Voxparse: Retrieved Datafragment, Listening Post xFtg56
Date: 12 54 205.M42
. . . . . . . Mary? . . . . . . .
. . . I listen, I listen, I listen. I record. I record. . . .
. . . . This is what I do. I am Servitor 626. So I am called. . .
But Mary, I can’t see you. Are you there? The kids.
I’m so alone. I listen, I listen, I record, I record.
They took me. I remember how hungry we were. The kids. So hungry.
Yes, I stole and was caught. I was wrong. But they were wrong. Servitor
lobotomy. All wrong. I’m not supposed to remember. Am I? Mary?
I am plugged in to the floor, to the machine. I listen.
They let me keep my ears. My eyes.
I can see the rest of my body is gone.
They should have taken my memories.
. . . . Mary? . . . .
Date: 12 65 205
The Orks gather at Malo Tori
I remember the name.
Star System. Once mining planets. Planet busting for minerals.
Ork Waagh invaded. I remember.
We know this. We monitor.
Orks planet bust now, sending asteroids towards Purgatory. Towards the
Imperium and our Emperor. Towards you.
I hear the transmissions. I record. I listen.
The Orks grow. Zagstompa Waagh will swallow the galaxy. No one cares. This is
. . . Mary? . . . I don’t remember what the kids look like.
How long have I ? . . . .
There’s someone in the room with the Servitors.
I hear “Inquisition.”
Just them and the servitors.
They are terrified. Not the servitors. My Emperor, your most devote are terrified.
For the first time, I listen to the room, not to the transmissions.
“Two years, they disappear and then all of a sudden this is where Tiamat shows.”
“The Emperor protects.”
“There is no emperor out here, thrall. Let me think!”
“I don’t understand your agitation master. You said the Ork Waagh was
building. Let them fight.”
“Idiot. This is the very mistake Kryptmann made. Think, thrall, what does the
Tyranid do to grow stronger?”
“Correct”, and what does the Ork do to grow stronger?”
“Correct. All we do is buy ourselves time here. The tyranid will consume and
grow. The Orks will fight and grow. All while we continue to circle the drain.”
. . . . .
“So what do we do? Will you alert the Warmaster?”
“No, I have other plans for now. Torch this room, we’ll blow the station.
Nothing leaves, understand?”
. . .. Mary. . . .
Not much time.
I don’t listen anymore. I transmit. Can I do that? I try.
My torment as at an end. So many centuries.
. . . Tell the kids. . . .
. . . I see fire. The room. . . .
. . . They should have taken my memories. They shouldn’t have left me. . . .
War Goals — Tyranid Hive Fleet Tiamat
When last year’s campaign ended, the planet Caluphel fragmented releasing the Chaos God Malice back into the Galaxy. The final apocalyptic battle also saw the arrival of the Hive Fleet Tiamat from the far eastern fringes. During the battle, a new, frightening Hive Queen was also released from her confines within Caluphel, thereafter vanishing along with the fleet.
Two years later, tendrils of the Hive Fleet are starting to appear in isolated regions of the sector. However, the bulk of the Fleet has arrived at the Zagstompa Waaagh! area of the Erigaea Sub-Sector. An obvious goal for Tiamat is to grow and consume biomass.
Where else but a Waaagh! for an overabundance of growing biomass (much to the delight of the Orks)?
However, one has to assume that the Hive Mind has a larger plans… including those whispered by Malice into the ear of the Hive Queen over the