Mr. Usher
Don't Mind if I Do
Flames. The prowlers were not fast enough to escape, the malleable flesh transforming was flammable, like rendered fat, flinging flaming splashes of biomass as the prowlers at the gates writhed and rolled, trying to put out the flames, loosing horrific sounds from their malformed, incomplete vocal chords. The burning prowler was soon helpless to do anything but sizzle and burn, observing the mercenaries storming past in it's final moments.
The crawlers would be a pleasant surprise for them.
With the final blast, the calcified remains shattered, flying apart in shards of dead bone, freeing the Gank from the attempted deathtrap.
Other than any potential collateral damage from the laser, the threat was neutralized, the last of the Hulk's biomass rendered to mindless, dead. From the crest of the hill, the hole in the side of the complex was visible, as was the shuttle Xoff had dropped off in, and a distant view of the smoke and mercenaries at the front pavilion.
Jakharl
had slain the hulk.Something strange happened when the Warrior husk's flesh was consumed. Mr. Usher's mind brushed against a vast myriad consciousness - a network of connected individual minds.
They were unlike him in that every mind consumed was assimilated so thoroughly it was him, his consciousness, his ego. He was only a he for simplicity of labelling. This hive mind was a true hive mind it seemed, signals from many different consciousnesses feeding into one another and to their overlord.
From the insectoid perspective, the consciousness that had just connected was vast and fluid, malleable, and concealing something within.
It was the minds and egos of every body consumed, recreated into a single entity, meshed with something dark within - a single body's mind. The origin, a ravenous and cruel spirit of the first form of Mr. Usher. The man who had been an experiment. The willing host of a Nether Devil, an enemy of the galaxy and all things within.
Mr. Usher's presence among the hive felt constricting, but communication was possible.
"The woman you look for,
Liin Terallo
, she's gone. A body remains in the building, made by yours truly, but she herself is safely offworld," Mr. Usher tried to hide the knowledge of her laboratories on New Cov from Xaraxunia, but was unfamiliar with hiding knowledge telepathically.
She one person who met him with curiosity instead of hostility, and for all the brains and biomass he consumed he couldn't prevent himself from betraying her location.
The headless warrior husk dropped to its knees the remaining husks barely putting up resistance. Mr. Usher was abandoning the biomass here, he had bought as much time as he could.
As a final act of spite, the Hive mind of Mr. Usher gave each of the remaining husks and drones enough grey matter to act as rabid, base creatures, hostile to all - including themselves.
Mygeeto was lost, but the CorpSec within the building had time to prepare. Mr. Usher had done as he said he would.
The warrior husk became a mindless, hostile shell.
~Exit Thread~
