The hormagaunt was puzzled, he hadn't the same coordination as the others when he was born due to the fact he didn't accept synapse. It was probably a some sort of mutation due to the forced evolution of hive fleet gorgon, but it mattered not as the hormagaunt had no knowlege of this. It saw these cute little bags of biomass and naturally had the instinct to eat them, except for the metal one of course. But as it came closer and opened it's jaws to sink it's teeth into the human that smelled the most, it simply couldn't. It got a puzzled look on it's face and tried again, same result. It made an odd chirping sound of confusion and simply slouched there, looking from meatbag to meatbag and yet his instinct told him to eat them but his brain seemed to forbid it. One of the great creatures down the hall started speaking and the tyranid froze, once again instinct told it to be afraid of anything that was larger than you, but it merely froze and listened because for the first time in it's rather short life, it enjoyed the wonder of language. Even though it seemed not to be able to communicate itself, the odd sensation of hearing another sentient lifeform speak was... different. After the briefing the hormagaunt still simply stood there, almost in shock. The sheer cocktail of hormones, instincts and new thought in it's brain simply overwhelming it for a second. Though it did manage to shake out of it's stupor after a minute or so and clacked it's teeth together, whatever these new thoughts and sensations were, he was still hungry and that prevailed. OOC: I know I went a bit over board on the whole "Instincts vs. thought" thing but as he evolves I plan for him to become less instinctive and more sentient.
Salek stared on expressionlessly as he observed the others he had been forced into apparent servitude alongside. Tyranid, Men, Eldar....his metal jaw hinged open to speak only for a booming giant to interrupt him. Orks? The Greenskins....what could they have of value to such a construct that it could simply whisk away some of the galaxies most hostile races and force them into it's own force? More so how could it lose such a thing to the beast? "Why. " Speaking was difficult, he was still half locked in a state of slumber, reanimation protocols working their way through his systems and it seemed his speech units weren't fully powered. Waiting a moment he tried again. "Why can you....not...bring it here as....you did us? "
"Good question, Salek. It is shielded by some kind of energy shield which negates any kind of teleportation, even as advanced as ours. We fear that it is technology outside of this galaxy, some kind of weapon that might bring destruction upon all and everything. As the secret guardians of the Galaxy we cannot allow that weapon or whatever it is to stray around like that." The Giant explained prompt.
Salek gave an imperceptible nod as his attention shifted inward to his own thoughts. Such beings of power, what bound them here? He actually felt something stir in him, something long forgotten and unpleasant; Fear. Pushing his attention away he focused on the final systems of his body that were awakening and with the slightest scrape of metal he lifted his foot and took a single step forward. Gauss Flayer in hand he looked up to the giant. "I am ready. " There was little he could do here beyond serve now. Beyond the reach of his Lord and unable to turn his weapon on the lesser beings Salek only had that to focus on, in truth...it was liberating.
Sylthrian had just returned to his kalbal's barracks after a successful night preying on the wretches who live on Commorragh's lower wards. When suddenly there was a blinding flash, and when his vision cleared he was standing next to a Necron, a Tyranid, and two Humans. Before he could even raise his rifle, he noticed the giants seated in front of them. All notions of murder lost, Sylthrian looks up at the massive figures in wonder. "How can it be, you are susposed to be extinct."
Mune raised and waved his hand, a female Eldar Guardian clad in Ulthwean armor appeared. She did not need to be informed what was at hand, as all the information got printed into her brain over the device which also stopped them from killing each other. "You are referring to the Old Ones, which we clearly are not." Orichalcos replied relaxed as the cousin of the Comorraghan appeared.
"Oh great, one of those abstinent types. Wonderful." Sylthrian says with heavy sarcasm. Turning to the giant he demands. "If you are not of the Old Ones, than who are you to demand the service of one of the true rulers of the galaxy? "
