The Collected and Collated Annals of the battles, wars and conflicts of Aurish Prime: Part 11: Fertiliser
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The vox bead blurted to life. It was heard by the owner but not via an ear as such: it was heard through the reverberation of bone. Long ago these war suits of terminator plate had become fused forever with the mortal flesh that lay beneath. The systems and functions becoming integrated far more completely with the gene enhanced body that resided within.
A voice laden with phlegm and esophageal corruption uttered through the static.
"Teleport complete, my pox walker elite with me. I shall reap the head of this impudent governor."
"Contact incoming...a blade in the shadows..."
"YOUR SKIN WILL MAKE POOR FERTILISER FOR THE GRAND FATHERS GAR...agh..ugh uughk"
Several loud wet sounds could be heard and then a strange voice over the vox accompanied by the sound of chattering teeth.
"Jonathan is rather attached to his skin. Yes... We like it inside the body. It lets us feeeeeeel the world."
A nervous laugh and the sound of light feet receding was heard and then the vox went dead.
"Father's favoured lies in ruin, at the hands of one of the house hold guard. A fool to be so bold. The pace of pestilence is that of the cancer. Slow and steady. Not a rash, head-strong charge but the gradual attrition of the small things, until noting is left. Only the vital parts remain. When they alone are the final delicacy in the feast of flux, flies and filth, then we savour the final mouthfuls. Let us become the next head of the Hydra. The new viral strain, for which there is no cure for. Open the door"
CLANK!
"Ahh governor we have a new vintage for you to try! Old as time! Sweet as sorrow! As potent as a fathers love! Douse him"
A voice laden with phlegm and esophageal corruption uttered through the static.
"Teleport complete, my pox walker elite with me. I shall reap the head of this impudent governor."
"Contact incoming...a blade in the shadows..."
"YOUR SKIN WILL MAKE POOR FERTILISER FOR THE GRAND FATHERS GAR...agh..ugh uughk"
Several loud wet sounds could be heard and then a strange voice over the vox accompanied by the sound of chattering teeth.
"Jonathan is rather attached to his skin. Yes... We like it inside the body. It lets us feeeeeeel the world."
A nervous laugh and the sound of light feet receding was heard and then the vox went dead.
"Father's favoured lies in ruin, at the hands of one of the house hold guard. A fool to be so bold. The pace of pestilence is that of the cancer. Slow and steady. Not a rash, head-strong charge but the gradual attrition of the small things, until noting is left. Only the vital parts remain. When they alone are the final delicacy in the feast of flux, flies and filth, then we savour the final mouthfuls. Let us become the next head of the Hydra. The new viral strain, for which there is no cure for. Open the door"
CLANK!
"Ahh governor we have a new vintage for you to try! Old as time! Sweet as sorrow! As potent as a fathers love! Douse him"