[HIVE STATUS – PLANET LV-732]
Biome Coverage: 97.9%Core Terraforming: 74.2%Swarm Count: 33,400 UnitsHive Yautja Population: 12,000Biomass Storage: 933,590Biomass Gain Rate: +18,600/hrSpearclutch Wombs: 2 Active, 1 Under ConstructionExpansion Zone: Southern Polar Ocean Trench — 2.1% Unconverted Terrain
[CITADEL STRATEGIC CHAMBER – FLESH WAR MAP]
The walls glowed with tendril-fed veins, mapping the full surface of LV-732. Only one section remained grey and untouched—the South Pole.
Deep ocean. Sub-zero. Immense tectonic fractures.
Layra: "The Hive can't feel it. Too cold. Too deep."
Mo placed his claw on the map, and the chamber fell silent.
"Then we send something that doesn't feel."
[HIVE MALL – NEW UNITS & STRUCTURES UNLOCKED]
STRUCTURES:
Cryo-Blood Forge – 6,000 BiomassAdapts Hive tissue to sub-zero survival. Enables breeding of cold-class Swarmlings and tunnelers.
Trench Maw Hive (Undersea Nest Node) – 8,000 BiomassDeploys Hive expansion into deep ocean trenches. Slow spread, high resistance.
UNITS:
Cryo-Stalkers – Cold-adapted, triple-skinned, burrowers that hunt in water
Gloomjaw Leviathans – Massive underwater Swarm beasts
Abyss-Heralds – Echo-stalker derivatives with sonar-based navigation
Trenchborn Reavers – Hive Yautja adapted to pressure & depth warfare
Mo Constructs:
Cryo-Blood Forge → -6,000
Trench Maw Hive → -8,000
10 Cryo-Stalkers → Free (post-structure activation)
3 Abyss-Heralds
1 Gloomjaw Leviathan
100 Trenchborn Reavers (Elite dive-caste)
Total Spent: -14,000 BiomassRemaining Biomass: 919,590
[DEEP OCEAN DEPLOYMENT – HOURS LATER]
The Cryo-Stalkers reached the abyss first, moving like shadows. Below them: a pit of silence, where temperature dropped past survivable. Hive matter curled in cold.
Until they touched something.
A door.Black. Sealed. Monolithic.Weyland symbols still glowing faint orange.
The Trenchborn Reavers surrounded it. One used a hive-forged plasma spike to breach the hatch.
They entered.
Inside?
Stillness.
Rows of pods.
Organisms—some part-Xeno, part-something-else.Others—completely alien. Wrong bones. Too many ribs. Faces curled in backward spirals.
Then the lights flared.
Project ECLIPSE awakened.
ALERT – Foreign Presence Detected in Eclipse VaultInitiating Bio-Containment Defense Protocol Z-DeltaRELEASING TEST SUBJECTS 1-5
Pods opened.
The Hive units turned.
And something moved that had never bled before.
[PROJECT ECLIPSE: SUBJECT TYPES – STATUS: ACTIVE]
1. "Spineshard"
Hyper-fast quadruped
Emits pheromones that scramble Hive-link
Regrows bone blades within secondsKill Count in first encounter: 14 Cryo-Stalkers
2. "Kerosith"
Deep-pressure adapted titan
Acid immune
Can rupture Hive armor on contactEngaged Gloomjaw Leviathan in trench – Result: Leviathan killed in 58 seconds
3. "Whipmire"
Skinless, elastic, senses vibration
Coats terrain in paralysis mucus
Captured 2 Trenchborn Reavers alive for "study"**
4. "Sleeper Echo"
Incomplete. Half-synthetic. Speaks in broken Weyland command codes
Wears a dead Queen's carapace like a cloak
Attacked the Hive from inside communication channelsAttempted Neural Hijack – Failed (Layra countered)
5. "Black Throat"
Unknown
Never seen.
Door it exited is sealed.
Tunnel it left through is collapsing behind it.
[MO'S RESPONSE – PHASE: PURGE THE DEEP]
Mo stood at the lip of the polar trench.
Beneath, his Hive burned.Crushed.Bled.Adapted.
"Let's see what Project Eclipse becomes… when it's consumed."
Swarm Units Activated:
10,000 Swarmlings (Water-Class)
500 Cryo-Stalkers
6 Abyss Heralds
40 Trenchborn Reavers (survivors, rearmed)
1 Newborn Leviathan – "Karnyx"
1 Throneborn Warden (Royal Guard assigned to Polar Spire)
Biomass Used: 0 (activation only)Biomass Storage: 919,590 → +18,600/hr
[WAR UNDER ICE – 10 HOURS OF SLAUGHTER]
Spineshard tore through outer tunnel defenses—until Layra launched a psychic war pulse, freezing its mind for just 2 seconds—long enough for Karnyx to crush it in its jaws, tearing its spinal blades out and adding them to its own body.
Kerosith raged through acidic currents—but Abyss Heralds coordinated, luring it into a crush-maw trap—an organic press of chitin walls that collapsed and fed on it.
Whipmire was cornered in a storage vault, paralyzed and dissolved slowly by 50 Swarmlings, turned into paste and memory.
But…
Black Throat was still missing.
[ECLIPSE VAULT CONTROL – SECURED]
Mo stood in the central lab chamber.
Project Eclipse's last server blinked before him.
Layra whispered:
"It was never a lab."
"It was a prison."
"They built monsters… and waited for someone to find them."
Mo's claws dug into the floor.
"Then we take it."
"All of it."
Biomass Gained from Eclipse Vault Reclamation: +84,300New Storage: 1,003,890Biome Coverage: 99.6%
New Data Extracted: Weyland Genetic Blueprints – Pre-Xeno Organisms
[THE FINAL TUNNEL – THE BLACK THROAT'S TRAIL]
It led deep beneath the world, where even Hive blood froze on contact.
But Mo went anyway.
Alone.
Through collapsing veins.
Toward the dark.
[HIVE STATUS – LV-732]
Biome Coverage: 99.6%Core Terraforming: 81.1%Swarm Count: 34,900 UnitsHive Yautja: 13,200 (Spearclutch Womb 3 Online)Biomass Storage: 1,003,890Biomass Gain Rate: +18,600/hrSubsurface Tunnel to "Black Throat" – OPEN
[BLACK THROAT DESCENT – SOLO OPERATION INITIATED]
Mo walked through the tunnel without light.
Even his own body's Hive-glow dimmed. The deeper he went, the more the Hive lost signal range, until even Layra's voice faded.
For the first time in months, he was alone.
The walls weren't stone or flesh.
They were glass.Like the planet had been carved hollow by something that hated heat, hate, and noise.
He kept going.
His claws cracked frost with each step.The air was soundless.
And then—
He saw it.
[THE BLACK THROAT – FIRST SIGHT]
It wasn't a creature.
It was absence given muscle.
A being like a cut-out in space, shaped like a crawler, 80 meters long, covered in mirror-black plates, where no light could stay.
Its face wasn't a face. Just a jagged opening full of teeth that didn't stop.
It didn't roar.It didn't screech.
It just looked.
And every part of Mo's Hive-body twitched in recoil.
Mo (whispers): "You are not born. You are not bred."
"You were made to stop me."
[ANCIENT DATA – BLACK THROAT FILES: CLASSIFIED LEVEL OMEGA]
Project Designation: "Wraith Omega"Origin: Pre-Xenomorph Human ResearchGoal: Total biological nullificationStatus: Deemed "too dangerous to destroy"Containment Protocol: Buried under glacial subduction trench, monitored via Proxy-Synthetics, to remain asleep indefinitely
[BLACK THROAT ENGAGEMENT – 0001 SECONDS]
Mo stepped forward.
The Black Throat moved.
It moved without moving, like a stutter of reality, one moment 100 meters away, the next in front of him.
It opened its maw.
Inside—no organs. No heat.
Only something worse.
Mo struck first.Claws. Tail. Acid burst.
Nothing landed.
Every blow passed through it, like cutting smoke.
Then the Black Throat lashed out.
One blow.
Mo's left arm exploded in blood and cartilage. Not ripped—reversed.
His limb lay on the ground, growing backward.
Mo (gritting teeth): "Not again."
He reached into the Hive Link—
Nothing.
He was cut off.
[SURFACE – CITADEL CHAOS]
Layra screamed.
The Spearforge Towers shuddered.
003 collapsed in the middle of a war council, vomiting blood as his neural link surged.
Layra: "He's gone silent."
"I can't reach him."
Hive Guardian Kharn: "Then we go to him."
Layra: "No. We hold."
"He chose to descend alone. We honor it."
"If he doesn't come back…"
"We burn the tunnel."
[DEPTH FIGHT – 00:06:14 INTO COMBAT]
Mo lay broken against the wall.
His blood sizzled the ground.His organs tried to reassemble even while his thoughts flickered.
He activated the biomass furnace inside his own chest—a failsafe built after the Void War.
Flames ignited.
The chamber lit up with real heat for the first time in millennia.
The Black Throat recoiled. Its form blurred, losing shape. Its fangs snapped sideways, confused.
Mo stood, half-body now skeletal, oozing liquid nerve.
Mo: "I see you now."
"You are a scar."
"Let me be the hand that scabs it over."
[THE FINAL ATTACK]
He reached behind him—
And summoned the one weapon no Swarm had ever carried before:
A Relic-Class Hiveborn Spear, grown from the bones of Ka'thar Bloodscar, forged in the acid of a Clone Queen, shaped with Layra's own psychic feedback.
He plunged it into the Black Throat.
It pierced.
Black ichor screamed.
Reality warped.
Mo shoved forward—
And with both arms, broke the Black Throat apart.
[END OF THE BLACK THROAT]
The silence cracked.
A pulse rippled out from the trench.
Across LV-732, every Hive node surged.
Swarm units paused mid-step.Yautja hybrids roared to the sky.Eggs hatched early.
Mo emerged 13 hours later.
Missing an arm. One eye gone. Spine partially replaced with forge-bone.
But alive.
More than alive.
Eternal.
[FINAL HIVE STATUS REPORT]
Biome Coverage: 100.00% – PLANETARY CONTROL COMPLETECore Terraforming: 90.2%Swarm Count: 36,500+Hive Yautja: 14,300Biomass Storage: 1,104,210Biomass Gain Rate: +19,200/hrEclipse Vaults: Sealed & ConsumedBlack Throat: DESTROYED
[CITADEL – FINAL SCENE]
Mo sat on the throne.
Layra knelt before him, bringing the old Weyland AI core from Eclipse.
Layra: "They knew this place would be lost."
"But not to fire."
"To evolution."
Mo looked out over the world—no longer a planet.
Now a Hive.
Complete.
"Now," he said, "we look to the stars."
"And we ask…"
"What other worlds were built to stop us?"