"Did you feel that, you fleshy, pulsating b*****d!? This is my house!"