Left2Die || Closed Starter
“Terran.” The voice hissed out of the darkness. A long and drawn out night had been eerily silent, but now, under the cover of moonlight, the creature made it’s move.
On this Earth, this dimension, the powers of the Nexus had seemed to place the Evolution Master in the aftermath of what he could only fathom to be akin to a failed infestation attempt.
However, the creatures assaulting the natives here lacked all of the subtlety of the swarm’s infections- the genetic improvements wrought upon the Terran organisms- as the shambling, groaning masses of deceased flesh were animated by less than basic instinct wandered towards the living. Abathur quickly learned the quickest way to dispatch the creatures- using his appendages to impale the skull was efficient. The creatures attempted to bite him, though terran mandibles lacked the strength to sink into much more than flesh, or to crack brittle objects, incomparable to the thickness and density of his own carapace.
Those that attacked him had been dealt with. It had seemed as though the Terran settlement was created to ward off against the creatures, with high walls and fences. The lack of any durasteel plating or even the general weaponry carried by the bulky Marines of his universe notified Abathur to the status of this one.
In universe without Zerg, am truly alien to Terran people.
It was then that he spotted the sentry, dimming the bioluminescent glow of his body before approaching from beneath the earth, entering a light state of telepathic communication with the Terran being. Little did the human know the enormous monstrosity that lay little more than a foot under the ground beneath his feet.
“Terran soldier. Do not be alarmed. Come to help. Will show self if promised safety.”